The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 39): Whoa, it’s Actually Back

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He sits up in bed looking towards the blind-covered window. He takes a deep breath as he looks back on the sleeping forms. He shakes his head as he stands up. He lets the sheet flutter gingerly to the bed as he walks towards the door of the bedroom.

The light of the city streams in through large windows. The living room is bathed in the yellow and white of city lights as well as the cold, grey light of the moon. He takes in the stark, emptiness of the room coupled with the strange mix of cold and hot light. The minimal decor leaves plenty of open space.

He plods over to the couch. He takes a moment to look at what was going outside. Tokyo never really sleeps. Nowhere is that more apparent than where His boyfriend had his apartment. It was right in the hustle and bustle of Shinjuku.

He sits down on the couch, his underwear the only thing separating his flesh from the cold leather of the couch.

He puts his head in his hands.

“This has been… “, he starts to think as he runs his fingers through his hair, “This has been a day.”

He looks up, looking at how the light streams through the windows. Almost as though each light stream is riding it’s own wave creating unique and interesting patterns on the hardwood floors.

He sighs deeply.

“I’ve left my fiance for my boyfriend. For a love that I never got a chance to really explore.”, he thinks as

his eyes follow a single stream of light.

“I’ve been asked out by my boyfriend’s boyfriend.”, he thinks as he looks back towards the bedroom, “I have no idea where to even begin. It’s been surprising at best.”

He sits up straight and stretches his back.

“What do I do about this?”, he wonders.

“I’ve never really thought about another boy other than…”, he sighs wistfully as he thinks about all the time he missed with his boyfriend.

“I can what if until the cows come home…”, he says aloud, “I’m in a whole new realm then what I’m used to.”

He voice echoes off all the hard surfaces.

He slaps his hands over his mouth as he realized he was a bit louder than he meant to be. He remained silent for a moment as he waited to hear if he had accidentally awaken anyone.

He sat on the couch, eyes wide open.

“I didn’t realize I was talking that loud.”, he thinks as he waits to hear any footsteps.

A beat.

He breathes a sigh of relief as he doesn’t hear any stirring from the bedroom.

“How do I feel about this?”, he asks himself as he settles back in to the couch.

He rests his head backwards and closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath as he momentarily drifts off to sleep.

Yuki and Shuichi from “Gravitation” by Maki Murakami

 

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 38): Even More

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Unfortunately, nothing seems to be able to lull him into slumber.

He sighs as he looks over at his boyfriend and the boy. Their bodies bathed in the night lights of Shinjuku.

His thoughts continued left off where they were before trying to sleep. He never did think he was anything special. It’s not that he was treated poorly by his family, somehow damaging his psyche and making him think he was worse than he was. He just never really thought of himself as particularly fetching. Now, it’s true that he did manage to have a series of girlfriends after the dissolution of the relationship with that upper classman’s sister. So, to a certain degree he knew that he was at least some what attractive.

But certainly nowhere as attractive as his boyfriend. He didn’t think that it was humanly possible for anyone to be that attractive. It took him some time to accept that not only was it possible, but that boy was also his.

That boy still is his.

That thought made a smile break on his face.

So, when his boyfriend’s boyfriend says he thinks he’s attractive and is interested in more than we’re dating the same boyfriend with him…

He tucks his arms under his head.

He then thinks about talking to the boy earlier. Both of them outside. The boy asking for something he never expected. Then he thinks about talking to the boy outside the bedroom. What it felt like to kiss him, to feel his body next to his. It was more arousing than he was expecting it to be. Was that because he might be interested in the boy as well or was it because a boy that was interested in his boyfriend could also be interested in him as well.

He wasn’t entirely sure what the case was.

He did know that he didn’t mind feeling the boy’s lips and hands on his mostly naked body. He would even like to do more in the future. The boy was certainly good-looking, more ruggedly handsome than androgynous. It also surprised him that he would think someone who was more manly would be attractive to him. After all, it was his boyfriend’s androgynous and sometimes almost feminine features that first piqued his interest.

And what did he have… Sure, he was good-looking, but nothing like his boyfriend. So, why him?

This was certainly an answer he could figure out on his own… after all, he wasn’t the boy.

He sighs deeply as he whispers, “If I focus on this I’m not going to be able to sleep. This is definitely something that I can’t answer myself.”

He turns over on his side, facing both his boyfriend and the boy.

He takes a deep breath as he looks at the two of them. This is the first time where it has been right in his face. He’s known that the two of them have been together. He’s seen them together in a less intimate locale. But here it is, all of them sleeping in the same bed. He sucks in his breath as he is finally confronted with something he wasn’t expecting to feel… deep-seated jealousy. He’s seen them together before. Most of those times he was accompanied by his fiancé.

Well, ex-fiance now. There was no turning back. He couldn’t let his boyfriend go, not this time.

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 37): Whoa, it’s Back!

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He thinks about that for a second. He knows that he’s been feeling incredibly horny all night. All night he’s thought about being with his boyfriend… doing all sorts of naughty things. Now there’s a request to continue while his boyfriend watched. Watched him do things with this new boy, the same boy he’s been dating for a while now.

Really, it wasn’t the thought of doing something with another guy or even that guy is also dating his boyfriend. After being in the type of relationship he had been for… well, I guess that depends on how far back he counts. If he goes back to when they were both cheating, it’s been about 6 months to a year. If he considered it from when they both were honest with their other partners, it would probably be 3-6 months. Yet him thinking about doing anything more intimate with his boyfriend’s boyfriend didn’t weird him out.

For him it was still the thought that this boy still wanted him, wanted him romantically. He wasn’t just interested in just sex with him. He also wanted to form an intimate and loving relationship with him. He never thought he was that interesting or attractive. He always thought that his boyfriend was more attractive and the one that everyone wanted to be with.

And honestly, he couldn’t actually blame them.

He shakes his head, clearing his mind for a moment.

“As incredibly tempting as that sounds, and this is no offense to you,” he says, looking at the boy, “But I’m still working my head around tonight. As much fun as it would be, I think I need to straighten out my own thoughts first.”

The boy responds, “Not at all… I totally get it. Were it me in your place, I would probably feel the same way… I think.”

The boy winks.

“So, to sleep?” the boy asks.

“Well, after someone gets into their underwear…” he says jokingly, gesturing to their boyfriend.

“S-sorry.”, he says.

Their boyfriend undressed slowly, almost teasing the both of them. He takes off one article of clothing after another until he is naked in front of them. He then walks over to his dresser and picks out a nice, but comfortable pair of underwear. He slowly puts them on, almost enjoying the sensation of the fabric of them against his skin.

Their boyfriend hops into bed between the two boys. He lies down.

He and the boy lie down next to their boyfriend.

“You tease.” he whispers before kissing his boyfriend.

“Good night.” the boy says.

Both he and his boyfriend respond in unison, “Night!”

The boy turns of the light.

He lies in the dark, trying to fall asleep, but the thoughts from earlier won’t let him be. They keep peaking their way back into his head. He turns over, trying to see if that will help him sleep.

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 36): But Wait, There’s More

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He beckons his boyfriend rest on his chest. His boyfriend’s eyes looked like a mixture of fear and passion. He slowly lowers his head on to his chest. The boy’s hands caress their boyfriend’s head. He looks back at the boy. He subconsciously bites his lower lip. The boy leans forward to kiss his lips. First the boy’s kiss is gentle. But with each kiss it becomes more and more passionate.

Their boyfriend isn’t sure if he should join in or simply watch. Either way, this was going to be quite hot. The more that he thought about it, he realized that it might be for the best for him to join in. Even if he just watched, he would still be turned on by watching. Is this what he really wanted though.

He leans forward and whispers, “Are you sure you want this right now?”

His boyfriend looks at him with his eyes wide open. He shakes his head nervously.

“No?”, he asks.

“N-no… b-but i-it is h-hot…”, his boyfriend responds.

“Then we don’t have to do it.”, he says.

He leans back into the boy’s chest. He sighs deeply. He closes his eyes as he rests on his chest.

“What is it?”, the boy whispers as he kisses his neck.

“He’s still not ready for it, even if he thinks it’s hot.”, he says.

He sits up and rests his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

His boyfriend looks down and then at the boy. It’s almost as though he’s ashamed of the fact that he’s not interested in the threesome.

“I-I’m sorry.”, his boyfriend says quietly.

“No. It’s OK. You never know until you’re there if you’re ready for it.”, the boy says.

The boy places a hand on their boyfriend’s upper thigh.

“We’ll do this when you’re ready.”, he said, still resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

His boyfriend hurriedly nodded.

“B-but… W-well…”, his boyfriend started.

He paused for a moment, not sure if he really meant what he was about to say.

“I-if y-you w-wanted to continue…” his boyfriend continued, “I w-wouldn’t m-mind w-watching…”

He tried to stifle a laugh.

The boy laughed.

Their boyfriend looked at both of them unsure about what was funny.

“It’s not anything you said.” he tells his boyfriend, kissing his neck.

“Not at all. I’m not sure if either of us are ready for that step yet. Am I right?” the boy said looking at him while caressing their boyfriend’s leg.

Bi, Poly, Kinky: A Moment of Introspection

While I was at Comic Con last weekend, I attended a lot of LGBTQ panels. They were actually pretty good and I enjoyed being in each one. I also started thinking a lot more about my journey. Like the why and how of my sexuality and gender expression, I feel like I need to write this out in trying to understand myself better… especially since this is how I process best.

I was raised in a somewhat religious household. While that wasnt really true for my early childhood and my later teenage years, it was certainly true in my pre-teen years. That might be why I tend to be so resistant to religion. Of course, this isn’t really about religion, is it?

It also might be one of the reasons that I’ve always treated sexuality with kid gloves. I lived in a very heteronormative household. It felt like the unspoken expectation was to always be normal… even though I didn’t understand what that met (and still don’t to this day). There was always this expectation that I would always have a boyfriend (as I am, kind of cis female, but more on that later). There was never any discussion of what if I want to date a girl or girls in general. It was always assumed that I would only want to date men.

Which is interesting. Whenever I had someone come out to myself as being something other than heterosexual, it never bothered me. My stepdad who abused me was bisexual. My best friend in high school was bisexual and came out to me first. It didn’t faze me when I heard it from either of them. I’ve always wondered why that was. If it was me being in denial, then I would have had a negative reaction. So, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t denying my sexuality. I think I just hadn’t really thought about it at the time… or even ever.

It seemed natural to me to find both men and women sexually attractive. When I fantasize, I see both as being equally hot. I still would like to date or do anything with women. Unfortunately the time vs. relationships thing is now a thing with 3 concurrent relationships.

So, maybe it’s that I’ve always kind of known that I was bisexual. I don’t know because I don’t remember there ever being any great revelation. It always kind of was. I didn’t have that lightbulb go off in my head the way it did with when I was poly.

It’s interesting because coming out as bisexual and poly happened pretty much at the same time… more or less. For poly, I had tried it before. It blew up horribly in my face because I had no idea what I was doing. It quickly became me being cheated on by an en boyfriend. He didn’t want to leave me, but wanted this other woman. Instead of being honest about what was going on, he would just do things. Now, even now after having done this for 11 years, I know that he cheated on me… though I’m pretty sure he would never admit that.

My first attempt was horrible. I decided that it wasn’t really for me. So, I tried to work at monogamous relationships… which I would repeatedly fail at, in all definitions of the word fail. Then my first “real” poly boyfriend introduced me to the Ethical Slut. I read it and actually had a lightbulb moment. It was one of those, “Yes, this makes total sense! This is exactly how I feel moments!” That is probably the only good thing to come out of that relationship, discovering that I was really poly.

Of course, after coming to terms with that, the boyfriend that I was dating monogamously had to try to wrap his head around not being mono. This is a hard transition. It really is. It probably would have been easier if he wasn’t so controlling and abusive. So he would always keep the brakes on when I would want to go on a date. It was at this time that he also told me, “You better not be bi too.”

At the time it seemed kind of innocuous.

As time passed after breaking up with him I realized that it seems more sinister. Like he knew he was losing control of me. That I wasn’t going to be there anymore to make him look better. He wasn’t going to be able to manipulate and put me down anymore… that time was running out. But there’s nothing more fun then being told that you can’t explore your own sexuality and that you can’t be who you are. As more time has passed, I resent him more and more for that statement than any other.

There’s always something that I’ve always felt awkward about. I’ve always felt awkward about my gender. Not in the way transgender people do. I’ve always shared a certain amount of both masculine and feminine features. It became more obvious once I was in middle school. My “friends” used to call me she male. Of course, this upset and hurt me because I was a girl. I was acting like I thought I should. I didn’t understand the concept of being overly feminine or overly girly. It hasn’t been until a couple of events more recently. One of them is because I am often around a greater variety of the LGBTQ community. I’m no longer stuck in a small echo chamber, but I now see a greater variety of people. It’s also because of my newest relationship that I feel more emboldened to explore my genderqueerness. I love that I’m getting support from all of my relationships to explore who I am.

I think I truly appreciate all of this because I’ve gone through so much bad crap in my life. It took me time to accept who I am. I wish I could have done so at a younger age (like many who learn these things when they were younger). I am so grateful that I am where I am in my life, that I have the people I do in my life. Sometimes I’m utterly blown away by what I have. I feel incredibly lucky or blessed or what have you. All I know is that I’m glad that they’re there.

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 35): It’s Been A While, Hasn’t it?

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“A little.”, he whispers into the boys ear.

He nips the boy’s ear.

The boy bites his lip.

“Lets go back into the room to do this. Otherwise, I’m just going to want to stay here…”, the boy says a little weakly.

He nods and starts to walk away. The boy refuses to let his hand go. He looks at the boy, down at their hands and back at the boy. The boy still keeps a hold of his hand.

“Are we going back?”, he asks.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”, the boy says, letting go of his hand.

He walks back to the boy and gently caresses his face.

“There will be more than this once we get back to our boyfriend.”, he says as he gently kisses the boy.

The boy nods. The boy is enjoying the tenderness that he receives from him.

“Lets go then.”, he says as he walks back towards the bathroom.

The boy takes a moment. He’s never seen him act with such gentleness before. It was pretty shocking to him. He’s always acted a bit more stoic. It’s possible that the fear he had from being in the closet might have forced him to be more introverted. There’s something about him that certainly seemed freer than it was before.

The boy shrugs it off and follows behind him.

He walks back into the room and plops down on the bed next to his boyfriend. His hands sits right on top of his. He looks down at their hands and then back into the eyes of his boyfriend. His hand moves to gently caress his boyfriend’s face.

Out of the corner of his eye he can see the boy re-enter the room.
“Here goes nothing…”, he thinks, “At least this will give me some idea…”

He sighs as the boy sits down behind him.

“Or this could backfire… Well, nothing ventured.”, he thinks.

The boys arms wrap around his body. He can feel the heat of the boy’s body from behind him. He leans back on to the boy’s chest while maintaining eye contact with his boyfriend. This was certainly more than he ever thought he would do. He never thought he would experience anything like this in his life… and here he is.

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 34): How Much Longer Is This?

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“I… I think I get what you’re saying. And a party of me would entertain the idea… But…”, he responds.

“I know. This is really quick You haven’t even given an answer to me yet and here I am proposing that we make-out.”, the boy adds.

He nods.

“I don’t want to go to bed in such a sexually charged situation either. It’s not exactly the most comfortable way to fall asleep.”, he says.

He looks down at the floor. He realizes that this feels just as awkward as the first time their boyfriend came over to his house in high school. Even though he was focused only on his boyfriend, he still wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. In some ways this is very much like that situation. He’s still not sure if he was interested in dating the boy… and yet here it is. Does he do this or not? If anything it will certainly resolve the situation.

He crosses his arms and taps his foot on the floor.

“Well, there’s only really going to be one way to resolve this situation, isn’t there.”, he says, still thinking about it.

“Unfortunately, this is all I can think of. He both wants to do the threesome and is scared to…”, the boy says, “I will not take what happens tonight as a confirmation that you want to date me. I want that to be something that you decide on your own.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”, he responds, “It’s more that the thought had never entered my head. You’ve always been more focused on him.”

He sighs heavily.

“I appreciate that you wouldn’t take anything that happens tonight as an answer.”, he says, “Maybe we should just do it. It would certainly solve any doubts he has. Or I could just sleep on the couch. I used to do it so many times before…”

The boy shakes his head. He knew that there was always the possibility of someone taking the couch, at the same time their boyfriend did ask to sleep with both of them. It also seemed unfair that he should give up sleeping in the bed to make things easier.

“I had thought about that, but the request was for both of us in bed with him.”, the boy says.

“I know…”, he says with a sigh, “Well, then… Lets do it.”

The boy steps closer to him. He gently caresses his arm.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”, the boy asks.
He nods He isn’t sure that this is a great idea, but it would certainly answer quite a few questions.
The boy wraps his arms around him. He can feel the boy’s flesh on his. It feel strange, but not unpleasant. The boys hands gently caress his back and he can feel his breath on his neck.

“Thank you.”, the boy whispers as he kisses the lobe of his ear.

He clears his throat. As much as he would try to fight it, being held by the boy was hot. It felt good… incredibly good. He lavishes in the time that he’s in the boy’s arms. He kisses the boy’s neck.

“You’re keen to start?, “the boy asks.

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 34): We Keep On Truckin’ On

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“I… I think I get what you’re saying. And a party of me would entertain the idea… But…”, he responds.

“I know. This is really quick You haven’t even given an answer to me yet and here I am proposing that we make-out.”, the boy adds.

He nods.

“I don’t want to go to bed in such a sexually charged situation either. It’s not exactly the most comfortable way to fall asleep.”, he says.

He looks down at the floor. He realizes that this feels just as awkward as the first time their boyfriend came over to his house in high school. Even though he was focused only on his boyfriend, he still wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. In some ways this is very much like that situation. He’s still not sure if he was interested in dating the boy… and yet here it is. Does he do this or not? If anything it will certainly resolve the situation.

He crosses his arms and taps his foot on the floor.

“Well, there’s only really going to be one way to resolve this situation, isn’t there.”, he says, still thinking about it.

“Unfortunately, this is all I can think of. He both wants to do the threesome and is scared to…”, the boy says, “I will not take what happens tonight as a confirmation that you want to date me. I want that to be something that you decide on your own.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”, he responds, “It’s more that the thought had never entered my head. You’ve always been more focused on him.”

He sighs heavily.

“I appreciate that you wouldn’t take anything that happens tonight as an answer.”, he says, “Maybe we should just do it. It would certainly solve any doubts he has. Or I could just sleep on the couch. I used to do it so many times before…”

The boy shakes his head. He knew that there was always the possibility of someone taking the couch, at the same time their boyfriend did ask to sleep with both. It also seemed unfair that he should give up sleeping in the bed to make things easier.

“I had thought about that, but the request was for both of us in bed with him.”, the boy says.

“I know…”, he says with a sigh, “Well, then… Lets do it.”

The boy steps closer to him. He gently caresses his arm.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”, the boy asks.
He nods He isn’t sure that this is a great idea, but it would certainly answer quite a few questions.

The boy wraps his arms around him. He can feel the boy’s flesh on his. It feel strange, but not unpleasant. The boys hands gently caress his back and he can feel his breath on his neck.

“Thank you.”, the boy whispers as he kisses the lobe of his ear.

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 33): Just Can’t Get Enough

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This time the boy’s face stays close to his own. He can feel the boy’s lips gently caressing his ear.

He lets out a pregnant sigh. The breath is tinged with the slight sound of him moaning. This was getting to be too much. He was reaching the point of sexual frustration where he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. His boyfriend’s head being in his crotch most certainly wasn’t helping.

He firmly puts his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders. He pushes him away just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. He can see that his boyfriend was both feeling embarrassed and turned on. That he would probably entertain the threesome.

He also knew that he couldn’t push the issue. He got down on his knees in front of his boyfriend.

“Are you sure you want to do this? If I keep your head where it was this isn’t going to end innocently.”, he says.

His boyfriend looks thoughtfully for a moment. He looks up at the boy and back at him.

“I-I…”, his boyfriend starts.

He holds his boyfriend’s hand. He feels the boy’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s about what you want to do.”, the boy says.

Their boyfriend nods. He holds tighter on to his hand.

“I-I b-both w-want both of y-you… a-and a-am scared.”, his boyfriend said, staring down at the floor.

He kisses his boyfriend’s hand. He looks back at the boy to see what he’s thinking. The boy mouths to him, lets talk for a moment.

He nods and stands. He leans over and whispers in his boyfriend’s ear, “I’ll be right back.”

He kisses his boyfriend. He turns around and follows after the boy. They walk towards the living room.

The boy stops him while they’re still in the hallway. He gently grabs his arm. He swings around to face the boy.

“So, what do we do?’, he asks, slightly annoyed.

“… I have an idea, but I’m not sure how keen you’re going to be to do it.”, the boy says.

His eyes widened as he thought of the possibility. This would certainly be pushing things forward. He still wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to date the boy. It certainly would be a solution to getting an answer, but could he do it?

 

The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 32): Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit’s Baaaaaaack

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He sighs again as he looks down. He looks at the mirror again, at his mostly naked form. He shakes his head and faces the door. He opens it up and walks back to the bedroom.

His boyfriend is still clothed, sitting on the bed, patiently waiting for him to leave the bathroom. The boy is lounging next to him wearing only his underwear.

“Are you going to tease us all night…”, he says, standing in front of his boyfriend wearing only his underwear.

“That’s precisely what I was wondering.”, the boy says, his hand gently caressing their boyfriend’s leg.

His boyfriend gulps hard. This sounded like a great idea at the time, but now… Now he wanted both of them. Seeing both of his boys stripped down to their undergarments was hot.

“Hot…”, his boyfriend thought, “That would be putting it lightly. This is such a sexually charged scene. I am so fucking turned on right now.”

His boyfriend turns beet red as he attempts to bury his head in his crotch. His boyfriend wraps his arms around his hips. He holds him tight.

He looks at the boy with a perplexed face. He then looks down at his boyfriend’s head, buried securely in his crotch. He wasn’t sure if he should be thrilled for this to happen or what. It was awkward as this is something that he wanted earlier today, but not to the embarrassment of anyone.

He looks at the boy again.

“Well… I’m at a loss at what to do…”, he says.

“I know, right?”, the boy responds.

He stands up and walks over to him. He puts a hand on his shoulder.

When the boy’s hand touched him, his body tensed up a bit. His ambivalence showed in that action. He felt bad, because he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to be with the boy.

“Don’t worry.”, the boy whispers in his ear, “I just asked you tonight.”

The boy let his hand wander down his back to rest on top of their boyfriend’s arms.

He gulps hard finding himself in an impossibly erotic situation. He knows that he would joke about a threesome with these two boys… but now it seems like it might actually happen. While he could easily joke about it, does he feel ready for it to actually happen?

He closes his eyes. He tries to think of nothing, but he’s not sure that’s possible. He feels himself getting aroused again. He feels the boy’s body close to him, his hand resting on his ass. His boyfriend’s head is still buried in his crotch.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispers.

It’s the only thing he can think of is to whisper, “I’m sorry”.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”, the boy whispers in his ear again.