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“Sorry,” George whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
Joq slid his hand over George’s stomach, slid lower. George stopped him.
“Not tonight, go back to sleep,” he said again, then removed Joq’s hand, rolled over and breathed in a way that said he wasn’t sleeping either.
Joq rolled over and faced the other side of the room, wide awake. He didn’t remember falling asleep.
When Joq came home from work the following evening, George was sitting in the living room. He stood when Joq came in.
“Hey,” Joq said.
“Hey,” George sounded nervous. “Can we talk?”
Joq’s heart sped up. “Yeah, course.”
“Okay,” George sat back down.
Joq took his shoes off and came into the living room. His stomach was flipping over and his mouth was dry.
“What’s up?” he asked as casually as he could and sat in the armchair.
George sat forward, clasped his hands, fixed his eyes on his hands.
Oh, God, Joq thought, he was going to break up with him.
“I... I decided to…” George cleared his throat.
Joq swallowed. Tried to prepare for it.
“We’re open,” George said, matter of fact, and glanced up. “So, I fucked around.”
Joq nodded his head slowly. “Okay,” he said and swallowed. “Is this your attempt at foreplay?” He tried for the joke and felt it land flat.
George’s face contorted like the idea revolted him. “No. Definitely, no,” he shook his head. “I don’t want to… like you do. If that’s okay,” he rushed on at the end.
Joq shrugged, tried to play it cool. “Of course.” What he really wanted to say, what he really couldn’t believe, was that George wasn’t addressing the Finn sized elephant in the room.
“Cool,” George breathed out. “It’s just. I can’t… talk like you do.”
Ah, yes you fucking well can, Joq bit his tongue on that retort.
“It’s really fine.”
“Cool,” George said again and looked back at his hands.
“So, we’re cool?” Joq heard his desperation, but he couldn’t take it back.
“Course, why wouldn’t we be? I mean, if you’re cool that I’m, you know, doing that now too, then of course,” George stood.
“Uh, yeah, but I mean…”
What did he mean? He meant: I fuck different guys. Hundreds of them. Joq was pretty damn sure George was planning to continue to fuck one other guy. One other guy George clearly had feelings for. Joq didn’t know how to come out and say that.
“You mean?” George asked. He was standing, his expression guarded.
“Just, you know, be careful or whatever.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
