| Gay: Romantic: Joshua and Shawn (1/2) |
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"Yeah man, I never had a night like that. She was all over me and I couldn’t have controlled her if I had wanted to." "Damn man, you just have all the luck." As usual Joshua was running his mouth about some girl he hooked up with over the weekend. Everyday at work he had a new story to tell us about some whore and he always had the bite marks or long scratches to prove it. Sometimes I just wanted to scream at him for lying and just tell the guys that I am the one leaving those marks on his neck, along with other places on his body. I could no longer take listening to his lies and watching the other guys foam at the mouth. I went into my office and closed the door. I was working on my reports that had to be out by Thursday, when I heard a knock on my door. "Come in," I shouted. I saw his head peek through my door and I shot him an icy glare. "Are you mad at me?" he said in a meek and humbled voice. I didn’t respond. He knew I was mad. "Oh Shawn I am so sorry baby, I know you hate it when I tell those stories, but they ask me where I get the marks from and I have to tell them something." I kept working as if he wasn’t even there. I was so pissed I could have punched him. But I knew I could not look at him because if I did I would forgive him and we would end up fooling around right here in my office and we had a few close calls with that already. " Baby, don’t be mad. I hate it when your mad at me. I am just not ready to be known as being gay. It's too much for me to handle. Will you please look at me? Nothing would make me happier than to walk out this door and tell the guys that I love you and you’re the one who I come home to every night, but I just can’t. I don’t have the heart to do that. Don’t just ignore me Shawn. I can’t take it when you do that to me, you know I hate that." I heard in his voice that he was holding back tears and I can’t stand to see him cry, not over something like this. I looked up from my sea of papers; he was looking directly into my eyes. I was still mad at him and I wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. His eyes were full of tears. He tried to hold them back, but they just kept flowing freely from his eyes like a river. "WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN TO ME? I SAID I WAS SORRY!!!!!!!? " he shouted. "Hush keep your voice down or someone will hear you." I got up form my desk to console him. I wrapped my arms around him and allowed him to nuzzle into my neck. I could smell the cologne that I had given him for his birthday. That’s one thing I loved about Joshua, his scent. No matter what the occasion, his smell was always intoxicating. I held him close to me not wanting to let go. I whispered in his ear about how I would wait until he was ready and that I wouldn’t push him any more. I pulled his head away from my neck; his face was bright red as were his eyes. His lips were so pink and inviting. "You look so cute when you cry. Lock the door." He did as I said and walked over to me with |
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sorry
