Drew and Jesus
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,093
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
After running into Drew at the bookstore about two months ago, we went out for coffee. And, after coffee we went for dinner. And, after dinner we came back to Drew’s place and fell into bed.
The next morning, I woke up to blonde hair tickling my nose and sunlight streaming through the window. I could hear Drew’s steady breathing and I could feel a small puddle of drool on my chest. It was perfect. I was right where I wanted to be, with Drew. That was the first time I had woken up with him in my arms. Before, I always had to get back to Sheila’s.
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That was about two months ago and we are, miraculously, still together. Things have been good. I’ve finally gotten used to this whole relationship thing. Drew’s been hinting that he wants us to move in together. Well, to be more exact, he wants me to move into his place. I’m not sure that would be for the best. I mean I want to be with him and spend as much time as I can with him. But, I don’t know. I really don’t want to fuck this up. That month or so without him was a taste of what it would be like to live without him. It definitely wasn’t pretty.
A lot of things have been going on in the past week or so. Drew is currently trying to set up a viewing of his new collection of photography. Once he gets his show set up, he’s positive his family will come to see it. Apparently, his parents are very conservative and Drew still hasn’t managed to come out to them. His little sister knows that he’s gay but his parents haven’t a clue. He figures now will be the perfect time to come out since he’s in a “serious relationship.” I told him he didn’t have to do it for me but he wouldn’t hear of it. I’d be more than happy to skip out on dinner with the “in-laws,” but I think it’s another way for Drew to prove that we’re ready to live together.
While Drew has been working on his photography, I’ve been sending some of my writing out to independent magazines. I’m hoping to get some kind of response within the next month. I don’t think I want to work for a publication. But, it would be nice to get paid once in awhile for all the writing I’ve been doing lately.
After our two month anniversary, I finally gathered the courage and called my mother to tell her that I’m with someone. She immediately started mumbling about a “vaca gorda.” I quickly reminded her that I broke up with Sheila months ago.
I came out to my mother years ago about being bisexual. She accepted it and me, but I know she always held on to the hope that I would end up with a woman.
I told her I’m with a man, and there was silence on the other end, then a deep breath, and then “What’s his name?” And just like that everything was fine. She’s decided that she’s got to meet this “new boy.” She’s coming down in a month to decide if this “new boy” is good enough her baby. Man, has she got that twisted. If she only knew half the things I’ve done. Drew’s a fucking saint compared to me.
With Drew’s show, me meeting his family, my possible publishing, and my mother coming down to visit us, this next month is going to be full of excitement.
The next morning, I woke up to blonde hair tickling my nose and sunlight streaming through the window. I could hear Drew’s steady breathing and I could feel a small puddle of drool on my chest. It was perfect. I was right where I wanted to be, with Drew. That was the first time I had woken up with him in my arms. Before, I always had to get back to Sheila’s.
That was about two months ago and we are, miraculously, still together. Things have been good. I’ve finally gotten used to this whole relationship thing. Drew’s been hinting that he wants us to move in together. Well, to be more exact, he wants me to move into his place. I’m not sure that would be for the best. I mean I want to be with him and spend as much time as I can with him. But, I don’t know. I really don’t want to fuck this up. That month or so without him was a taste of what it would be like to live without him. It definitely wasn’t pretty.
A lot of things have been going on in the past week or so. Drew is currently trying to set up a viewing of his new collection of photography. Once he gets his show set up, he’s positive his family will come to see it. Apparently, his parents are very conservative and Drew still hasn’t managed to come out to them. His little sister knows that he’s gay but his parents haven’t a clue. He figures now will be the perfect time to come out since he’s in a “serious relationship.” I told him he didn’t have to do it for me but he wouldn’t hear of it. I’d be more than happy to skip out on dinner with the “in-laws,” but I think it’s another way for Drew to prove that we’re ready to live together.
While Drew has been working on his photography, I’ve been sending some of my writing out to independent magazines. I’m hoping to get some kind of response within the next month. I don’t think I want to work for a publication. But, it would be nice to get paid once in awhile for all the writing I’ve been doing lately.
After our two month anniversary, I finally gathered the courage and called my mother to tell her that I’m with someone. She immediately started mumbling about a “vaca gorda.” I quickly reminded her that I broke up with Sheila months ago.
I came out to my mother years ago about being bisexual. She accepted it and me, but I know she always held on to the hope that I would end up with a woman.
I told her I’m with a man, and there was silence on the other end, then a deep breath, and then “What’s his name?” And just like that everything was fine. She’s decided that she’s got to meet this “new boy.” She’s coming down in a month to decide if this “new boy” is good enough her baby. Man, has she got that twisted. If she only knew half the things I’ve done. Drew’s a fucking saint compared to me.
With Drew’s show, me meeting his family, my possible publishing, and my mother coming down to visit us, this next month is going to be full of excitement.