Jesus and Lola
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,865
Reviews:
9
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.
Chapter 2
So, about two months after our first meeting I had decided to see Drew at his place. He had given me a key a couple weeks prior. When I walked into the apartment, I could hear the shower was running. Over the sound of pounding water I could hear Drew singing “Santa Baby” in a voice several octaves to high and completely out of tune. I turned on the Price is Right and waited for him to finish. The show was just ending as Drew walked into the living room in a pair of sweats, his wet blonde hair was pulled back with a black hair band.
“Hey, baby.” He always called me baby. He said he couldn’t just call “any ol’ person” Jesus, his lord and savior. I laughed when he told me that. Drew isn’t religious at all. He hadn’t been to church in over 20 years.
“Hey, I can’t stay too long. Shelia wants to take me to dinner with her parents.” The smile on his face quickly turned to a frown.
“Why are you still with her?” He asked in a conversational tone.
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you still with her? I mean, I know you don’t love her.”
“I might.”
“Bullshit. She’s a fat slob,” he muttered under his breath. Someone was jealous.
“Are you jealous Drew?” That was definitely the wrong thing to say.
“Fuck you, Jesus.” He used my name. I hated it when he used my name. He only used it when he was really serious, or really angry.
“Calm down, Drew.”
“Do you want us to be together or not?” I had no idea where that question came from. I liked how things were between us at that moment.
“Whoa, when did ‘you and me’ become ‘us’? We’re not a couple Drew.”
“Of course we’re not a fucking couple. You’re living with that pig.”
“What? Would you rather me live here?” I asked him with a laugh. It was just out of the question.
“What the fuck is so funny about that?” He was pissed. I sighed as I ran my fingers through my dark hair. My brown eyes met his blue.
“Drew, we’re not a couple. We fuck. We hang out. That’s it.”
“Just leave, Jesus.” His voice was devoid of emotion. I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door.
“Hey, baby.” He always called me baby. He said he couldn’t just call “any ol’ person” Jesus, his lord and savior. I laughed when he told me that. Drew isn’t religious at all. He hadn’t been to church in over 20 years.
“Hey, I can’t stay too long. Shelia wants to take me to dinner with her parents.” The smile on his face quickly turned to a frown.
“Why are you still with her?” He asked in a conversational tone.
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you still with her? I mean, I know you don’t love her.”
“I might.”
“Bullshit. She’s a fat slob,” he muttered under his breath. Someone was jealous.
“Are you jealous Drew?” That was definitely the wrong thing to say.
“Fuck you, Jesus.” He used my name. I hated it when he used my name. He only used it when he was really serious, or really angry.
“Calm down, Drew.”
“Do you want us to be together or not?” I had no idea where that question came from. I liked how things were between us at that moment.
“Whoa, when did ‘you and me’ become ‘us’? We’re not a couple Drew.”
“Of course we’re not a fucking couple. You’re living with that pig.”
“What? Would you rather me live here?” I asked him with a laugh. It was just out of the question.
“What the fuck is so funny about that?” He was pissed. I sighed as I ran my fingers through my dark hair. My brown eyes met his blue.
“Drew, we’re not a couple. We fuck. We hang out. That’s it.”
“Just leave, Jesus.” His voice was devoid of emotion. I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door.