Drew and Jesus
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,092
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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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
“Drew, I need to go.” His arm tightens around my waist as he rolls closer to nuzzle his face into my neck, unconsciously pressing his lips to my shoulder.
“I don’t want you to.” He’s still half asleep.
“I spent the last three nights here. I have to go home at some point.” I whisper in his ear. He rolls away from me, now completely awake.
“You wouldn’t have to leave me if you lived here.” And, although his back is facing me, I know he’s pouting.
“But, I don’t.”
“I know that. You’ve made it very clear Jesus that you don’t want to live with me.” I put my hand on his shoulder and pull him towards me, so he’s lying on his back and facing me.
“Drew, you know that’s not true. We’ve only been dating for two months and I want this to work, I really do. But, it’s just too soon for us to live together. You understand, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.” I lean over him and when I look into his eyes, I know he’s lying. But, I’m quickly getting tired of this conversation and I don’t want to spend the time clarifying what I mean. And, there’s really no other way I can explain it to him. “You know I love you, Jesus,” he states it reassuringly, as if my doubt of his love is the reason I don’t want to move in. I already know Drew loves me, and I’m pretty sure I love him, even if I haven’t been able to say the words. I know he’s been waiting for me to tell him how I feel about him, but I’m just not ready to yet. Instead, I lean down to kiss him and put everything I have into that kiss, showing him exactly how I feel. When I pull away his blue eyes are focused on mine, and I can only hope he got the message. “I better go.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
“Sure.” I get dressed and leave the room, closing the door softly behind me. I pad through the apartment and quietly slip out. As I’m driving home I can’t help but think about our situation.
I’m not a relationship kind of person. And, definitely not a monogamy type of person. If I moved in with Drew, I’d be giving up the freedom to be with whoever I want, whenever I want. Although, truth is, I haven’t been with anyone else since Drew and I started dating. But he doesn’t know that; we haven’t really discussed it. When I was with Sheila and kind of with Drew, there were still several times I was with other people. I really didn’t care about Sheila and I didn’t consider myself in a relationship with Drew. Moving in with him would be making a promise to keep my dick in my pants and, in all practicality, I know that being monogamous, especially with Drew wouldn’t be that hard to do. It’s just a very big commitment to make.
The fact that I’ve lived with lovers before doesn’t help ease Drew’s frustration. I basically moved in with Shelia the same day I met her. I’ve known Drew for…fuck…it’s been half a year. I can’t believe it’s been that long. I can see why Drew might be a little anxious. We’ve known eachother for six months and I haven’t even considered moving in with him until recently. And, that was really the result of his persistence.
As I walk into my empty apartment, I have to question exactly what I’m doing. I just left a warm blonde in a cozy bed in a nice apartment to be alone in this shithole. I shake my head, in attempt to clear my mind and undress before climbing in bed.
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I wake up early, well early for me. It’s a little after 10:00am. Drew and I are scheduled to meet Paul Anderson later today and I figure I have a few hours to work before I head over to the gallery. I start a pot of coffee, grab a shower and get dressed. After pouring a cup, I head into my office, which is really just an old card table and lawn chair placed in a corner of the living room. But for the next few hours, I’ll call it my office.
I’ve just finished three really solid short stories. They’re all fictional, but are somewhat based on my own life. Two are kind of based on my teenage years as a young Lothario. Unlike those two, the third one is more true than false. It’s based on the very beginning of my relationship with Drew – the other woman, the denial, the reform, etc, etc. I’m sending all three to several different publishing companies. But, I think I have the best chance with this one based in Chicago that focuses on anthologies. I just need to write a synopsis for each before I send them out.
I finish editing one that I wrote yesterday and write a draft for another synopsis before I look at the clock and realize I was supposed to be at the gallery twenty minutes ago.
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I walk into the building, not exactly looking forward to facing an angry blonde. Drew’s on the other side of the gallery talking with a tall brunet. I walk over and greet Drew with a kiss on the cheek and by his glare I’m guessing he’s a little angry.
“Sorry, I’m late.” His expression softens a bit at the apology.
“It’s okay. Baby this is Mr. Anderson.”
“Drew, call me Paul”
“Right,” Drew grins and blushes before continuing, “Paul this is my boyfriend Jesus Gonzalez.” Paul’s shocked expression tells me that he wasn’t aware that Drew had a boyfriend. The shock leaves his face as he takes my hand to shake.
“It’s nice to meet you Jesus.” I’m not at all surprised by his insincere tone.
“Likewise.” We spend an hour or so in the gallery. Paul and Drew talk about the upcoming show and every once in awhile Drew tries to bring me into the conversation. But, Paul redirects it, effectively cutting me out. It’s not extremely unusual for one of us to be hit on in the other’s presence. But, usually if we say we’re together, people back off. Drew seems oblivious to the fact that this guy wants in his pants. I’ve told him before that he is far too trusting. His response is always “you’re just jealous baby,” which could be a possibility.
But I’d never tell him that.
While we’re at the gallery, I pretty much ignore Paul’s actions and attitude. This is business, Drew’s business. I figure I can at least be civil for one afternoon. When we’re done, Drew and I walk back to our cars. And, now that we’re alone, I can tell he’s still a little upset. Whether it’s about me being late or our discussion last night I can’t be sure.
“Drew, I’m sorry I was late.”
“Why were you?”
“Working, I lost track of time.”
“I understand.” He pauses and I know he wants to tell me something. “My parents called this morning.”
I’m sure this is what’s been weighing so heavily on his mind.
“How did that go?”
“It was okay; they were just telling me that they’re definitely coming up for the show. I don’t know…I’m still kind of nervous about telling them about us. But, it’s time, right?”
“Drew, you know you don’t have to do this for me. I don’t care either way.”
“I know. But we’re together now, and we’re going to be together for a long time, right?” His hand finds mine and our fingers interlace. I nod in response.
“Right.”
“Well, then they should know.” I use our joined hands to pull him to me so his weight settles on my body. My arms wrap around his waist and he gives me a quick kiss, before dropping his forehead to my shoulder and mumbling into my tee-shirt. “They’re gonna flip.” From what I’ve heard about his parents, especially his mom, I have to agree. They are definitely going to freak out. I just hope they don’t hurt Drew in the process.
“I don’t want you to.” He’s still half asleep.
“I spent the last three nights here. I have to go home at some point.” I whisper in his ear. He rolls away from me, now completely awake.
“You wouldn’t have to leave me if you lived here.” And, although his back is facing me, I know he’s pouting.
“But, I don’t.”
“I know that. You’ve made it very clear Jesus that you don’t want to live with me.” I put my hand on his shoulder and pull him towards me, so he’s lying on his back and facing me.
“Drew, you know that’s not true. We’ve only been dating for two months and I want this to work, I really do. But, it’s just too soon for us to live together. You understand, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.” I lean over him and when I look into his eyes, I know he’s lying. But, I’m quickly getting tired of this conversation and I don’t want to spend the time clarifying what I mean. And, there’s really no other way I can explain it to him. “You know I love you, Jesus,” he states it reassuringly, as if my doubt of his love is the reason I don’t want to move in. I already know Drew loves me, and I’m pretty sure I love him, even if I haven’t been able to say the words. I know he’s been waiting for me to tell him how I feel about him, but I’m just not ready to yet. Instead, I lean down to kiss him and put everything I have into that kiss, showing him exactly how I feel. When I pull away his blue eyes are focused on mine, and I can only hope he got the message. “I better go.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
“Sure.” I get dressed and leave the room, closing the door softly behind me. I pad through the apartment and quietly slip out. As I’m driving home I can’t help but think about our situation.
I’m not a relationship kind of person. And, definitely not a monogamy type of person. If I moved in with Drew, I’d be giving up the freedom to be with whoever I want, whenever I want. Although, truth is, I haven’t been with anyone else since Drew and I started dating. But he doesn’t know that; we haven’t really discussed it. When I was with Sheila and kind of with Drew, there were still several times I was with other people. I really didn’t care about Sheila and I didn’t consider myself in a relationship with Drew. Moving in with him would be making a promise to keep my dick in my pants and, in all practicality, I know that being monogamous, especially with Drew wouldn’t be that hard to do. It’s just a very big commitment to make.
The fact that I’ve lived with lovers before doesn’t help ease Drew’s frustration. I basically moved in with Shelia the same day I met her. I’ve known Drew for…fuck…it’s been half a year. I can’t believe it’s been that long. I can see why Drew might be a little anxious. We’ve known eachother for six months and I haven’t even considered moving in with him until recently. And, that was really the result of his persistence.
As I walk into my empty apartment, I have to question exactly what I’m doing. I just left a warm blonde in a cozy bed in a nice apartment to be alone in this shithole. I shake my head, in attempt to clear my mind and undress before climbing in bed.
I wake up early, well early for me. It’s a little after 10:00am. Drew and I are scheduled to meet Paul Anderson later today and I figure I have a few hours to work before I head over to the gallery. I start a pot of coffee, grab a shower and get dressed. After pouring a cup, I head into my office, which is really just an old card table and lawn chair placed in a corner of the living room. But for the next few hours, I’ll call it my office.
I’ve just finished three really solid short stories. They’re all fictional, but are somewhat based on my own life. Two are kind of based on my teenage years as a young Lothario. Unlike those two, the third one is more true than false. It’s based on the very beginning of my relationship with Drew – the other woman, the denial, the reform, etc, etc. I’m sending all three to several different publishing companies. But, I think I have the best chance with this one based in Chicago that focuses on anthologies. I just need to write a synopsis for each before I send them out.
I finish editing one that I wrote yesterday and write a draft for another synopsis before I look at the clock and realize I was supposed to be at the gallery twenty minutes ago.
I walk into the building, not exactly looking forward to facing an angry blonde. Drew’s on the other side of the gallery talking with a tall brunet. I walk over and greet Drew with a kiss on the cheek and by his glare I’m guessing he’s a little angry.
“Sorry, I’m late.” His expression softens a bit at the apology.
“It’s okay. Baby this is Mr. Anderson.”
“Drew, call me Paul”
“Right,” Drew grins and blushes before continuing, “Paul this is my boyfriend Jesus Gonzalez.” Paul’s shocked expression tells me that he wasn’t aware that Drew had a boyfriend. The shock leaves his face as he takes my hand to shake.
“It’s nice to meet you Jesus.” I’m not at all surprised by his insincere tone.
“Likewise.” We spend an hour or so in the gallery. Paul and Drew talk about the upcoming show and every once in awhile Drew tries to bring me into the conversation. But, Paul redirects it, effectively cutting me out. It’s not extremely unusual for one of us to be hit on in the other’s presence. But, usually if we say we’re together, people back off. Drew seems oblivious to the fact that this guy wants in his pants. I’ve told him before that he is far too trusting. His response is always “you’re just jealous baby,” which could be a possibility.
But I’d never tell him that.
While we’re at the gallery, I pretty much ignore Paul’s actions and attitude. This is business, Drew’s business. I figure I can at least be civil for one afternoon. When we’re done, Drew and I walk back to our cars. And, now that we’re alone, I can tell he’s still a little upset. Whether it’s about me being late or our discussion last night I can’t be sure.
“Drew, I’m sorry I was late.”
“Why were you?”
“Working, I lost track of time.”
“I understand.” He pauses and I know he wants to tell me something. “My parents called this morning.”
I’m sure this is what’s been weighing so heavily on his mind.
“How did that go?”
“It was okay; they were just telling me that they’re definitely coming up for the show. I don’t know…I’m still kind of nervous about telling them about us. But, it’s time, right?”
“Drew, you know you don’t have to do this for me. I don’t care either way.”
“I know. But we’re together now, and we’re going to be together for a long time, right?” His hand finds mine and our fingers interlace. I nod in response.
“Right.”
“Well, then they should know.” I use our joined hands to pull him to me so his weight settles on my body. My arms wrap around his waist and he gives me a quick kiss, before dropping his forehead to my shoulder and mumbling into my tee-shirt. “They’re gonna flip.” From what I’ve heard about his parents, especially his mom, I have to agree. They are definitely going to freak out. I just hope they don’t hurt Drew in the process.