Thursday Evening

A/N~ This is a bit shorter than the other ones, it seems.

Reviews are good. As is constructive concriticism.

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I quit the second job. I didn’t need the money. I needed the time. Every moment spent at work was a moment I could have spent with Andrew, and I didn’t want to choose. Not that it would have been a hard choice.

I could have found a use for the money. I could have been the rich uncle of my nephews, but to me, that didn’t matter as much as being with him.

He moved in, soon enough. The first night was unexpected. I slept on the couch, in case he thought I was going to try to just use him for sex, and let him take my room. I tripped on him upon getting up. He’d fallen asleep on the floor, next to me. We didn’t try the sleeping in other rooms bit again.

He’d always stay up a little bit later than me, and wake up later as well. It gave me time to look at his face when he was sleeping. His facial hair was faint, and slowly growing. He looked much younger asleep than he did awake. Still looked lovely, though. Not that I would be likely to admit it to him. I didn’t want to sound creepy.

None of the neighbors seemed to care, either. I hadn’t realized exactly how much I interacted with them until I realized they may have a problem with it. I guess the alternative was worse to them.

It wasn’t my neighbors I was worried about anymore, though. It was my family. My dad had always hated gays. My brother, too. And where was I, now? I would be one of them. But I have to tell them. He’s too good to be kept hidden.

He doesn’t want me to tell them if he’ll come between me and my family. He had looked at me so seriously, when he said that, I knew he meant it. And when he told me why, why he would prefer lying, I had to hold him. I just had to. I needed to provide him with any sort of comfort I could.

But I still want to tell them. Maybe they can be a surrogate family for him. If not… we can be jaded together. And that’s enough for me.


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He quit the second job. First, he had asked me if I’d want the money from the second job, to keep from going back. To keep me from whoring. He looked so relieved when I told him that I had a real job. And I could tell he was sincere.

He asked me to move in, too. His apartment was larger, two bedrooms, so it made sense. He promised me the second bedroom if I wanted it. And he volunteered to sleep on the couch while I slept in his bed until I got all my stuff moved in. I tried it. Sleeping alone in his bed, but my insomnia kicked in, and I went to the couch to ask him to join me. But he was asleep, so I just laid on the floor.

He freaked out when he’d stepped on me. He kept on apologizing, while I kept on laughing.

Our main problem was the disparity of the sleeping patterns. He’s an early riser, while I’m not.

I’m even dealing with my tendency to keep secrets. He got my family history out of me. The alcoholism. The forced religion. And my sister. That had been the hardest part. Telling him that I’d started whoring for her. How I’d sent her money from the first couple of times. Then, I started to get the return to sender.

I didn’t get a chance to continue after that. Not that I could. I was in his arms. I swear, I thought I’d never be let go.

I’m not sure I ever wanted him to.