He lowers our hands between us and entwines our fingers. āWhen can you come to my place to stay?ā
āI was thinking this week. But now it depends on how quickly I can send Cy back home. Can I ring you tomorrow for an update?ā
He nods. āDonāt let too much time pass or youāll end up like you were yesterday.ā
āUnderstoodā¦ Thanks, Jun.ā
I wish I could kiss himājust to confirm that there is no confusion about this situation. But heās so bloody tall. It always puts me at a slight disadvantage. The minute I reach up and into him, he could just straighten his giraffe-like body and Iām left looking like some git thatās leaning face-first into an open window.
He shifts down and places a soft kiss on my cheek, then presses his forehead into my temple. Heās warm and smells divine. His voice is low and I can feel his breath against my skin. āGood night, sunshine.ā
When he stands, he slowly pulls our hands apart. I sigh. That was actually much better than my potentially thwarted kiss. A moment later heās gone. Only the soothing scent of him remains. I feel like Iām floating as I walk down the hall toward my bedroom. But Iām grounded when I slide the door open and see Cy there, looking surly with his arms folded.
āYou know, I read a novel with that title onceāIām Gay for You. It happens a lot in those romance booksāwhich is how my dad found me out when I was sixteen, by the way. He uncovered my stash of erotica.ā
Iām standing in the doorway, watching him and scratching my head. I literally have no words. He goes on.
āI always imagined youād be chuffed to hear me say that, and then we wouldnāt be able to keep our hands off each other. Weād have awkward, bumbling but sincere sex since Iāve never done it properly with another man, then weād fight my parents and the world at large. It was my dramatic opening line. It was supposed to change everything between us.ā
I exhale a breath, considering. āHonestly? Fuck that bookāand your line.ā Fuck bumbling, awkward sex too. Iām getting too old for that shit, and Jun has essentially ruined me for it.
Cyrus scoffs. āWhatever. In those books, one bloke is always very rich and the other embarrassingly poor. I could never decide which one was me or you, since we both grew up properly middle-class. Neither of us is white, either. Theyāre almost always whiteāā
āYou donāt see the issue in your basing our relationship off erotica novels with mainstream plot devices?ā I ask, folding my arms. āFeeding me lines from them?ā
Cyrus shrugs. āSeemed like a good idea at the time.ā
āWellā¦ you should try it againāon a different man, I mean. Some guys will really be into thatāā
āShut up.ā Cyrus pouts. āIt only works the first time, doesnāt it? Have you slept with that leggy bloke? That fucking posh vampire. What rank is he? Whatās his ethnicity?ā
So many awkward questions. I avoid the first one. āFirst-gen. Why does his ethnicity matter?ā
āBecause I want to know!ā Cyrus sneers, bitter. āYouāve totally fucked him. Donāt even bother answering, you twat.ā
Twenty-Seven
Jae
In the end, Cyrus stayed for five days. Which, honestly, is four days longer than Iād hoped.
His confession started off lighthearted and fairly ridiculousāquoting lines at me from his secret stash of erotica novels. But as the days went on, he opened up more about it and his feelings ran shockingly deep.
It started when I told him I was sorry for ruining his āgay holiday.ā He didnāt find that humorous. I guess I should have known better because thatās one of the problems with us. Whenever I joke with him, it never lands. He always gets mad and starts fighting with me. Meanwhile, he says whatever the hell he wants to me, and I take it. Let it roll off my back time after time.
That was probably his fantasyāthat Iād always be his little sidekick and take whatever trite crap he threw at me, smiling and happy because at least we were finally together. My best mate, a straight guy, has turned gay for me. He wants me and only me. Oh joy.
Piss off. I have enough baggage of my own that Iām already working through. Iām not shouldering his, too.
I did apologize to him, though. Later, I realized I was insensitive during his very first time opening up about his sexuality. That, I definitely regretāmy initial reaction was wrong. In the end, I told him there could never be anything romantic between us. I also said that if he truly feels heās queer, he should explore that and gain a better understanding of himselfāthat he shouldnāt hold anyone else responsible for his feelings and choices. Itās not fair to the person heās in a relationship with. I also told him to be honest with his family, when heās ready, and on his own terms.
He told me to stop treating him like one of my patients, but I hope he listens. I usually charge an obscene amount of money for that kind of advice, and he got it for free.
I promised to check in with him at least once a month. Thatās shit on my end, but Iām busy, arenāt I? Shifting into a vampire. I didnāt tell him anything about that because we had enough on our plates. I did tell him that Iām moving in and have been sleeping with Junichi. He kept pestering me on that topic, so I finally admitted as much.
He asked me a lot of questions about Junāwhat he does, where he grew up, his family background. Honestly, I was surprised I could answer him. The way I talked, I sounded like a bloke with a proper boyfriend. Someone in a stable relationship. I donāt feel that I am, but the template is there. The only question I couldnāt answer was how old Junichi is.
In an oddly sincere moment, Cy also asked if Jun makes me happy. I wanted to tell him he makes me feel like Iāve sprouted wings so I can fly over the moon for him and bring back the stars. He makes me so happy and comfortable that Iām willing to lap up his fucking blood after he bites himself for me. What kind of psychotic level of affection is that?
I settled with a simple āYes.ā
Iām walking up to Junās house now with my rolling luggage, rucksack and a reusable shopping bag full of groceries. Itās Friday, late afternoonāone full week since Junichi essentially brought me back to life from the near-dead. Heās left a key underneath the front doormat for me. Heās working late in his shop, so he told me to let myself in and make myself comfortable.
I do just that. He said I can take the room down an opposite hallway from hisā¦ Fantastic.
Sarcasm aside, itās a nice room. There are lovely green plants set in glass jars full of clean water hanging from the walls, a slim window with a view to the quiet street, and the mattress is covered in white, fluffy down bedding. This feels quite the step up from my shabby flat. Maybe Iām the poor bloke in the gay romances Cy was going on about, and now comes the part of the story where the rich benefactor has taken me in?
Iām not exactly poor though. Iām not rich, but I do have a little more than a hundred thousand pounds in my investment portfolio and about fifty thou in my savings, plus the paid-for house in Bristol. Not too shabby, but I should probably be much further along in my retirement savings.
After Iāve unpacked my things, I head to the kitchen to unload my shopping bag and start dinner. LulĆŗ is following me, slinking about all the while. I occasionally reach down and pet her, letting her arch her smooth back into my palm as she purrs. Whatās incredible is every time I speak to her, she responds.
āDo you think Jun will be upset if I take over his kitchen for a bit?ā
āMeow.ā
āHe doesnāt seem to use it much, does he?ā
āMeoooow.ā
āI know, right? Bloody shame.ā
His kitchen is lovely. Sleek stainless-steel appliances, porcelain backsplash with a blue-and-white paisley pattern and dark granite countertops. I open the refrigerator, and thereās literally nothing there but two bright green bunches of spring onions, a pack of beer and some bottled water. āWhat the actual fuck?ā I grab a bunch of the onions and stand straight.
āMeooow.ā
Two hours later, itās seven thirty and I can tell Junichi is home because LulĆŗ goes padding down the hardwood hall and toward the front door, meowing excitedly. Sheās kept me company this entire time, jamming out with me as I cook and we listen to an Aventura and Romeo Santos streaming station. Iām just finishing up as Junichi slowly walks around the corner.
I grin in his direction. āHiya.ā
I am not, but heās looking at me like Iām wearing a clown costume and clowns make him very nervous. āWhatāsā¦ going on?ā he asks.
āI made dinner.ā I lift the hot pot from the hob using both handles, gripping them with two dishcloths that I found. I walk over to the kitchen table, where Iāve already set up the other side dishes. I look over my shoulder at him. āHope you donāt mind.ā
āNoā¦ I donāt.ā Heās slowly walking forward, still confused. āYou cook?ā
āI do.ā