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WARNING: The following post contains incest. You’ve been warned.
“I can’t do this anymore, Taj.”
“I’m serious. I’m done. I can’t take this anymore. I’ve waited and waited and waited.”
“Can’t we wait a little longer?”
“Are you kidding me, Taj? I’ve given everything and put everything into us and you do nothing. You don’t even want to meet me half way. This isn’t fair.”
“We’re first cousins, Talon. Cousins as couples aren’t exactly accepted.”
“Then we move and only see them on holidays. No one where we move has to know we’re cousins.”
“I don’t want to hide anything, Talon. Our family accepts we’re gay. They’re not going to accept us dating.”
“Move with me.”
“Where we’ve always wanted to go, Maryland. Move with me, Taj.”
“I’m moving, Taj, with or without you. And… and if it’s without you then we’re through. I can’t keep doing this. My heart can’t take it.”
“…I can’t lose you. I love you, Talon.”
“I love you, too. That’s why I can’t keep doing this. It hurts too much.”
“…When do you move?”
“I’m packing up in three weeks and moving in six. Will you come with me?”
“What if our parents visit and it a new friend or whatever treats us as a couple?”
“Taj, will you move with me?”
“But our parents-”
“Think about it and let me know.”
“What? What else could you want from me? I have nothing else to give you. You have everything.”
“I’ll move with you.”
“… Don’t do this if you have doubts. Please, don’t get my hopes up and crush me.”
“I never want to hurt you. Ever. I love you.”
“I want a life with you, Talon. I’m just scared. Please don’t hold that against me.”
“I’m not. I’m scared too I’m just willing to commit.”
“I’m committing, Talon. I want to move with you. I want everything with you.”
“Okay, babe. Let’s get together for lunch tomorrow and talk more, sound like a plan?”
“At our spot?”
“Yeah, I got to go to bed. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Goodnight.”
Taj’s mother, and Talon’s aunt, Tina, stood outside her son’s bedroom listening to the conversation between her son and nephew. Her and her husband’s apartment was fumigated today and Taj let them stay the night so the apartment could air out.
The conversation Tina heard took her by surprise. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it just sort of happened. Her immediate reaction was disgust but after hearing her son and nephew Tina can’t feel anything but happiness for them.
Their relationship is unconventional, taboo and wrong to some but Tine doesn’t care. If her son is happy and he’s not hurting himself or someone else she doesn’t care. Her husband and sister she’s not so sure about. But from her, her boys will have her full support. Even if she has to go to battle with her husband, sister, and brother in law.
Tina will keep this secret to herself and support them in silence till they’re ready to them or the secret comes out.
I’ve sworn off men. Forever. They’re all assholes and pricks and selfish bastards and bastards and insensitive and assholes and selfish bastards.
Can you tell I’ve been scorned by men? I am a man too but I’ve never purposely went to do something to hurt my boyfriend. I’ve never cheated and sure as hell didn’t steal from them. The only decent boyfriend I’ve ever had was my second in high school but that only went well because we kept our relationship a secret. He was a gay kid trying to masquerade as a straight.
I lost my blow job cherry to him behind the score board and the bastard didn’t even reciprocate. The asshole.
Is it bad that he’s my best boyfriend I’ve ever had?
I know. It is.
Others have cheated on me (that’s the popular thing), stolen from me (my small savings I had for a new car: gone), destroyed my stuff (bye bye grandma’s good china), lied about their job (he told me he was a legal aid but come to find out he was a pizza delivery guy — found that out when he delivered a pizza to my sister’s), and the kicker (the topper of all things ever done) physically assaulted by a shit head.
Aren’t my boyfriend choices awesome? The ones above are just a few of my rockin’ choices in life.
Now to the heart of this here thing. I met someone. His name is Sawyer and he’s impressed me. Why? Because he didn’t try to grab my dick the first time I met him, he game his business card, I saw him walk into a law firm (searched the firm then called to make sure he is who he says he is), and he took me to dinner at the most expensive restaurant I’ve ever been to in my whole life.
We’ve gone on five dates and each one was either just as good as the first or better. The one thing that’s sold me/surprised me is he hasn’t tried to sleep with me. We’ve kissed but that’s it.
Tonight he’s making me dinner at his place but I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop. There has to be something wrong with him, right?
So far, I can’t imagine or find what that something is but I will figure it out.
I’m sure my therapist will enjoy my reservations about Sawyer. She says I have trust issues and a shit load of other stuff but I’m working through it. She also makes me write in this damn journal every day but it’s helping. I love my damn journal and take it with me almost everywhere.
What? I can’t leave it or someone could read it or something then I’d be horrified and die.
I’ve got to go get ready for my date.
Write you later,
I wonder how fresh this is? River thinks to himself as he picks up two fresh cucumbers. The water drips away causing a mini rain shower to fall over the left behind produce. Placing the cucumbers in his hand basket along with the carrots, spinach, basil, mint, dandelion greens, and celery, River heads off for the fruits. Picking Robby’s favorites, bananas, apples, mangos, and star fruits, River mentally checks off his shopping list.
He supposes he has everything for his beloved bunny. Now to shop for himself. River makes a sour face as he heads further into the store in search of human food.
Some fifteen minutes later River stood at the instant rice, a pack in each hand, trying to decide which flavor to buy. Chicken rice or chicken and garlic rice? If he buys the chicken then he could add garlic powder if he wanted. That might be best. Leaving his options open was always one of River’s strength and ironically his greatest weakness.
His tendency to leave things open landed him his dream job as a fashion consultant. His dream is to consult for Emotio like Luxe does but that’s a few years off. He met Luxe back in college when Luxe was a guest lecturer. It was eye opening and Luxe’s passion for the arts helped fuel River’s decision.
Although, River’s open option policy hasn’t exactly panned out in the love department. All the men he meets want a monogamous relationship and that’s not his thing. He isn’t ready for that, not by any means.
Dropping the chicken instant rice into his hand basket, River moves on. A quick check of his phone sends River into a panic. It’s half past two and the maintenance man is due at his loft in fifteen minutes.
River rushed to the front and the self checkout. It’s faster this way since he knows all the vin numbers for the produce by heart. Some of the check out scanner people have to look it up and he doesn’t have time for that right now.
After bagging his groceries River pays and heads out. He exits the market and turns left to walk the six blocks to his loft. He hopes he makes it. His damn sink started leaking two weeks ago and it’s only gotten worse. He called the maintenance people that day but something about the old one quitting and needing to hire a new one, blah, blah, blah. All River heard heard was “you’re not getting your sink fixed.”
His building looms head and he hurries onward trying to make his appointment. If he misses this he’s going to be so pissed off.
The stairs seem never ending as he heads for his second level loft. The elevator would take longer because the thing is so damn slow. He bought this place because he’s always wanted a home where an elevator brings you directly into the living room with the separating doors that open into the ceiling and the floor. The bonus back way staircase was a plus.
River stops dead in his tracks as he nears the top. “Robby? Robby!” He almost drops his bags as he rushes forward and picks up his beloved bunny. His door stood wide open just down the hall. A loud curse and shout from within startles River.
“Bunny! Bunny!” A man hurries into the hall looking frantic till his eyes land on River with his bunny. “Oh, thank god.”
River stands and gawks at the stranger. The very handsome stranger with dirty blonde hair and even dirtier blue shirt and blue jeans. “Who the fuck are you?” Robby nuzzles River’s bags, particularly the one with all of her goodies. Yes, Robby is a girl. Her full name is Roberta Henrietta Isabella Reynolds and River adores her. People used to make fun of him when he lived at home about babying his bunny.
The stranger smiles making him even more handsome. “Reese, the new maintenance man. I got here and you weren’t in.”
“So you just let yourself in?”
“Yep. Almost have you sink fixed. I saw the bunny and thought I closed the door but I guess I didn’t shut it all the way.”
“You realize if you lost my bunny the police would arrest for assault or second degree murder.”
Reese shrugs and hooks his thumbs in his pockets. “I’d have to press charges for assault.”
River purses his lips and smiles. “Are you gay?”
The other quirks a brow. “Bisexual leaning more towards men. I’m also polyamorous.”
“That’s multiple relationships, right?”
Reese nods and his smile turns playful. “I live with my two boyfriends and have another who lives in the building across the street.”
River lights up. Not only is the man handsome but he’s open to seeing other people. “Do you need to check in about going on a lunch date with me?”
“I do but I’d love to.”
River smiles and snuggles Robby. Maybe this maintenance man is exactly what River has been looking for.