Disclaimer - The following story contains (or not) sex between two adult males. If that offends you or you're under the age of consent to view such story then please close the window and go fool around on myspace or something. This is the first story I've ever really written and released to the world. Some of it is based in fact and some in fantasy. Since it is just the written word...condoms don't exist here, but please understand / learn the consequences of your actions in the real world. Always up to answering questions and listening to CONSTRUCTIVE criticisms. Hope you enjoy! BJX
I Understand: Part 2 By BJX
Chapter 2
"My boys!!! Why don't you grab your booth and I'll be right over."
"Thanks Sandy."
We headed towards the rear of the diner away from everyone else. It was our monthly ritual. I would help Jonas clean up and stock his bar at the club and then we'd grab something to eat after the club closed and go to the flea market. The diner was an hour outside of the city and one more hour past that was the Sunday flea market. You could find almost everything and anything there. I wasn't exactly into the Pottery Barn School of decorating, so I was slowing piecing together my loft from various finds. At the diner we didn't even bother with the menu. We always ordered the same thing every time.
"So fess up now...Who's the mystery man?" "Why do you think there's a mystery man?"
Before Jonas could speak, Sandy dropped off our coffee and creamer.
"The usual?" "Of course. How are things with you?" "I'm fine doll. My little grandbaby is learnin' to walk now. Next thing you know she'll be runnin' all over the place." "That won't be a problem though. She'll probably come running straight to you every time."
I flashed her a smile. I was doing more of that those days. He was rubbing off on me.
"Awww...you're such the nicest boy. Let me put your order in."
She pinched my cheeks and off she went. I poured my coffee and stared into the cup watching the coffee lighten with each creamer.
"Why are you always the NICE one?" "It's the universe's way of balancing your evil."
I winked.
"Whore."
He said it with a non-malicious tone, like it was some boring quiz show fact.
"Whores get paid. I give it away for free along with a rubdown."
I gave Jonas my best used car salesman smile, thumbs up, and a wink again.
"I'll be sure to tell the hustlers at the bar to come to you for a lesson in quality assurance. So who is he? I know you and I know your damn records. You've been playing nothing but rainbows and bunny farts for the past six weeks and you haven't had your 'James Dean Rebel Without A Cause' sulk face on. So give it up!"
It was true. Jonas and I had been friends for about eight years now. He was the first bartender I gave my audition tape to. Everyone that worked there loathed him for his pain in the neck ways but the owner Stavros treasured Jonas because he always knew where Jonas stood when it came to the club and protecting it. I liked him cause everyone else hated him. He was like that to me when we first met, but I won him over. It's part of the curse. I'm always courteous even to a fault. It was the way I was raised. Jonas kept the bar drama away from me...asshole by association. I'm not caustic like he is but I try to keep to myself when dealing with everyone there. My silence and low-key demeanor keep me mostly out of trouble.
"Joshua. His name is Joshua." "And where did we meet Mr. Joshua...never mind I already know...online." "Of course."
I took a sip from my coffee but it was still too bitter, so I reached for more sugar.
"So how long has this affair been going on behind my back?" "Four months and 6 days." "Shit Miss Agnes this must be true love. Your boys never make it this far, except for the one that shall not be named." "I don't know why you call him that. Ale..." "Etttttt!!!"
He acted like he was the one that dated him.
"The one that shall not be named and I were drifting apart anyway and the BOYS before him were all crazy." "Yeah but the one thing they all have in common, Mr. Ockham, is you." "Thanks Mom...anything else?" "So what does Josh do?" "JOSHUA is the vice-president of a global market research company." "Oh...so he has money. Where does he live?" "Out by my parents." "SO HE REALLY HAS MONEY!"
I shot Jonas the look. He knows the look. He knows not to bring that up. I dropped my eyes into my coffee cup again and took another sip. When I looked up I could see that Sandy was bringing our food to the table.
"Here you go boys. Jonas...french toast and ham...and for you Max...egg whites, rye toast, and hash browns. Enjoy fellows." "We always do."
I reached for the salt and pepper for my hash browns and eggs all the while taking a bite out of my toast.
"Do you ever put butter on your toast?" "Never." "So when's the next time you two are hanging out?" "Tomorrow." "So have you two...you know...talked about it?" "Talked about what?" "Well you guys have been together for a while now...or are you still throwing up walls." "OH NO...even if I do and I'm not saying I do...I'm happy with the way things are...comfortable, down-to-earth, and uncomplicated." "You are so lying to yourself. You haven't played a single 'screaming black girl my man done did me wrong' record in weeks." "Nice that you still pay attention to my sets and when did you start using sentence phrases as adjectives. You've done it twice now and three times in the car ride here." "About a month ago. I don't have use words that the drunk lazy cro-mag co- workers at the bar won't get and happy customers mean bigger tips, so of course I pay attention to your sets. You ARE in lo..." "Don't say it cause I'm not." "You are tooooo." "Am not." "Are toooooo." "How old are you?" "Fine. I'll drop it and him. So what are you looking for on this trip out?" "I'm thinking something industrial for the kitchen table but I don't really know." "Has he been to the loft yet?" "I thought we were dropping this and no he hasn't. I go to his place." "So what DO you two talk about when you're not under the sheets then?" "The universe and all its infinite possibilities."
I shot him the look again.
"Okay, I get it. I understand. You don't want to talk about it...but you soooo are. You know how I know? You don't even have a cigarette anymore when you have your Jack and you, Mr. Daniels, and the Marlboro Man have been having a 3-way fuck buddies love affair for a very long time before Joshua came around. You quit smoking for him."
Jonas was right. I was. I just didn't know how much.