He didn’t know back then, but he would fall in love with him (yes, gay dudes, ta-dah!) Our leading man would fall like a mad person. That’s why sometimes we caught him calling his lover’s name.
It’s been a long time since they met and honestly there are some episodes in their relationship that our guy can’t recall because of him being the biggest jerk of them all: he spent a lot of time convincing himself that he wasn’t that into the big boy and that the big boy wasn’t that into him. Our not that big man was a cheater, and the big boy was a player. Not the best possible scenario, right?
Fast forward to the last time they saw each other: it wasn’t a Friday night, so I will let you guess the day our story took place, but I can assure you it was unconventional. After all the waiting and dating and non-being-in-a-relationship-as-it-is, they agreed their new non-dates would be kiss-free so they could have a great time being just friends (but of course they were more than friends) most of all because the big boy was now in a serious relationship. BAM! First shot to the head to our leading man. And you should know that hurt, really hurt. But he loved the big boy, and love can be a very powerful force when you’re in need of strength.
Now we’re gonna blame the alcohol cause, why not? A couple of drinks could do wonders for a shy guy, or a confession waiting to happen. Drink. Drank. Drunk. BAM! Second shot to the head to our guy, and wasn’t precisely a bullet but a collisions of the lips that made him thought of a new bunch of possibilities if only… well, if only. For a moment it seemed like a big mistake from the big boy that the not that old man enjoyed quite much, cause of course he have waited for that little slip, a slip that snowballed pretty fast and ended with our two favorite displays of affection: kicking and screaming. Like hell! Only joking, we’re talking about hugging and kissing in the loveliest way possible.