The BL Nook

I got to Josh’s place Sunday afternoon. It was raining, so he picked me up. The forecast said it’d rain all week. Lucky for me, my commute to work would now be about ten steps.

“Did you pack everything you need?”
“Yeah, got it all.”
“Good, I might not let you leave after the week is over”
“I seriously can’t tell when you’re joking or not”

Once we got to his place, I started unpacking, mostly clothes and toiletries. Packing felt like I was going on vacation or something.

“Shit.”
“What?”
“I forgot my toothbrush.”
“Well, that’s okay becau-”
“No. Don’t say I can use yours.”
“I’ll have you know my mouth is very clean. Chicks love making out with me. My dentist even said he could eat off my molars if he wanted to.”
“He did not.”
“I swear!”
“Well, he sounds like a perv.”
“Not as big as you.”

After that nonsense, we had dinner, Josh cooked. I lounged on the $7,000 couch watching a movie while he sat next to me, organizing his work schedule for the week. It felt… domestic. Like we were an old couple. He wore these blue-light glasses, typing away on a fancy portable table. He looked so serious. Those glasses look good on him, I thought, but I didn’t want to interrupt. We went to sleep after the movie. Nothing exciting. I liked that. I could get used to this.

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It’s Monday morning and I’m feeling pretty good. Josh woke up before me.His commute’s longer than mine. I vaguely heard the blender in the kitchen, then felt a kiss on my cheek before the door closed behind him. God, the nerve on this guy. It’s like we’re playing house.

I got up and hit the shower. I felt weird even thinking about jerking off in there. Like… I know Josh has probably done it in here, that’s turning me on a little. But still, nope. Not gonna. I got ready quick and stopped in the kitchen. Josh had made me a breakfast smoothie. I grabbed it and headed to work.

I clocked out, it feels great to leave that early. Josh wouldn’t be home until later, so I had some time to kill. I decided to hit the grocery store and make us dinner.

Somehow I blacked out and came back to consciousness holding ingredients for Tater Tot Hotdish. It’s a Minnesota staple. I grew up on this stuff. Some of my best childhood memories are of my mom making it for me and Tyler.

But… would Josh like this? He has a refined palate. Is this too cheesy-Midwest for him? Well, too late. I was already back in the apartment.

The dish was nearly done when I heard the door open. Josh walked in, looking excited.

“Mmm… smells good.”
“Yeah, I made dinner. But don’t get too excited, it’s nothing fancy.”
“I’m excited because you cooked. I could get used to coming home to this.”

He crouched to look into the oven. “What is it?”
“Tater Tot Hotdish. Minnesota classic. You might not like it.”
“What are you talking about? I’ve never had it, but I’m sure it’s good since you made it.”
“Haha it’s almost done. Get comfy.”

He went to change. I set the table and plated our food. When he came back, he walked straight to his wine fridge.

“What kind of wine pairs with this?”
“Beer,” I laughed.
“I don’t have beer.”
“I bought some, your favorite.”

I grabbed two bottles from the fridge and handed him one.

“Damn, I’m really enjoying this. I might not let you go back home,” he said, sipping.
“You keep saying that. If that’s the case you might have to tie me to the bed.”
“Trust me, I’ve thought about that already.”
“Okay, psycho. Come eat.”

Josh took his first bite.

“Mmm… this is good! Creamy.”
“Yeah? I’m glad. My mom used to make it for me and the goblin.”
“Pff… Did she?”
“Yeah. Well… until she passed.”
“Right. Tyler told me. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it’s been years. So, he’s talked about our family?”
“Little things. You know how he is. Not big on sharing.”
“Still surprising he mentioned me. We’re not that close.”
“Well, I’ve known him for six years. Bound to learn a few things. We’ve always kept in touch after all these years. He means a lot to me”

That line hit me weird. I stayed quiet. Suddenly, the food tasted bland.

“…You guys talk often?”
“Every couple of days, usually.”

Why the hell would they need to talk every two days? Was I dumb for thinking I was the only one he talked to like that? Who else is he chatting with? Random girls from the bar?

Josh raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“No reason. Just… what do you two even talk about?”
“Random stuff. Sometimes he checks on my day. Sometimes work. Occasionally we talk about you.”
“Did you tell him I’m staying here this week?”
“Nope.”
“Good. He’d get weird.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”
“If he knew how much time we spend together, he’d call us fags or something.”
“He did call us names. That’s why I said we only go to the gym and meet chicks.”

I burst out laughing.

“What? Why are you laughing?”
“It’s just… when’s the last time we went out to meet girls? All we do now is hang out together.”

It’s true, it’s been weeks since we’ve gone out. Suddenly I was curious.

“You don’t want to get laid?”
“Hmm… desperately. But I’m being patient.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“…I want something real now. I want to be head over heels in love with someone who needs me as much as I need them. Then, and only then, I’ll fuck them senseless. Thrust my big, fat cock into them repeatedly until their eyes roll back and their toes curl up… I read somewhere that sex when you’re in love is mind-blowing.”

Gulp “I-Isss that right?”
“I guess so… I can’t wait to find out.”

He stood, feeling dizzy from what I just heard. I collected our plates, and walked them to the kitchen. My palms were sweaty, my brain short-circuited. I took a second to recover, then cleared the rest of the table.

The rest of the night, we didn’t talk much. We curled up on the $7,000 couch (yeah, still ridiculously expensive) and watched a random show. I sat with my back on the armrest, legs stretched out, hugging a pillow while scrolling my phone. Josh laid his head on my lap, eyes glued to the screen.

We stayed like that until we both got tired and went to bed.