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Authors: Taylor V. Donovan
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do, or would like to do with somebody else.
ALWAYS REMEMBER I AM NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND
If all of the above is mutually agreeable, we can discuss
when and where.
Sam
P.S. That Travis dude was a jerk off and you’re better off
without him.
P.P.S. Next time you try to push me into doing something
I WILL hit you.
Mac finished reading the email, put the laptop on his bed,
and grabbed the remote control to do some channel surfing.
His “winding down after a long day routine” was the same
every morning: get home around three, change into something
comfortable, drown some fruity cereal in a gallon of milk, head
to his room to check his email, surf the net a bit, and watch one
of the shows he recorded every week. An hour or so later he’d
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be relaxed enough to go to sleep, right after he took care of his
business, of course.
But this morning he didn’t seem able to do things in order.
He’d checked his email upon arrival and done a happy dance
when he saw Sam’s name in his inbox. Then he got to thinking
about their phone conversation two days ago and how his gamble
had paid off. He was going to get to be with the sexy guy again.
He was going to get to feel Sam’s mouth around his cock and
his long fat prick up his ass, and he just had to take care of his
business right that minute, because thinking of Sam never failed
to make him painfully hard.
Eventually he’d gotten around to putting some sweats on and
made his way to the kitchen for his daily sugar fix, reading the
email two more times while he ate. And now he was carefully
considering his reply while he watched some TV, because he
wasn’t starting—or continuing—anything with the guy under
false pretenses.
He had to be straight up and not try to manipulate, or better
yet, challenge Sam into doing things he most likely didn’t care
to do. Mac would have liked going out a few times with the guy
and see where it went, but for numerous reasons that was not an
option. Still, he had to say exactly what he needed and hope it
wasn’t too much for the guy to take on.
§ § § §
July 1, 2009
New York City
From: [email protected]
Date: June 30, 2009
Subject: Addendum to F.W.B. Rules
The moment you suggested we work something out I
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knew there would be rules, and I gotta say I more than
welcome them, as it will keep things from getting messy.
You’ll be happy to hear, or perhaps I should say relieved,
that it’d be highly impossible for me to get attached to
you. I’d need way more than what you’re offering in
order for that to happen and I honestly don’t think you
have any of it. Not to mention it wouldn’t be fair to start
anything serious with a guy unless I could make him my
first priority, and that won’t be an option for a few more
months. Sex is what I want from you, darlin’, and yes,
I’m sure I can handle it. Isn’t it a definite advantage that
we seem to be on the same page?
I agree to all your conditions but one, and have some of
my own to add.
The no pillow talk rule has got to go. I’m a talker and
refuse to remain quiet while in your company. I agree
to spare you the details of my family and everyday life,
but whether it’s in bed, the bathroom, or the damn roof
of the hotel, I’ll talk if I feel like it. Up to you if you want
to answer or not.
I won’t have you freaking out on me every time we have
to eat, sleep, or get in a car or elevator together.
I insist we speak on the phone regularly. I’m ready for
casual, no strings attached, but I draw the line at being
treated like a cheap piece of ass. I need to know you a
little.
Speaking on the phone doesn’t mean dialing my number
and listening to me. I don’t care what about, but you’ll do
some talking.
I don’t think I have to tell you how very much I’ve enjoyed
bottoming for you, but at this point in my life I’m all about
trying new things and us having assigned roles would
limit my options. I want to be able to do it all. I need for
you to be versatile. If letting me top you is not an option
you’re even willing to consider, then I can’t do this at all.
Please don’t think I’m trying to manipulate you. I’m just
doing as you requested by telling you something of a
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sexual nature I need. You already know how things were
for me before and I’ll never again settle for whatever it is
I’m given without asking for what I really want.
Mac
P.S. You’re right he’s a jerk off, but so was I for not
realizing sooner he was playing me.
P.P.S. Baby, I’d love to see you try ;-)
§ § § §
July 2, 2009
Houston, Texas
From: [email protected]
Date: July 1, 2009
Subject: RE: Addendum to F.W.B. Rules
How many phone calls a week are we talking about?
You can be such a fucking girl sometimes.
P.S. As clichéd as this may sound, there’s a strong
possibility you’re blinded by faith and love. People get
struck stupid when they fall in love, lord help ’em.
P.P.S. I have never bottomed before.
§ § § §
July 3, 2009
New York City
From: [email protected]
Date: July 2, 2009
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Subject: RE: Addendum to F.W.B. Rules
Three phone calls. And I’m not a girl. I just believe in
communication, but I can tell that’s a foreign concept
for you.
P.S. I could make you love it.
§ § § §
July 3, 2009
Houston, Texas
From: [email protected]
Date: July 3, 2009
Subject: RE: Addendum to F.W.B. Rules
Well, I believe in minding my own damn business.
Two phone calls per week and one Skype session,
during which you’ll jerk yourself off for my pleasure
and entertainment. And you did say I could talk about
whatever I want, so you don’t get to complain when I
read you the obituaries.
P.S. How would you make me love it?
§ § § §
July 3, 2009
New York City
From: [email protected]
Date: July 3, 2009
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Subject: RE: Addendum to F.W.B. Rules
You’re just too much of a self-centered ass to be
bothered with certain things, I think. LOL
I’ll consider Skype if I get to see you too.
Mac
P.S. By doing to you the same things you do to me.
§ § § §
July 4, 2009
Houston, Texas
From: [email protected]
Date: July 4, 2009
Subject: RE: Addendum to F.W.B. Rules
You got yourself a deal.
July 4, 2009
Liberty Heights, Texas
“Cher, I think it may be hotter than a Bourbon Street hooker
during Mardi Gras out here today. My freakin’ sweat is sweatin’,
I tell ya… and it seems we might be a bit underdressed. No,
wait…” Mac placed the small box with the birthday present for
his father next to several others on the table someone had set up
for it and glanced at his best friend. In turn Remy was looking
down at his navy cargo shorts, red tank top, and leather flip
flops with a frown. “We are a bit underdressed!” Remy checked
the people around them, looked down at his feet again, and re-
adjusted the Saints hat he was wearing. “Remind me to slug you
later for not telling me this shindig was formal.” Then his head
popped back up and he grinned from ear to ear. “But hey, at least
we’re wearing the right colors and look patriotic.”
“I didn’t know, man.” Mac was thrilled to hear the joke after
months of Remy’s somber attitude, and although he tried to
laugh and share the Cajun’s humor, the most he could muster
was a lopsided smile.
Three hours ago he’d been looking forward to this. He’d
been ready to have it out with his family if it came down to that
and come out to his best friend at some point during their time
in New Orleans, but now he was feeling so apprehensive all he
wanted was to go back home and hide forever.
What if Remy hated him for lying? What if he lost his best
friend? He knew him better than that, but after years of being
somewhat rejected by his own family for his sexuality, Mac wasn’t
banking on anything anymore.
He quickly perused his own attire of cargo shorts and light
blue v-neck T-shirt and decided they both looked appropriate
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for a backyard barbecue, but as Remy had pointed out, the
other partygoers were dressed to the nines. Leave it to his
mother to turn a Fourth of July-slash-birthday celebration into
an extravagant soiree by only inviting the uppity-ups from his
hometown whether she liked them or not.
“Any chance this champagne and caviar hoop-de-doo has a
frosty cold one hidden in a Styrofoam cooler somewhere?” Remy
drawled while the two of them took in the fancy decorations, the
live band, and the gigantic red, white, and blue tent set up in his
parents’ backyard. “Because if not, we’re gonna have to smuggle
some. Maybe from the servants’ quarters?”
A snort escaped Mac. “Two reasons why we could definitely
do that: my mother actually keeps servants quarters in this joint,
and the servants are nicer than the owners.” He shook his head
and took a deep breath. “This shit is so over the top…”
“Like they say, cher, if you got it, flaunt it.”
And damn if the O’Bannons from Liberty Heights, Texas
didn’t take that to heart, which was yet another reason why Mac
had moved to Houston as soon as he was able. He hated to show
off.
“You should see this place Christmas time.” Mac turned to
look at his friend. “It’s a Hallmark card from Hell.”
“And totally far from your usual laidback style.” Remy’s
chuckle warmed his heart, and the strong hand on his shoulder
in a silent gesture of support made Mac think he might just make
it through the next few hours after all. “I’m beginnin’ to see why
you hate comin’ here.”
“This is definitely one of the reasons.”
“Wanna talk about the others?” Remy’s eyes were piercing. “I
can tell something’s up. You’ve been tense from the moment we
left Houston and gettin’ worse by the minute. You can talk to me
about whatever it is, cher.” Mac was very tempted to let it all out
right then and there, but he managed to remain quiet for the time
being. “Look, I know I’ve been a tight-lipped bastard for months.
I know you’ve been worried and still I didn’t tell you about this
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thing that’s been driving me up the fuckin’ walls, but it isn’t ’cause
I don’t trust you. I do. I trust you with my life. But I needed time
to try and figure something out on my own.”
“And did you figure it out?” Mac rushed to ask.
“Somewhat, but this isn’t the time to talk about it.”
“Likewise… But we will talk later, right?”
“Yeah… It is time.” He readjusted his hat again. “I just wanna
make sure you know I’m here for ya. That you’re still my best
friend and I’m yours.”
“Thanks, Rem. Your offer to come along on this visit means
a lot to me.” Mac hated that his eyes got misty and his lower
lip trembled a little. Damn it! It was going to kill him if Remy
changed his mind later on. “Thank you.”
“Don’t even mention it.” They smiled at each other. “Shall
we go greet the Queen and King of Liberty Heights so that we
can get this visit over with, then? N’awlins and le bon temps are
waitin’ for us, cher!”
Mac took a deep breath, nodded, and chuckled when Remy
clasped his hands together as if he were about to say a prayer
when they started walking towards the party.
“And can we please snag a beer from somewhere? Please? I’m
spitting more cotton than those fields we passed on the way here,
and I’m not above beggin’ you.”
“No need to embarrass yourself. I’m pretty sure we can
find—”
“Well, there you are, sugah!” Mac and Remy stopped dead
in their tracks when Amy’s voice reached them, and they both
slowly turned around to find her almost running towards them.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“And why’s that?”
“Mother and Father are in a snit, wondering if you would
actually show up.” The expression on her face went from a frown
of concern to a scowl within a heartbeat. “Seriously Mac, how
much longer do you think you can keep doing this to them?”
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