Friday November 14th 2008 Who: James and Fisher When: Afternoon into Evening Where: Orange County Rehab Center then Hollywood Boulevard What: An Impromptu Cross-Country Trek Rated: NSFW
James had tried to call Fisher a few more times just to see if perhaps he had changed his mind and his name had been added back to the call list, but when Thursday night came around that hadn't changed, he made a pretty drastic decision. Devon had been wanting to spend some time with his grandparents, so James called them and arranged for that to happen at long last. They were more than happy to take him for the weekend, so he dropped him off at their house in Boston early on Friday morning, before dawn, and headed to Logan International Airport where he took a non-stop flight to Los Angeles.
The time zone difference between Boston and LA worked in his favor as it was still early when he arrived, though by the time he had managed to get his car from the rental company and drive to the rehab facility, it was right around lunch time. James was hoping that Fisher had not already been released, that it hadn't taken place early that moring and instead he had one last full day at the place before he left. Otherwise, he was sitting in the car across the street from the place for no fucking reason.
As he sat there, in the back of his mind, he knew he was behaving like a crazy person, but he just couldn't help it. There was nothing in him that could talk him out of being here right now to confront Fisher about why exactly he had taken him off of his call list and tried to cut him out of his life. ~~~ It sucked a little that discharge was in the middle of the afternoon, and that Lyle couldn't come pick Fisher up. But it was fine. Truth be told, he didn't want some cheesy reunion like everyone else was having, with hugs and tears and balloons and shit. Getting yourself clean from something you'd done to yourself to begin with hardly seemed a reason to celebrate. So Fisher had gotten to leave quietly with his lame ass diploma, and he was out on the front steps enjoying his freedom for a few moments before he decided to call a cab. After this moment, he'd go to Elle's house, settle himself into his room, take a day to spend time with his brother and then tomorrow he'd start looking for a job. Lyle said he didn't have to work, but he wanted to.
And today he felt good. He had accomplished something, had done something to better himself. It was a weird feeling. Sitting down on the curb near the front door of the building, he pulled out his brand new cellphone (an awesome gift from Lyle) and started surfing its internet capabilities for local cab services. ~~~ When James saw Fisher come outside, he almost lost his nerve. He sat there and watched him for a moment. He looked.. good, better than he ever had, truth be told. He had put on a little weight, which looked good on him, and even from here, James could see that his eyes were clearer. He looked... kind of happy, and here he was set to ruin all of that.
He had decided that he was going to just drive off and go, but there was that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that said that if he did that, all of this was pointless and he'd always look back on this moment and wonder "what if". So he got out of the car, hands smoothing down over his designer jeans and adjusting the hem of his shirt, and started across the road. "No one picking you up?" He asked as soon as he was near enough for the other man to hear him. He suddenly wasn't as angry anymore but... still hurt. ~~~ Nothing, not Iraqi bombers, could have shocked Fisher more than seeing James McCafferty standing in front of him, hearing his voice. He was so shocked that he actually dropped his phone, the device clattering to the pavement and landing near James' feet. James was here. In California, hell and gone from Boston. "Wh... what... what..." He tried to say something, ask the question, but it wouldn't come out. It didn't make sense. He had wondered if James would try and contact him when he got out, email him, call Lyle, something. But not this. ~~~ The shock was written clearly on the other man's face and James just sort of smiled at it. "Don't worry, I'm not here to like.. assault you or anything." With that, he leaned down to pick up the phone, his thoughts going back to the past for a moment when he had always been programmed in as "the boy". He doubted he was in here now. "You dropped this," he said, and held it out for him to take, the smile having faded into a soft frown. ~~~ He couldn't take the phone, instead he was frozen on the spot. Why was James here? Where was Rocky, and Devon? Where was Will? This couldn't be what he thought it was. There had to be some kind of explanation.
"James, what are you doing here?" he managed to finally spit out, rising to his feet. ~~~ Since he didn't take the phone from him, James just held it there, eventually letting his hand come to rest at his side. He could get it from him later, after he got over the.. shock of seeing him here, evidently.
"I came to see you," James answered simply, then gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "I couldn't call you so... I figured I could use a weekend away so why not have it here?" ~~~ Just like that, he was just here to see him. Like it was so simple. Did Lyle know James was here? What if this was a surprise, something Lyle had set up thinking that Fisher wanted it? God, this was... well it wasn't horrible, but it wasn't really good, either. Maybe. Probably not. He wouldn't let him think of the good possibilities yet.
"You came all the way out here... just to see me?" His voice was tentative, hesitating. It couldn't mean what he really wanted it to mean. ~~~ "Yes." That was a simple enough answer. And perhaps it was the only answer that he could give him right now. "I... I was pissed off. I called and they said that... I wasn't on the list anymore and then your brother said that you did it and..." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "Came here for answers." He smiled a little as he added, "But then you looked so happy I decided not to yell at you." He exhaled a soft laugh. ~~~ "Well... th-thanks. For not yelling." He gave a small, halfhearted laugh, a hand lifting to rub the back of his neck nervously. He did feel bad, and James had come all the way out here, and seeing that made him feel even more guilty. "I, um... I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to... I was just..." He sighed, looking down at the ground. "I think I might be... kind of... I like you. And I know that it's... that you're married and it's stupid and pointless but then you said that you... what you said... and I didn't want to get in the way of your marriage. And I should've told you but I just thought that maybe if I wasn't there anymore then you'd just go back to Will and work on things and not think about me anymore, but now you're here, and... I don't know what to think about that." ~~~ James couldn't help but smile when he rubbed his neck. That was.. such a Fisher thing to do. As he started to speak, James gave a soft shake of his head. "You don't have to explain. I know you were just.. doing the right thing, the one thing I couldn't do, and..." God, he was ridiculous. Why was he even here right now? He had overreatced completely and he knew it. "I have no right to be angry." As to what he should think about him being here, however... "I left." James exhaled a breath as he added, "I didn't even tell anyone where I was going." ~~~ Fisher felt that James did have a right to be angry. Because Fisher had done the cowardly thing, he had simply refused to talk to him in the most chicken shit way possible instead of being honest with James. James had been nice to him, and he deserved better than not even knowing why Fisher was suddenly disappearing. Maybe it was obvious, but even so... it wasn't a very mature thing to do. It was stupid and childish.
Though, perhaps, not as stupid and childish as what James had done. "What do you mean you left?" Fisher asked quickly, all in one breath. "You left, like... left left? You didn't leave him forever, right?" ~~~ That was a question that James wasn't sure he could answer just yet, so he shrugged and said, "I don't really know." He had no idea what was going to happen with Will, his marriage, what he even wanted to happen with it. He only knew that he was here, that he had left home and he had come here and now that he was here, he had no idea what to do with himself. "I mean obviously I'm going back. My son's.. staying with his grandparents for the weekend but... Will and I..." He exhaled a breath as he shook his head softly. "It's a mess." ~~~ There was no need to feel either dread or excitement. After all, a man's marriage was falling apart, and while Fisher knew that he hadn't caused it, he knew all the logic saying that he couldn't get involved in something unless it wasn't working to begin with... it was hard not to feel completely guilty. And it was hard not to feel excited, knowing that James was struggling in his marriage and he felt lost and miserable and he had come here. The thought of Fisher not talking to him had made him come all the way across the country.
Tentatively, Fisher stepped closer, reaching out to gently rub James' arm. "Want to take me home?" he offered. "We can just... hang out, and you don't have to think about it for awhile." ~~~ Yes, the thought of losing Fisher had brought him all the way across the country. The thought of losing Fisher had quite possibly destroyed his marriage. Or maybe it had always been destined to self-destruct. Either way, it didn't matter now. He had left that on the other side of the country for now and he intended to keep it that way for a few days at least.
When Fisher stepped toward him and placed that hand on his arm, James turned those blue eyes upon him and said in a soft voice, "There's nothing I want more than to take you home." God, what was he doing here? He kept asking himself that question, but he knew exactly why he was here. For this, for him. ~~~ That statement was so loaded, and they both knew it. In fact Fisher shuddered a little, taking his hand from James' arm just so maybe the other man might not notice. He didn't pull away, though. Instead, his hand moved to lace with James' own, the fit of it feeling totally natural. It was strange being around James, like it had been being around Rez. He knew things about James, knew how he would act, what he meant when he spoke, but he didn't know how he knew.
"We could eat first." Fisher wanted to linger with James awhile, before he had to see Lyle, before he had to face up to being the wedge between husbands, a homewrecker. "If you want." ~~~ Yes, it was loaded, and James had intended for it to be that way. That little shudder made this entire trip worth it. James had expected him to pull away, however, so when the hand laced fingers with his own, he smiled, giving Fisher's hand a light squeeze.
"Are you hungry?" James hadn't even thought about food. He'd had a muffin at breakfast time but it was already dinner time in Boston and he'd had nothing since then. "I could eat," now that he had mentioned it. "Where do you want to go?" He didn't know his way around, but he was sure they could simply hop in the car and find something. "You know, as much traveling as I've done, this is my first time in California." ~~~ Fisher started moving, nudging James along until he could follow him to the car. "That surprises me. Actually... no, it doesn't. You're too New York for this place. I mean it's warm, but..." He glanced sideways at James, smirking. "The people here are idiots. I mean really. The stereotypes you see on tv are totally true. They're all... wimpy and sun baked and empty headed and.... blonde. Bleach blonde and dippy and ridiculous. And halloween lasts all month, it's really queer." ~~~ James moved when Fisher nudged him, listening to him speaking and just.. enjoying the moment. "Are they as queer as you?" He asked with a smirk and then prepared for the backlash that would come from it. "Surprised you haven't succumbed to the blond yet, gone and got all dark-skinned and wrinkled like a California raisin." He walked him around to open his door for him, remiss to let go of his hand so that he could climb in even though he had to. Then he went around and climbed in the driver's seat as he asked, "Have you seen much of the place yet or did you just go straight into rehab?" ~~~ Fisher shot James a frown, nudging him hard with his shoulder, though it was barely in anger. Mostly it was just to touch him more, to feel their bodies together. "I'm not the kind of person who does 'sunshine'," he said dryly, climbing into the car. He let himself grin a little as James came around to the driver's side, but forced himself to lose it by the time the other man got into his seat. "Well... I came from the airport and fell asleep in the car ride to the house. I slept pretty much all day the next day, and then Lyle brought me to the rehab center the next night, and I was just kind of spaced out. I didn't really..." Chewing the inside of his lip, he sighed a little. "I don't really know the area." ~~~ If Fisher wanted to feel more of him, all he had to do was ask. James would gladly let him touch whatever he would like. "I know," he replied with a grin. James started up the ignition and watched the traffic for a moment before pulling onto the street. He had GPS in the rental which was good. He would probably need it again. "Good," he replied, though he doubted that was the response that Fisher was expecting. "That means we can experience Hollywood Boulevard for the first time together." He glanced over at him with his signature smirk. "How's that sound? We can grab a bite at a restaurant there or one of the street vendors or something, check out the walk of fame and.. the Grauman's Chinese Theater. Make an afternoon of it." ~~~ Everything James said sounded perfect. Fisher wasn't really a 'public' kind of guy, but spending time with James, being with him all afternoon... it was the best celebration for getting out of rehab he could have asked for. "Okay," he said softly, smiling. "That'd be okay. I mean, good. Pretty good." He felt great, better then he had before, except...
"Oh... shit. I need to... hang out." He reached into his pocket, then paused. "Hey you've got my phone still. I need it. I should tell my brother I'm not dead or on the lam or something." He didn't want to. In fact, he dreaded it. But he needed to. ~~~ "Good, it's settled." James leaned forward to push a few buttons on the GPS. It had one of those "attractions" features that allowed him to track down the theater on Hollywood Boulevard. Once they were there, he was sure they could find a place to park and then just ditch the car and have a walk. The weather was so much nicer here than in Danvers, after all.
"Oh, right." James fished in his pocket for the phone, having stuck it there when Fisher hadn't taken it back before, and then handed it to him. But before he could grab it, he wrapped his fingers around it and pulled it back. "Do you want me to do it?" Granted, it wouldn't go much better coming from him, but he didn't mind taking the brunt of it. In fact, he kind of enjoyed arguing with Lyle. ~~~ "No, no, it's okay. I was just going to text him." He didn't know that Lyle knew about him taking James off the list. Lyle might even be happy that James had come, since before, Fisher had seemed excited about it. Though Lyle wouldn't be too happy, he had never really liked James, and he warned Fisher not to get too close. ~~~ "Okay," James said, and then held his hand open once more, waiting for him to reach for it before he closed his fingers around it again. "I'll let you have this back under one condition." He was trying to pay attention to his driving while teasing the other man and was doing an okay job of it right about now. "Since I'm pretty sure you decided NOT to put my number in this phone, you have to add me back to it. You agree to do that, and I'll let you have it. Otherwise..." He smirked a little as he said, "Well I'll let you have it but I'll brood about it all day long." ~~~ James could tease Fisher all day long, he wouldn't complain. He couldn't. He liked seeing James smile too much, he liked hearing his voice, hear him laughing. It was like music. Still, that didn't mean he was going to make James work for it a little. He tugged at the phone James had gripped in his hand, though he wasn't pulling very hard. "I haven't put any numbers in this phone," he countered, grinning. Both his hands closed around James' fist, pretending he was struggling hard. "Lyle gave it to me last night when he came to visit, and his number and Elle's numbers are the only ones in there. Oh, and Cara's number, she put that in earlier." Biting his bottom lip, he tried prying a few fingers off. "Give it to me! I'll put you in there, I promise!" ~~~ "Mmm, right. None at all, huh? You just named off three... three numbers that you've put it there before mine." James quirked a brow slightly as he said, "You should be ashamed, Fisher. Really." And then he released it with a soft laugh. "Let me know when you're ready for it," he said, putting both hands and his full attention on the wheel now, a glance given at the the GPS to see how much further they were from their destination. It wasn't that far. God, Rocky was going to be pissed if she knew he'd come here without her. Maybe he just wouldn't tell her, or anyone, though that idea probably wouldn't work. Jack would know which meant that Devon would know also and the kid had a bit of a big mouth sometimes. ~~~ "I didn't put them in," Fisher pointed out, "Someone else did." Still, he was still grinning. This was so impossible, like a fantasy. He didn't remember their relationship before, but if it had been anything like this, feeling like this, it was no wonder that he had become so obsessed with James. Taing his phone, he slid it open and began typing, slowly and clumsily. All flair for texting had gone out the window. "I'm not ashamed that you're not my highest priority," he teased. "After all... I'm not yours, either." The tone was light, mirthful, but he was really reminding himself. He couldn't let himself think that this was something that it wasn't. James was only here for ahwile, he would go again soon. And maybe it was okay to appreciate him while he was here, but he couldn't hold onto it.
Shooting out a message to Lyle, trying to seem apologetic but happy, he searched the menus until he found how to add someone. Cara had made it look so easy, her fingers flying on the keys, but he couldn't figure this out worth a damn. "Okay... I think I've got it. Should I put you under James, or Jam Jam?" ~~~ The beginning of their relationship had been.. maybe a lot like this. It had been fun and easy and just.. It all seemed to come so naturally. And James had missed that. He had missed it so fucking much. And it was the fact that it felt that way again that had made all of this so damn enticing, that made being here right now worth.. just about anything. "Oh?" James asked, and then he quirked a brow slightly. "Right... You're right." He sounded a bit.. down for a moment, but then he smiled as he added, "I only flew across the country to be here for you today. That doesn't mean much. No, not at all."
James made a few turns and then they were on Hollywood Boulevard, though not the part that all the tourist traps was on. There were a lot of car dealerships though. He was caught up in the scenary for a moment when Fisher spoke and then he glanced over at him and paused for a moment. "What do you wanna put me in there as?" ~~~ Maybe James had a point. It was really hard not to feel... important. James made him feel important. He felt special. And he liked it. And, really, it scared him. Scared and thrilled him.
With a shrug, Fisher furrowed his brow. Nothing seemed right. Just calling him 'James' was too impersonal. He had already changed Lyle's named to Little Lion, and Cara put herself in as Hot Doc. Everyone who mattered to him wasn't just thought of as some name given to them, it had meaning. James had more meaning than just 'James'. And 'Jam Jam' was too... cutesy. None of it seemed right. "I don't know," he admitted. "I guess just... as James." But he didn't, and it was obvious he didn't. ~~~ "Hmm, well that is my name," James replied, giving him a moment to think about it, to worry over it, before he clued him in. Maybe that was mean but.. James had never claimed to be nice, not to anyone. "The Boy," he said simply, then expounded upon it. "That's what I was in your old phone." Times had changed since then, but had they really? "I'll have to get your number too," he said, a way of somewhat changing the subject. "Unless, of course, I'm still not on your call list." ~~~ Frowning, Fisher started typing. James would work, though it didn't seem fitting. He paused, though, when James finally revealed it. The Boy. It worked, strangely. Because since he had started talking to James, since they'd become friend, it felt like there only was one boy in the world, just one who mattered. And it was crazy and awful to even think like that, and Fisher knew that he fell too hard and too fast and he always got hurt. But James made it too easy.
Retyping, Fisher shrugged a little, his voice going soft. "You shouldn't be on my list," he said after a moment. "I know that this is... that it's bad, and I'm just setting myself up for being hurt, but..." Licking his lips, he looked over at James, shyly. "You're still on the list. You're the top of the list." ~~~ James had never really known why he had chosen that for his nickname, but if he had, he would have been happy about it. Being the only man that mattered in someone's life was.. flattering. And really, that was all he had ever wanted, to be the center of someone else's universe. He'd never have that with Will though. Will was the center of his own universe and always would be no matter how hard he tried to be otherwise. James knew this now.
"I know I shouldn't," James retorted, then glanced at Fisher as he added, "But that doesn't mean I don't wanna be." He had looked back at the road once more but that but had garnered his attention and he was glad for it. That shy smile that Fisher gave him was... absolutely pefect, and all James could do was smile in return. "You are so beautiful," he said softly, letting it settle for a moment before he said, "And I believe we are here now, just gotta find a place to park." ~~~ Things had been going so well, almost like it was a dream, and then James had to go and say that. Beautiful. "I'm not," Fisher groaned, leaning back in his seat and covering the blush that was creeping over his cheeks. "I'm skinny and scrawny and pale and scarred and... I'm not." How could James say that, how could he even think it? For perfectly blue eyes, they didn't work very well. ~~~ James smirked a little at his response because it was signature Fisher. "Well, yeah, you are all those things. Skinny, a little pale, couple of scars here and there, kinda short but... Your eyes and your lips.." James glanced over at him. "And that shy little smile you do so well..." He smiled fondly as he said in a singular word, "Beautiful." Then he turned his attention back to the street to seek out parking. There was a garage in behind the Kodak Theater that would work. He steered the car in that direction as he added, "And you'll never be able to convince me otherwise no matter how hard you try." ~~~ Maybe Fisher could not convince him overwise, but if he covered his face enough, James couldn't say it anymore because he couldn't see it. So both arms crossed over his face as he drew his knees up to his chest, curling into himself. "Shish," he mumbled, though despite himself he was smiling. Someone thought he was beautiful. Someone liked his lips, his eyes, his smile. "You make it too easy," he sighed from behind his defensive arm wall. "It's not fair, James. Why do you have to be so wonderful?" ~~~ "Make what too easy?" James asked as he pulled into the parking garage, taking the first space he could find empty and being glad for it. Fisher was being far too cute for his own good right now and he just couldn't deal with driving. He wanted to be able to focus on him and him only for a while. "Because I was made that way?" He suggested as he killed the engine on the rental car and then pocketed the keys. "Not everyone thinks I'm wonderful, Fisher. In fact, most people can barely stand me but... Not everyone has had the opportunity to see the side of me that you have." And wasn't that the truth. "I don't trust, not easily, and so I.. I hide." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "But I've never really felt the need to hide with you." ~~~ In the still of a car, in the quiet of the parking lot, it was harder to hide. It was harder to keep behind his wall, to shut out things he couldn't really handle hearing. Still... He peeked out through his arms, looking James over, at his face, hearing a soft sincerity in his voice... God, this man was beautiful. It was almost too intense.
"You make me want to do nothing but hide," Fisher murmured, slowly letting his arms fall to his sides. "You're too much. I can't believe that you... that someone like you could..." Turning his face, he looked at James, really looked at him. It was dim in the garage, the sunlight pouring in and making it just bright enough to see James in the darkness, see the small lines around his eyes, the shimmer of the blue. "I can't believe you came all this way for me." ~~~ James exhaled a soft laugh and then said sincerely, "I wish you wouldn't." Of course that was what he had always wanted from Fisher, for him to stop running, stop hiding. Of course by the time he had, James had moved on, or so he had thought. Maybe he'd just still been too hurt to trust him and that was why he was hiding, hiding behind someone else. "I made a mistake," James said rather simply, then he thought about how that could sound and so he added, "I came here to try and rectify it." At that, he reached over to take the other man's hand, lacing his fingers with his. "Ready to get out yet?" He asked after a moment. "Or can we just sit here for a while?" ~~~ Fisher knew this whole thing was a mistake, and while he might have been hurt if James had been thinking what he was, he would have understood. James had a family to go back to, a husband and a kid. They must have gotten married because they loved each other, so they must have been happy. Fisher assumed that coming here to throw that away for someone like himself was a mistake. But he was glad that James wasn't meaning that. He was glad that James really was here for him, and not because he wanted an escape (well maybe a little), but because he wanted to see Fisher.
Looking down at their hands, Fisher debated if he could actually leave the car like this. California was supposed to be different, they were less judgemental, and nobody knew him out here. And it seemed like everyone in the world already knew he was gay anyway, so really, there was nothing to hide from. But it was hard not to be scared of it regardless. "Tell me about when we first met," he said finally, settling back in his seat, squuezing James' hand gently. "I know you've told me before, but... I wanna hear it again. I like it." ~~~ Maybe a part of it was the need for an escape but... mostly he'd just wanted to see him. He'd been so angry all week long, on edge, biting the head off of just about anyone who looked at him wrong, but now that he was here, everything seemed okay again. Fisher had always had a way of making that happen, except for when he didn't, but now... Was it wrong of him to be thinking that perhaps all of this had happened just to give them a fresh start?
California, Hollywood in fact, was just outside of the car doors. There was history all over these streets. And James McCafferty was perfectly content to stay right here in this car with Fisher like none of that even mattered, because it didn't. "Hmm," he said, considering it for a moment. "You know, I could tell you about that, or I could tell you about the time I showed up to your dorm room for movie night two days before I was supposed to." He smiled a little and then added in a softer voice, "That was the night of our first kiss." ~~~ Laughing a little, Fisher shook the hand that was holding James'. "You never told me that you showed up too days early," he grinned. "You just said that you came over and that you were set on seducing me, you didn't say that you were so eager you came over early for it." He liked that idea, though. James had wanted him enough to be there early, to put himself out there. Like he had come all the way out to California to be with him. It wasn't quite the same, but it still made him feel warm inside. ~~~ "I was booorreddd." James protested, though he was grinning from ear to ear. "Had nothing better to do. Glad I showed up then too. Ita had just taken you shopping." He rolled his eyes. "You were all.. dressed in a sweater and a pair of nicely tailored jeans and... It totally wasn't you. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself." He had this look on his face like he was able to see it all just now playing out inside his head. "I remember you got all up in arms when I made a snide remark about it too but then I told you that I just.. didn't think there was anything wrong with you being you." He smirked a bit as he added, "That shut you up pretty quick." He exhaled a small laugh. ~~~ Frowning, Fisher tried to imagine himself in the outfit that James was describing, but it was hard. He didn't like the stylish shit that Lyle wore, so he couldn't imagine why he would buy it. But thinking on it, he could remember finding various clothing articles of color sitting around in his bag, in the closet of the apartment he'd lived in. That had to be the stuff James meant.
"In fairness... you said you didn't know me very well," he pointed out, but he was smiling and blushing just the same. "I could think of a hundred and one things wrong with being me." But he didn't want to think of them. He didn't want James to think of them, either. He was getting to caught up in the romance of the moment. Though, as if right on cue to ruin things, his phone chirped with a message from Lyle. Fisher looked at the phone in his hand a minute, debating if he even wanted to see what Lyle said. He didn't.
"Tell me about our first kiss." He put his phone away, turning in his seat to face James. "In detail." ~~~ "I knew you well enough," James replied with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Things moved quick between us, Fisher, and I don't just mean in the.. physically intimate realm." He smiled a little. "The first night that we ever really talked, that night on the beach, I told you things... that I had never told anyone." And that led him to the next part of the story. "And that's why I came over that night, because I had promised you a secret." James too shifted in his seat, turning to face the other man, getting a little more comfortable so he could retell the tale of their first kiss. But first, "Patience. I'll get there."
"I was supposed to bring over the movie Titanic but instead I brought American Booty." He laughed. "So here we are, watching this straight porn, and I'm kind of grilling you about your.. experiences with women and how you knew you gay, all that kind of stuff, then you ask me about... whether or not I'd ever had any homosexual experience or anything." He smiled. "So I told you. I told you about this guy at boarding school and we used to.. jerk off together, mutual masturbation, whatever. And you were very kind, assuring me that that sort of thing was perfectly natural and most men had done something like that, whatever. So I asked you what your secret was, because it was your turn." He could remember it like it was yesterday. "You got all shy, like you sometimes do, and apologized in advance then you told me that... You were pretty sure by the end of the night that you'd be falling in love with me." He exhaled a small breath. "Then when I told you that no one had ever sad that to me before, you got all.." He rolled his eyes a little. "Sappy on me and... I dunno, we talked about it for a while, about how much of a bad idea it was." He laughed a little, but his smile faded a bit as he thought about how right he was.
"Then I got quiet and I asked you what you would say if I said that I wanted to kiss you just to see what it was like." This was all said in a much softer tone than the rest of the story had been, though he went back to his regular voice as he added, "By this point, you'd already told me about the lustcorn and we'd both decided that it didn't really work, which was good, because then I knew that I really did want to kiss you and that it wasn't just some.. potion induced sort of thing."