"The first time I slept with him was at LeBeau's party and we weren't together yet. The second time I told you about right after it happened, I felt so guilty about it, even though I already knew you had someone on the side." He hadn't known who, but he'd known there was someone, he knew Myron well enough to pick it out. "And we've slept together once since then, even after we agreed it was alright to keep Owen and Jon around. But I can't do it anymore-- and neither can Jon." Kirley felt guilty about it and Jon was too jealous to share.
Still, the brunette shook his head. "I never said I didn't want to be in a relationship, Myron. That's all I want. It's all I ever wanted. I want one man. One bed. One lover. One home. Jon can give that to me." It was something Stubby could never give him. Something he thought Myron could never give him. But Jon?
Jon loved him. Jon would never stray. Jon could give Kirley what he wanted. Even if Jon wasn't who he wanted-- the man he wanted, the man he was hung up on, laid unmoving in a hospital bed.