Never Let Go
I'm a Big Boy
Sunday morning Gerard woke to find Lindsey was already up. Susan was still sleeping soundlessly next to him in the bed, completely naked but for the sheet that covered her. He smirked at the memories from the night before. Threesomes were an occasional indulgence for him and Lindsey, something that had been of her suggestion. He was one of the few lucky men out there who got the opportunity to sleep with other women while in a committed relationship. It wasn’t an open relationship, which was something Gerard didn’t agree with. Agreeing to share the person you love on a full time basis didn’t feel right to him; he was far too jealous a person for that. He saw the inclusion of another person in their sex life every once in a while as an entirely different category all together. It didn’t happen too often. In fact, it was only the third time they had done such a thing but it was a nice little kink in their sex lives none the less. Unlike Gerard, Lindsey was not at all insecure or jealous so she had no qualms about her boyfriend having sex with another woman. She knew he loved and adored her. He planned on marrying her one day, something he had told her very early on in the relationship. He had fallen head over heels for her, with her lip gloss smile and scrapped up knees from all her prancing around on stage. He loved everything about her, even her imperfections. She was well aware of this, and that was all she needed to feel secure to be herself and explore some of her fantasies with him.
Susan shifted beside him, stirring in her sleep. He crawled out of the bed, pulling his boxers on and left the room before any awkward ‘morning after’ conversation could take place. It was definitely not on his list of favourite conversations, especially not when his head was feeling a little fuzzy from the night before. He strolled into the living room and quickly realised Lindsey wasn’t anywhere in sight. He could hear a familiar hum that came from the electric shower in the bathroom. With a self satisfied smile he entered the bathroom, pulling his boxers off before joining Lindsey under the steaming water.
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It was a Wednesday night and Frank was cuddled up on the couch with Jamia. Since their mini argument he had been forcing himself to try and spend more time with Jamia, even if it was just cuddling with her on the couch and including her in his TV gazing. It hadn’t been brought up again so Frank assumed he was doing enough to satisfy her need for ‘couple time’. They were watching a rerun on TV, both of them with a beer in hand when Frank’s phone buzzed on the small coffee table his feet were resting on. With a groan and a sigh he sat up quickly, snatching his phone in one swift move before leaning back on the couch and wrapping his arm around Jamia again. His eyebrows rose in confusion when he saw a number he didn’t recognise on the screen. He never gave his number out to anybody he didn’t know, and he was certain nobody would ask for his number. Curiosity made his accept the call as he relaxed on the couch.
‘Hello?’ he answered with uncertainty evident in his tone.
‘Hi, is this Frank?’ the caller responded quickly.
Frank recognised the voice straight away.
‘Gerard?’ he questioned.
‘Yeah, did I call you at a bad time?’ Gerard questioned, not sounding too concerned.
‘No. not at all’ Frank automatically replied, his manners kicking in.
‘Cool. I was just wondering if you were still up for giving me a few guitar lessons.’
Frank repressed the groan that was desperate to escape. He didn’t think the guy would actually accept the offer he so stupidly made. Now he was stuck. Jamia was gazing up at him, her head resting on his chest. She could hear the voice on the other end of the phone, and he immediately knew by the pleased expression she was wearing that she had given Gerard his number. He narrowed his eyes at her, showing her his blatant unhappiness at the situation he now found himself in. There was no way he could take it back unless he wanted to come across as a complete douche. While he didn’t care too much about what the man on the other end thought, he was certain Jamia wouldn’t let it go. Plus, it wasn’t in his nature to be an asshole just because something displeased him. He was an adult, who had to deal with the consequences of making a stupid offer. It wasn’t Gerard’s fault that Frank had felt the need to cover up his awkwardness by suggesting he would be happy to spend more time with him.
‘Uh, sure. That’s not a problem. I’m working all week, but I should be free over the weekend if that suits?’ Frank offered, while in his mind he was screaming ‘say no, say no!’
‘That’s perfect man. I’ll give you a text later in the week and we can work something out.’
‘That’s fine.’
‘Thanks man’ was the last thing Frank heard before Gerard hung up abruptly.
Frank was a bit surprised by the rudeness of the other man. He gave his phone a quizzical look as though it would give him an explanation to the sudden end to the very unexpected call. He let out a sigh and gently placed his phone on the arm of the couch where he had been resting his free arm. He knew it would only be a matter of seconds before Jamia broke the silence.
‘Who was that?’ she inquired, the knowing smile further proving she knew exactly who had disturbed their peaceful evening.
‘You know who it was, why bother asking?’ he responded monotonously.
She shrugged, unaffected by his accusation.
‘What did he want?’ she asked.
‘He wants me to give him a few guitar lessons over the weekend. No big deal’ he informed her.
‘Don’t be so grouchy about it Frank. He’s a nice guy, plus it’ll be good for you to socialise a bit.’
‘I socialise plenty’ he countered.
‘Work doesn’t really count, Frank. Since we’ve moved into the city you haven’t seen any of your friends. You should at least try to make some new friends, you know?’ her tone was stern but gentle, like a kindergarten teacher.
‘I don’t need new friends Jamia. I like the ones I have. Don’t try and push this too much Jamia, ‘cos it’ll only have the opposite effect. I’ll socialise and ‘make friends’ on my own terms. I don’t need you to mother me into it, okay.’
‘Fine’ she sighed angrily, not moving from her comfortable position leaning against him but he could see how her body tensed in annoyance.
‘I know you mean well, but I’m a big boy Jamia. If I feel the need to hang out with a few friends I’ll do it. I’m just not one of those people who need to have their friends around all the time, you know that’ he spoke with a gentler voice.
‘You’re right, I’m sorry babe. I just don’t want you to isolate yourself too much.’
She lifted her head off his chest and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
‘I won’t, I promise.’
Susan shifted beside him, stirring in her sleep. He crawled out of the bed, pulling his boxers on and left the room before any awkward ‘morning after’ conversation could take place. It was definitely not on his list of favourite conversations, especially not when his head was feeling a little fuzzy from the night before. He strolled into the living room and quickly realised Lindsey wasn’t anywhere in sight. He could hear a familiar hum that came from the electric shower in the bathroom. With a self satisfied smile he entered the bathroom, pulling his boxers off before joining Lindsey under the steaming water.
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It was a Wednesday night and Frank was cuddled up on the couch with Jamia. Since their mini argument he had been forcing himself to try and spend more time with Jamia, even if it was just cuddling with her on the couch and including her in his TV gazing. It hadn’t been brought up again so Frank assumed he was doing enough to satisfy her need for ‘couple time’. They were watching a rerun on TV, both of them with a beer in hand when Frank’s phone buzzed on the small coffee table his feet were resting on. With a groan and a sigh he sat up quickly, snatching his phone in one swift move before leaning back on the couch and wrapping his arm around Jamia again. His eyebrows rose in confusion when he saw a number he didn’t recognise on the screen. He never gave his number out to anybody he didn’t know, and he was certain nobody would ask for his number. Curiosity made his accept the call as he relaxed on the couch.
‘Hello?’ he answered with uncertainty evident in his tone.
‘Hi, is this Frank?’ the caller responded quickly.
Frank recognised the voice straight away.
‘Gerard?’ he questioned.
‘Yeah, did I call you at a bad time?’ Gerard questioned, not sounding too concerned.
‘No. not at all’ Frank automatically replied, his manners kicking in.
‘Cool. I was just wondering if you were still up for giving me a few guitar lessons.’
Frank repressed the groan that was desperate to escape. He didn’t think the guy would actually accept the offer he so stupidly made. Now he was stuck. Jamia was gazing up at him, her head resting on his chest. She could hear the voice on the other end of the phone, and he immediately knew by the pleased expression she was wearing that she had given Gerard his number. He narrowed his eyes at her, showing her his blatant unhappiness at the situation he now found himself in. There was no way he could take it back unless he wanted to come across as a complete douche. While he didn’t care too much about what the man on the other end thought, he was certain Jamia wouldn’t let it go. Plus, it wasn’t in his nature to be an asshole just because something displeased him. He was an adult, who had to deal with the consequences of making a stupid offer. It wasn’t Gerard’s fault that Frank had felt the need to cover up his awkwardness by suggesting he would be happy to spend more time with him.
‘Uh, sure. That’s not a problem. I’m working all week, but I should be free over the weekend if that suits?’ Frank offered, while in his mind he was screaming ‘say no, say no!’
‘That’s perfect man. I’ll give you a text later in the week and we can work something out.’
‘That’s fine.’
‘Thanks man’ was the last thing Frank heard before Gerard hung up abruptly.
Frank was a bit surprised by the rudeness of the other man. He gave his phone a quizzical look as though it would give him an explanation to the sudden end to the very unexpected call. He let out a sigh and gently placed his phone on the arm of the couch where he had been resting his free arm. He knew it would only be a matter of seconds before Jamia broke the silence.
‘Who was that?’ she inquired, the knowing smile further proving she knew exactly who had disturbed their peaceful evening.
‘You know who it was, why bother asking?’ he responded monotonously.
She shrugged, unaffected by his accusation.
‘What did he want?’ she asked.
‘He wants me to give him a few guitar lessons over the weekend. No big deal’ he informed her.
‘Don’t be so grouchy about it Frank. He’s a nice guy, plus it’ll be good for you to socialise a bit.’
‘I socialise plenty’ he countered.
‘Work doesn’t really count, Frank. Since we’ve moved into the city you haven’t seen any of your friends. You should at least try to make some new friends, you know?’ her tone was stern but gentle, like a kindergarten teacher.
‘I don’t need new friends Jamia. I like the ones I have. Don’t try and push this too much Jamia, ‘cos it’ll only have the opposite effect. I’ll socialise and ‘make friends’ on my own terms. I don’t need you to mother me into it, okay.’
‘Fine’ she sighed angrily, not moving from her comfortable position leaning against him but he could see how her body tensed in annoyance.
‘I know you mean well, but I’m a big boy Jamia. If I feel the need to hang out with a few friends I’ll do it. I’m just not one of those people who need to have their friends around all the time, you know that’ he spoke with a gentler voice.
‘You’re right, I’m sorry babe. I just don’t want you to isolate yourself too much.’
She lifted her head off his chest and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
‘I won’t, I promise.’
Please update, this is a great story <3
11/2/16