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Authors: Golden Czermak
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inactivity. Beneath their tiny peg feet, a collection of scribbled notes offered some cushioning for the already scratched, antique surface.
Joey’s room, similar to the JSF, was a “chaotic mess of ordered purpose,” meaning that from the outside it looked as if a hurricane tore through on a nightly basis, but he knew exactly where each and every item was, or at least where it should be in those cases when Gage came in for an unsanctioned raid.
Joey cleared an area in the center of the bed, his nerdy if not somewhat twisted sense of humor evident in the zombified arm print clawing its way around the edges of the blanket.
He lifted his phone from its charging dock on the nightstand and slung himself on his back, head landing squarely in the center of the fake blood splatter that was printed on the pillowcase. Teasing some of his long, dark hairs between the fingers of his right hand, he clicked on the photo gallery with the other and navigated to a special folder that he had dedicated to Gage. One at a time, he began to flip back through the pictures.
He paused briefly on a selfie that caught his eye; this was one he had been sent after Gage had finished a wood chopping session back in June – God what a tease. Covered in sweat with his trademark eyebrow lift, sunlight glistened off the moisture pouring from Gage’s tight body. The unique angle of the shot instantly made Joey think of the view one would have should they be… engaged in nightly cardio, so it was easy to imagine the tree canopy that was in the shot dissolving away to become a ceiling. Perhaps a bedroom ceiling. If he had to admit it: his bedroom’s ceiling.
He stirred a little before carrying on, stopping at a photo of Gage and himself after their last vampire clearing several months back. Joey’s full sleeve hadn't been finished yet, so the black inks that were peeking out of his bloodied shirt stopped just above the elbow. The both of them stood next to each other, arms around each other’s shoulders, cheesing hard. A quick swipe showed a nearly identical shot, but Gage had playfully stuck out his tongue.
Smiling loosely, a chuckle worked its way out as he brought a piece of hair down to his mouth and nervously chewed on it. He wondered if he was reading too deeply into things between the two of them.
Could there ever be anything but friendship here, Joey?
Gage always seemed to up the level of flirting between the two of them when he needed something - be it some tech to tinker with or a task that needed to be done.
Would this amount to anything other than an emotionless fling? Do you want it to?
Joey didn't mind however, since he enjoyed feeling wanted and needed during those times. After all it was Gage, and his friendship meant a lot to him.
Should something happen, would your friendship be irreparably changed?
He continued to ignore the voice nagging in the back of his mind, shutting his eyes and sending himself into a world of what could possibly be. The drab melted away and the room was now full of warmth. Gage came in and settled beside him on the bed, wrapping those burly arms all the way around him. It felt like it was going to be good, forever.
Joey… stop ignoring me. Do you love him?
He finally took notice of his own questions, pondering on the last one for a while. Gage was someone who managed to hold his attention, oftentimes for way too long a stretch. For some reason, he would keep him high on a pedestal, whether it be his personality, the way he made him feel, the unknown of whether or not he felt the same way, or maybe because he showed a dominant side Joey found intriguing. Whatever it was, Gage was the one making him think ‘wow, this guy talking to me… and we are friends… and I like it.’
But sadly, forever wasn’t going to start today. Joey’s eyes cracked open and the stodgy gray of the ceiling welcomed him back to reality.
Bummed, Joey sighed as he looked around the empty room. Gage hadn’t come in,
Joey’s room, similar to the JSF, was a “chaotic mess of ordered purpose,” meaning that from the outside it looked as if a hurricane tore through on a nightly basis, but he knew exactly where each and every item was, or at least where it should be in those cases when Gage came in for an unsanctioned raid.
Joey cleared an area in the center of the bed, his nerdy if not somewhat twisted sense of humor evident in the zombified arm print clawing its way around the edges of the blanket.
He lifted his phone from its charging dock on the nightstand and slung himself on his back, head landing squarely in the center of the fake blood splatter that was printed on the pillowcase. Teasing some of his long, dark hairs between the fingers of his right hand, he clicked on the photo gallery with the other and navigated to a special folder that he had dedicated to Gage. One at a time, he began to flip back through the pictures.
He paused briefly on a selfie that caught his eye; this was one he had been sent after Gage had finished a wood chopping session back in June – God what a tease. Covered in sweat with his trademark eyebrow lift, sunlight glistened off the moisture pouring from Gage’s tight body. The unique angle of the shot instantly made Joey think of the view one would have should they be… engaged in nightly cardio, so it was easy to imagine the tree canopy that was in the shot dissolving away to become a ceiling. Perhaps a bedroom ceiling. If he had to admit it: his bedroom’s ceiling.
He stirred a little before carrying on, stopping at a photo of Gage and himself after their last vampire clearing several months back. Joey’s full sleeve hadn't been finished yet, so the black inks that were peeking out of his bloodied shirt stopped just above the elbow. The both of them stood next to each other, arms around each other’s shoulders, cheesing hard. A quick swipe showed a nearly identical shot, but Gage had playfully stuck out his tongue.
Smiling loosely, a chuckle worked its way out as he brought a piece of hair down to his mouth and nervously chewed on it. He wondered if he was reading too deeply into things between the two of them.
Could there ever be anything but friendship here, Joey?
Gage always seemed to up the level of flirting between the two of them when he needed something - be it some tech to tinker with or a task that needed to be done.
Would this amount to anything other than an emotionless fling? Do you want it to?
Joey didn't mind however, since he enjoyed feeling wanted and needed during those times. After all it was Gage, and his friendship meant a lot to him.
Should something happen, would your friendship be irreparably changed?
He continued to ignore the voice nagging in the back of his mind, shutting his eyes and sending himself into a world of what could possibly be. The drab melted away and the room was now full of warmth. Gage came in and settled beside him on the bed, wrapping those burly arms all the way around him. It felt like it was going to be good, forever.
Joey… stop ignoring me. Do you love him?
He finally took notice of his own questions, pondering on the last one for a while. Gage was someone who managed to hold his attention, oftentimes for way too long a stretch. For some reason, he would keep him high on a pedestal, whether it be his personality, the way he made him feel, the unknown of whether or not he felt the same way, or maybe because he showed a dominant side Joey found intriguing. Whatever it was, Gage was the one making him think ‘wow, this guy talking to me… and we are friends… and I like it.’
But sadly, forever wasn’t going to start today. Joey’s eyes cracked open and the stodgy gray of the ceiling welcomed him back to reality.
Bummed, Joey sighed as he looked around the empty room. Gage hadn’t come in,
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