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return to the grind of work. His long sick leave from Mike’s Garage was at an end.
This time tomorrow
, he thought,
hopefully I’ll be under a car or truck, getting my hands dirty—contributing, being useful
. It made his heart swell and put a spring in his step. Very much sick and tired of being coddled, Evan wanted to reclaim life and grab it by the balls, whether his newfound family liked it or not.
It had occurred to Evan, though he didn’t like to think about it, it might not be his injuries that kept Brennan from wanting to be with him. Brennan might simply have decided after all what he and Evan had done—have sex—was
wrong
. Just the possibility of that being true hurt more than any broken bones ever could.
What if Brennan doesn’t want me anymore?
What if he’s decided what we were doing was sick and me getting hurt was karmic punishment for committing incest?
Evan simply didn’t know and he was too afraid to ask.
Digging his hands down into his pants pockets, he walked, cutting across the lawn, through the fields to the left of the house, toward the woods beyond and the path snaking through it. Wrenching his troubled thoughts away from Brennan, they turned to Alek instead.
Evan lost Alek in some ways that night, outside of the bar. Fallen to the asphalt, Evan stared up through a film of blood which obscured the one he loved for the very last time before unconsciousness yanked it all away. When Evan next awoke, the Alek he fell in love with was gone, and there was someone else there—someone who was Alek but was also not Alek at all—holding his hand and waiting ever so patiently for him to get better.
The new Alek didn’t work at a bar; he worked downtown, on the tenth floor of an office building, with a job title so specifically technical Evan kept forgetting exactly what it was. This Alek wore suits every day and brought his lunch to the office in a washable bag which Evan rinsed for him every evening before bed. The purpose of the packed lunch was to save money for Alek’s share of the rent he still paid to Presley and Carter even though he really didn’t live there anymore. The money was for Evan too, to help cover bills while he was out of work. It was a very responsible and ‘new Alek’ type of thing to do.
New Alek didn’t make sexual advances or indulge in overly passionate kisses that might lead to dangerous things which could theoretically hurt Evan. He didn’t touch Evan’s body like it was something that drove him wild with desire, like he used to; he touched it like there were shards of glass hidden under the skin.
They slept on their self-appointed sides of the bed each night, and if Evan shifted too close, new Alek shifted away, just in case. This Alek slicked his hair back with gel before he went out and acted like an adult at all times. He didn’t make passes at Brennan or dare to dream of getting involved when Brennan and Luka were making love nearby. In fact, he tried to get Evan out of the house entirely, like Evan might get some uncouth ideas if he realized other people still indulged in things like sexual intercourse. This Alek also didn’t partake in intimate kissing or touching with Luka, in order to spare Evan the sight of such things which might lead him to get ideas about being with Brennan before he was “officially” ready. Just like Evan, Luka hadn’t felt his brother’s touch in months either.
And finally, this Alek didn’t allow discussion of the existence of the new Alek. He simply worked a nine-to-five job every single day and got home in time for a healthy family dinner around the table—a dinner at which Luka may or may not be present, depending on his work schedule, but Evan and Brennan always were—followed by light conversation in the living room and TV before retiring to bed.
He just doesn’t want to be tempted
, Evan thought as he walked, deeper and deeper into the shadowy wilderness, his bruised heart feeling like it was being
This time tomorrow
, he thought,
hopefully I’ll be under a car or truck, getting my hands dirty—contributing, being useful
. It made his heart swell and put a spring in his step. Very much sick and tired of being coddled, Evan wanted to reclaim life and grab it by the balls, whether his newfound family liked it or not.
It had occurred to Evan, though he didn’t like to think about it, it might not be his injuries that kept Brennan from wanting to be with him. Brennan might simply have decided after all what he and Evan had done—have sex—was
wrong
. Just the possibility of that being true hurt more than any broken bones ever could.
What if Brennan doesn’t want me anymore?
What if he’s decided what we were doing was sick and me getting hurt was karmic punishment for committing incest?
Evan simply didn’t know and he was too afraid to ask.
Digging his hands down into his pants pockets, he walked, cutting across the lawn, through the fields to the left of the house, toward the woods beyond and the path snaking through it. Wrenching his troubled thoughts away from Brennan, they turned to Alek instead.
Evan lost Alek in some ways that night, outside of the bar. Fallen to the asphalt, Evan stared up through a film of blood which obscured the one he loved for the very last time before unconsciousness yanked it all away. When Evan next awoke, the Alek he fell in love with was gone, and there was someone else there—someone who was Alek but was also not Alek at all—holding his hand and waiting ever so patiently for him to get better.
The new Alek didn’t work at a bar; he worked downtown, on the tenth floor of an office building, with a job title so specifically technical Evan kept forgetting exactly what it was. This Alek wore suits every day and brought his lunch to the office in a washable bag which Evan rinsed for him every evening before bed. The purpose of the packed lunch was to save money for Alek’s share of the rent he still paid to Presley and Carter even though he really didn’t live there anymore. The money was for Evan too, to help cover bills while he was out of work. It was a very responsible and ‘new Alek’ type of thing to do.
New Alek didn’t make sexual advances or indulge in overly passionate kisses that might lead to dangerous things which could theoretically hurt Evan. He didn’t touch Evan’s body like it was something that drove him wild with desire, like he used to; he touched it like there were shards of glass hidden under the skin.
They slept on their self-appointed sides of the bed each night, and if Evan shifted too close, new Alek shifted away, just in case. This Alek slicked his hair back with gel before he went out and acted like an adult at all times. He didn’t make passes at Brennan or dare to dream of getting involved when Brennan and Luka were making love nearby. In fact, he tried to get Evan out of the house entirely, like Evan might get some uncouth ideas if he realized other people still indulged in things like sexual intercourse. This Alek also didn’t partake in intimate kissing or touching with Luka, in order to spare Evan the sight of such things which might lead him to get ideas about being with Brennan before he was “officially” ready. Just like Evan, Luka hadn’t felt his brother’s touch in months either.
And finally, this Alek didn’t allow discussion of the existence of the new Alek. He simply worked a nine-to-five job every single day and got home in time for a healthy family dinner around the table—a dinner at which Luka may or may not be present, depending on his work schedule, but Evan and Brennan always were—followed by light conversation in the living room and TV before retiring to bed.
He just doesn’t want to be tempted
, Evan thought as he walked, deeper and deeper into the shadowy wilderness, his bruised heart feeling like it was being
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