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He turned to look
at Luigi, whose slim androgynous body has been partially uncovered by his and
Jason’s sitting up. He felt an intense
love for Luigi, and without stopping to think, bent down and kissed him on the
shoulder. He looked up in time to see a sequence of emotions show in Jason’s
face: surprise; approval; liking—and jealousy.
“I won’t wake
him. He can sleep for ages,” Cody said,
disconcerted but nonetheless pleased.
“I know,” replied
Jason with a smile which made his eyes glow.
Of course you do, thought Cody, and for a moment it was
his turn to be jealous.
“Come on,” urged
Jason softly. “Let’s go down and eat and
leave gayboy here to sleep.”
They dressed in
silence, but when they were on the way to the kitchen, Cody asked, “Why do you
call him that.”
“It’s a sort of
joke. When we … our first time … it was
like we were playing roles. Me, a
straight boy doing this for the first time, him a gay queen just interested in
the sex. But I’m not and he’s not.”
“He said you were
very kind to him.”
“He was so
sad.” Jason put his hand on Cody’s
arm. “Don’t do that to him again,
Cody. He’s a … good man. He loves you.
Don’t break his heart again.”
Cody looked down
at the shining floor boards. He had to
drag his face up to meet Jason’s intense gaze.
It took all his courage.
“I won’t,” he
promised. “I won’t.” But saying at again made it seem less real,
and he panicked as he felt Jason draw away in distaste or dislike. Feeling tears come to his eyes, tears of
shame and embarrassment and humiliation, he said, “I won’t. I love him.”
“Good,” said
Jason. And he smiled. But Cody saw the steel beneath the charm and
felt his happiness start to fade.
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