About Making it Even

by Dallas Coleman
20 pages / 3200 words
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Joe knows he's screwed up, but he's not willing to let his long-time love get away with the cold shoulder. He's already made things even, but now he wants to make things right, and he's willing to admit his own mistakes and forget Ben's, if Ben will just let him. Ben's no angel, but it's hard to let things go. Can Joe convince Ben it's time to move on and get back to the business of loving each other?

Sample

"So, how long exactly are you going to wait to fuck me?"

I dug the spade into the ground, making sure the roots of the damn weeds got pulled up, too, waiting for Ben to answer me. I'd been weeding for four weeks. I'd spent eight weeks before that repainting the house, rewiring the shop, replacing the carpet in the parlor, updating the guest rooms -- all four of them.

Penance.

I knew that's what it was; Ben knew that's what it was. Hell, don't get me wrong, I didn't mind paying it.

I deserved it.

"What did you say?"

"I wanted to know when you were going to forgive me enough to fuck me. You don't have to answer right now, if you don't know. I was just curious."

Ben's eyebrow went up, black meeting bleached blond. It was a good look for the man, really. I liked him all bleached and coiffed and shit. I liked him, period.

Which, okay, begs the question of why I was the dumbest motherfucker on earth and let a little twink dishwasher from our restaurant suck me off in the walk-in. I got no good answer for that one. I went through them all (in therapy, for fuck's sake). I was maybe feeling a little neglected. I was definitely feeling a little too much vodka on way too regular a basis.

I don't know. I know I felt bad enough after I did it to head up to our rooms to confess to it. I also know that either Marco went straight to Ben while my spunk was still on his lips to tattle or Ben saw, because my shit was already on fire.

Hence the carpet replacing and the repainting.