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Aditus' prompts and circumstances - 33. Cherry Pie Short
Logan opened the front door and found a cap. He stared, shocked, but then remembered the matching gown lying on the bedroom floor, and he couldn’t suppress a grin. He snatched up the discriminating thing before anyone else could spot it.
In the kitchen, he dropped the cap on the table. “I found this outside.” He watched Charles as he turned around from the stove, fat dripping from the spatula in his hand.
“You found wha—Oh my God! Do you think anybody saw it?”
Logan shrugged. “Sure. If one of your neighbors came by this morning, or the lady across the street got out her binoculars... Why?” He narrowed his eyes at the older man. “Are you afraid they’ll come to the right conclusion?” He grabbed the cap and thrust it into the other man’s furry chest. “That you’re fucking a student?” That came out more aggressive than he had intended. Or maybe not.
“I’m not fucking a student!”
“Well, technically not, since I graduated yesterday. But there will be questions: ‘Did they have an affair while he was still his teacher?’ or ‘Is that why he repeatedly made the dean’s list?’ or—” Logan threw the cap on the kitchen counter in disgust. “Keep it as a souvenir.” He went for the door. “Your eggs are burning.”
Logan had almost reached the bedroom, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Yeah, me too!” Logan’s sarcastic tone made it clear that he didn’t mean his running out from the kitchen. He quickly collected the socks he had spotted under the bed, fished out his boxers from between the sheets, and stuffed everything into the pockets of his black dress pants. Then he slipped his naked feet into his shoes, wincing slightly when they pressed down on his blisters, and buttoned up his shirt while searching for his coat. He found it on the floor, half on top of his gown. Grabbing both, he shrugged on the jacket, balled together the gown, and made his way to the front door.
All the while Charles was watching him with wide eyes.
Logan’s hand reached for the door handle, when Charles finally became alive. “Logan! Wait! Baby!”
“What?” Logan didn’t turn around. He didn’t want to see the other man’s apologetic face. Nor did he want to hear the brush off. It was the thin thread of hope that made him stop.
Strong arms wrapped around him from behind, while warm breath whispered over his ear. “I love you.” Logan didn’t move forward, but he didn’t turn around either. It just wasn’t enough. “It was a stupid knee-jerk reaction.”
“You mean a stupid jerk’s reaction worth to be kneed where it hurts most?”
“Umm...” Charles nuzzled his face into the crook between Logan’s neck and shoulder. “I need to get used to the fact I can finally have you. I watched you from afar for so long, always being afraid someone would find out how I felt. I…You…”
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