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For you - 9. Chapter 9
When it got late, and we had watched our third or fourth episode, I knew what came next. Resigned to my fate, I took things as they came. We went to bed, and regularly as clockwork, I felt his hands taking off my shirt in the dark. Instead of continuing to undress me, I heard him getting rid of his boxer briefs. His hand returned, hovering over my body like a metal detector, barely touching my skin, trying to get me horny. Then, his hand disappeared again. I felt him turning around.
“Fuck me,” he squeezed out.
I froze. Did I really want to do that? Until now, I had done everything to satisfy him as he’d done anything to please me, unaware that it didn’t. If we had gone on like usual, I might not have questioned it. Honestly, I didn’t find any inch of Rhys's body arousing, let alone any other man’s. I used to treat it as an activity, a task perhaps, but something inside me wasn't in for it today.
“Rhys, I …,” I whispered.
“We can do it slowly—don’t worry,” he whispered back. “Or tomorrow–no hurry.” When I didn’t answer, he added: “Or you can bottom, if you like that better. I’ve never tried it—never slipped my mind—but maybe, despite my assumptions, I might like it.”
“No,” I said. “I don’t want … anal.”
“Okay,” Rhys replied. He should have been confused—that’s what I expected him to be—or disappointed, but it was something else, yet I couldn’t pinpoint what it was instead. It wasn’t even understanding as far as I could tell. “So … back to sucking?”
“Rhys, you don’t understand.” I sat up and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry. I just can’t.”
I wanted to speak up to stop us whispering, but now I was fighting back tears, and I wasn’t even sure, what I was exactly feeling that almost made me cry. I swallowed the lump and continued to speak, once I was sure, I had my tear glands back under control.
“I just don’t like sex. I’m sorry. I know, you like it and I—it’s not fair.” Now, I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. “I didn’t know, what was wrong with me. I am asexual. I should have told you. But I … I …”
Rhys sat up as well and was right behind me. The next thing I felt was his embrace. I would have expected it to be a sexual pose, loaded with eroticism, but surprisingly it wasn't. I first wanted to pull away, but now I let Rhys hold me. It didn’t feel like we were lovers. It didn’t matter at this moment. We were just friends … I just realized, we hadn’t been up until now. We had never been close before. Physical, but not close. Rhys comforted me, but I still felt bad, for putting him in that position. Needing him now, but unable to give back.
“I could have said something, too.” I heard Rhys's voice.
“You? Why you?” I mumbled. It felt like someone else was speaking. I felt disassociated from my body. “I didn’t give you any reason before. It wasn’t your responsibility.”
“Fuck responsibilities,” Rhys responded. “It’s not an eye for an eye. It’s not all about you.”
What did he mean by that? Had I been selfish beyond what I already knew? What did it have to do with this, with us?
“I’m … I’m …,” Rhys started, but now his voice started to tremble. He stood up and started wandering through the room. It took him some time to presume his explanation. “I’ve been thinking. It was strange. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t have a name for it. I didn’t want that.”
He had circled the bed and crouched down right in front of me, looking me straight in the eye.
“Haven’t we both run from something? Isn’t all that just an expression of how we feel inside? Goddammit! This is absurd! We didn’t have to do all of this. Don’t you see? You did assume that I liked it as much as I assumed, you did. I can’t really tell if you are good at sucking, but you definitely fooled me.”
“Are you suggesting …” I guess, I understood what he was saying, but I couldn’t believe he actually said it. “You are … asexual?”
“I think so. I mean … I have nothing to compare it with. And I don’t like this label, but by definition … yes.”
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