Books: The Occurence
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“Well that’s not supposed to happen,” Erick says to Chris as sits up on his bed with a mixed look of concern and confusion upon his face.
Chris extends his hand to rub Erick’s back. “It’s okay,” he assures him.
“How is it okay?”
“Because it happened to me, too.”
“It did? Just then?”
“Well, that makes sense.”
“Because you’re 36, but I’m only 33.”
Chris smiles. “But you’ll be 34 next month,” he counters.
“I understand that, but until then I’m 33 and this sort of thing shouldn’t happen.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“How could I not? Either I’m suddenly no longer attracted to you or there’s a greater problem manifesting itself. I am going to go with the latter because that makes more sense.
Chris folds his arms behind his head. “And what if by chance you are no longer attracted to me?”
“Then it just goes to show you that my body can’t be trusted. My eyes are showing one thing, my brain is processing it as another thing and everything else is just confused.”
Chris chuckles. “I’m positive it’s not that deep.”
Erick turns his body toward Chris. He looks down at his chest and his bit-o-belly. He then raises the sheet bundled in his lap up to his neck. “Chris, I’ve spent the last few years really working on my technique…and I’ve become quite pleased with my progress through the expansion of my personal repertoire.”
“As you should,” Chris replies with a knowing smile. He takes Erick’s hand and kisses it. The sheet falls down into Erick’s lap.
Erick pulls the sheet back up with his other hand. “You’re very sweet, but if you continue with that I’m afraid we’ll have a repeat performance and just wind up having this same conversation in fifteen minutes.”
Chris sits up and takes Erick’s other hand in his. The sheet falls again. Erick looks down. “Are you trying to sterilize yourself permanently?”
Chris chuckles again. “I panicked the first time it happened to me, too.”
“When was that? In November when we first started dating? You probably went home and just sputtered right out. Or perhaps it happened during our first…’dessert’…and you just powered through – which is something I couldn’t seem to manage just now.”
“It was before I met you.”
“Oh, so you came to me a broken man?”
Chris laughs. “Erick, this is really not a big deal. I’m sure it’s just a one-time thing.”
Erick shakes his head. “It wasn’t for you. This was probably just the warning shot. We’ll be fine the next few times, which will lull us into a false sense of security. Then there’ll be another one to let us know that the next time will have to be mind-blowing because after the third warning shot the whole damn thing will just fall off completely.”
Chris nods. “I see. And then what happens?”
“Then things will happen as they should. You’ll find that elusive tall, smooth golden young stud with a Montanic chest, 10-pack abs, perfect blond hair, clear blue eyes who’s firm and fully-packed.”
Chris tilts his head. “Is that the kind of guy you want?”
“Oh God no. I can barely handle being with you, let alone someone super hot. Besides, he won’t have hair and I like hair — dark hair, like yours. And I like my guys earthy, like you. So you have nothing to worry about.”
“So what makes you think I want to be with a guy like that?”
“We can tweak the fantasy, but the bottom line is that you’ll want to be with someone who can always deliver — not devolve into a sputtering waste of flesh.”
“Oh great, so then I can worry that he’s too hot for me.”
“Well, welcome to the city.”
Chris locks his fingers into Erick’s and stares deeply into his eyes. “How many more ‘looks don’t matter’ conversation do we have to have?”
“None. I’ve long since stopped worrying about our vastly divergent looks.”
Chris grabs one of Erick’s nipples and twists. Erick attempts to squeeze Chris’s much larger hands in retaliation. “Nice try,” he teases.
Erick lets out a hushed series of ow’s. Chris relents. “Don’t start anything you aren’t going to be able to finish,” Erick teases back.
“Does it really matter at this point? Neither one of us can make it to the finish line anyway.”
Erick laughs. “Because our DVRs cut out before the show was over.”
Chris laughs. “The football game ended at halftime!”
“The balloons deflated in mid-air!” Erick adds as he falls to his side.
“The music ended but the song’s not over!” Chris lies down next to Erick.
“The audience is still waiting for act two!”
Erick and Chris laugh at one another. As the laughter dies down, Chris reaches over and touches Erick on the cheek. “By the way, you aren’t the only one with a repertoire. This is good because it looks like we have our work cut out for us.”
“But this will be fun work,” Erick says with a smirk.
“I’ll share something with you,” Chris says. “I often worry that the work has been more fun for me than it has been for you.”
A look of surprise registers on Erick’s face. “Really?”
“Yeah, you aren’t the only one with insecurities.”
Erick gives Chris a kiss as he climbs over him and out of bed toward the bathroom. “Good. Then that evens out the playing field.”
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