God what a fucking
mess! What am I going to do about Ethan? I can’t stop thinking about him. “I still don’t know why the timeline wasn’t repaired
when I retrieved whatever it was that I brought back. Maybe it’s supposed to be
taken somewhere, or maybe it was there for a reason that would have righted
whatever caused the timeline to skew.” He said to his boss.
“That’s perhaps the biggest pain in the ass we have to
deal with in this job.” his boss, Duncan, said. “Too many maybe’s and what-ifs.
Once the lab finishes their analysis of the fragment, we might get some
answers.”
The only answer
I’m really interested in is what to do about my feelings for Ethan. Ryan said to himself. Aloud he said, “I hope whatever
answers the lab comes up with will have instructions on what to do attached.”
“We can only hope.” Duncan responded. He reached
behind him to the music system just as Grace Slick belted out the words: ‘One
pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small...’ from Jefferson Airplane’s
old song ‘White Rabbit’. “There’s something else that’s bothering you.”
“Nah,”
Ryan denied. “I’m just tired and frustrated. I can’t figure out how to fix the
timeline alteration.” Nor the alteration
in my personal life.
“Oh, I think it’s more than that. I’ve known you too
long; talk.”
“I wouldn’t even begin to know where to start.”
“How about starting at the beginning?”
“I was sent back to 2132 to retrieve an out-of-time
object which should have reset the timeline. As you know, it didn’t, so I went
back a second time. Liam fucked up the coordinates and I materialized right in
front of one of the locals.”
“Shit! What did you do?”
“I caught him as he passed out.” And held him in my arms which felt amazing. “I eased him down to
the floor and waited for him come to. When he finally did, I was able to
convince him that I didn’t ‘just appear’ in front of him, but that I came in to
see what type of restorations he did just as he turned around. I think he
bought it.”
“Okaaayyyy....and?” He drawled.
“And what?”
“There’s more that you’re not telling me. You’re not leaving this office until I know
everything that’s going on. Sit and spill.” Duncan ordered.
Ryan’s shoulder’s drooped. He hung his head and
sighed. In a very quiet voice, he did as he was ordered. “I’m think I might’ve
fallen in love with Ethan.”
“Ethan? The guy from the past?” Duncan couldn’t have
kept the surprise from his voice if he tried. Ryan nodded. “Fuck.” came quietly
from Duncan’s lips as he slumped back into his chair. Rubbing his hand over his
face he looked at Ryan. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” said Ryan in a broken voice. “I
really fucked this mission up and fucked myself up in the process.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” Duncan asked
quietly.
Ryan’s reply came out as a hoarse whisper. “The only
thing I can do. Forget about him.” Easier
said than done.
₪₪₪₪₪₪
Over dinner Ethan and Chris continued to talk. “So,
describe him to me.” Chris demanded.
“I’d say he was about six-two, maybe
two-hundred-fifteen pounds, and even his muscles had muscles. He had red hair
and grey eyes.” He said with a wistful tone in his voice. Chris snickered.
“What’s so funny?” He demanded.
In a sing-song voice, Chris replied, “E-than’s in
lo-ove.”
“Fuck you!”
“So not happening, little brother. However, I suspect
that if this Ryan guy were to flash his dick in front of your face, you’d be
bent over with your pants around your ankles quicker n’ shit.” Chris teased.
“Like that’s ever gonna happen,” Ethan’s voice was
tinged with resignation.
“Hey, you never know.”
“Come on, look at me. Nobody that hot would even give
me a second glance.”
“And
why not?”
“I’m
not a skinny, blond-haired, blue-eyed model with twenty-thousand credits worth
of dental work. I also don’t strip and throw myself down on my back with my
legs in the air at the snap of any cute guy’s fingers. Two major strikes
against me.”
“Is
the gay community that superficial?”
“Around
here? Guys my age? Hell yeah. Not to mention the fact that our parents pushed
me out of a hovercraft right over a hundred-foot ugly tree and made sure I hit
every branch on the way down.”
Here we go again with the self-esteem issues.
Fucking Patrick really did a number on him. I wanna find that cocksucker, cut
off his dick, stuff it and shove it up his ass dry!
Chris thought vehemently. Aloud he said, “I thought we were past all this.”
“Patrick
dumped me for a guy a lot skinnier and better looking than me. What does that
say?”
“That
he was a superficial ass-wipe and he couldn’t see what a great person you are
and what a great thing you two had. Forget about that dick stain. He isn’t even
worth using as a cum rag. You can and will do so much better.”
“Wow.
Don’t hold back. Tell me how you really feel about him. Seriously, dude. Let it
all hang out.” Ethan’s sarcasm generator was set on nuclear.
“All
I’m saying is give yourself a break. Who knows where it will lead?”
“I
don’t even know if he’s gay, let alone interested in me.”
“Well
there’s one way to find out.”
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