“You and Gil, well, uh, what’s up with that exactly?” He inhales sharply and crosses his arms in front of his chest. It’s not exactly like he’s closing off, it’s more like he’s giving himself time to find an answer.
“We finally having this talk?” he says in an obvious attempt to not dive straight into the heavier stuff.
“Seems a little overdue if you ask me.” I twirl a strand of hair around my finger as I patiently wait for him to answer.
“I don’t know exactly. It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything. I mean, I love him like a friend.” A wrinkle appears between his eyes as he’s searching for words to explain it to me. “Have you ever had a fling with someone where you just enjoyed each other even if you knew it’d never lead to anything more serious?”
“No,” I answer shortly and earnestly.
He laughs. “Of course you haven’t. Well, it’s something like that. I’m not gay, that part I’m certain of. Maybe bi? I don’t know, man. I don’t want to take Gil out on dates, except when we’re going to a bar and just have fun. There’s no romance. But there’s this attraction which I can’t deny. And I thought you were okay with it.”
Suddenly he looks uncertain. I step between his legs and wrap my arms around his waist. “I am okay with it. But you’re having a hard time wrapping your head around it, so imagine what it’s like for us at the sidelines to understand.”
“Yeah,” he sighs, “life was easy until I fell into a polyamorous relationship and found out I’m attracted to guys, too. Now everything is just complicated.”
“Complicated with a whole heap of orgasms,” I blurt.
He scoffs. “That too.”
“For what it’s worth, I think you should do whatever the hell you like with Gil, and Gil with you. The last person who’s allowed to having an opinion on fooling around within this thing we’ve got going on is me.”
“No way in hell am I giving Gil free rein to do whatever it is he wants to do to me, he can be freaky.”
“More freaky than having a dick stuffed up your ass?”
“That was not so freaky,” he says with a slight pinkness on his cheeks.
“I know, right?” I say as I give him a wink.
The front door opens and since everyone is home except for Jonah, it must be him. “Guys,” he yells. “Why is there a huge banner with ‘Love is love’ tied to our fence?”
I cringe. “I think we need to talk, Joe,” I yell through the hallway. Releasing a sigh, I down my drink in one go and get ready for a conversation I don’t want to have.