3 Months Earlier
There he was standing before me all muscular with baby oil all over his body. Nate Jones. Wow! He certainly had changed since high school when he was head boy who got all the top grades and had no social life. Now he worked as a stripper at a local strip club. But right now he was standing in my bedroom saying things that a nice, Catholic boy like me shouldn't be hearing! And I was lapping it up. Of course I was. Any red-blooded man would. Well alright then I accept it. Any red-blooded man totally devoted to his boyfriend probably wouldn't but I'm weak and I try to tell myself that it is only because I have been feeling so low since Greg had his car accident that I'm even in this situation right now but deep down I know that isn't why I'm here. I'm simply here because I want to be here. I want to be here having fun instead of been at home trying to help Greg walk while he tries to pretend that he isn't slipping into depression when he clearly is. Nate is super drunk at this stage and he leans over me.
"Rob babe, you know that night that your boyfriend was in the crash?"
"Of course I do. What about it?"
"It was me. The dangerous driver that drove off. It was me."
I looked at his face to see if this was some kind of very sick and nasty joke. His face was dead serious.
"Are you sure you still want to do this?"
My eyes scanned his body. My mind urges me to say no but my body has other ideas.
"Cool.", he says and climbs on top of me and we began to make love.
I am a bad person but I wouldn't change a thing. What does that say?
"Rob, I'm asking you a question. I want a straight bloody answer!", Greg said with anger brimming on his face while we had our lunch outside a cafe.
Nate had been arrested for the accident after an ex boyfriend of his who was sour with him for breaking up with him told the cops about the car and had a photograph at hand of them beside it to share.
I wondered did he really want me to be honest? It didn't seem like me telling him the truth was going to have any positive impact on him.
"Answer me!", he says firmly.
"You really have to stop listening to that Rita one. She is ..."
"So Rita was lying about seeing you and Nate Jones together then?"
"Maybe not lying. Mistaken maybe."
"So you weren't with him?"
I had used all manner of caution but still Rita, Greg's best friend who can't stop sticking her oar in, had spotted me. If I had realised I would never have done it. The thrill of getting away with it was almost as amazing for me as the passion itself. But I love Rob and I don't want to hurt him.
"No honey! Of course not! I love you."
Well one truth out of two ain't bad, is it?
"Of course I love you."
"Because if you had of I would have kicked you out."
"I know that."
I do. That's why I'm lying to you.
"I love you too Rob. More than I could ever say. Marry me?"
My mind goes into a whirlwind overdrive. Part of me is so happy and believes I was right to lie to him because we're getting married and if I hadn't lied then we wouldn't be. But another part is wondering if I can live with this lie all my life. The former wins. If I have Greg in my life I don't care. Besides does he really want to know that the man he loves and wants to marry had sex with a guy who put him in a wheelchair? Sometimes the truth hurts more than the lie for all parties involved.
"Yes. Yes, of course I'll marry you."
He smiles and cups the side of my face softly in his hand. We kiss passionately and lingeringly.
(Based on this Story Jam)
Fruit from this Jam:
THIS IS IT FOLKS by Rhoda Taylor
Night Of Passion by lisarey1990
Pot Luck by Alison Young
A Cautionary Tail by Vaulte Kamish
Grenade Fishing in the Andaman by Jeff Burns
Guilt by Abby Buttery
Liberté by Payton Huey
The Perfect Lie by Kevin Cagle