Kyle
When Preston told me about his reaction to his friend, Dexter, I was shaken, but careful not to let it show. As his Dom, I could've come down on him for that, but the fact is he was right. He wasn't really out. He and I had developed a relationship that might mean a great deal more to me than it would to him later on down the line. I had a lengthy history to draw from, a way I could gauge his true value to me. He had no such experience.
Looking back through my own life, I thought about how I felt about my first experience. I had been younger than Preston when I came out, but using my knowledge from a string of boyfriends, I knew that while I enjoyed intimate hours with them, a long-term relationship was never going to happen for one reason or another. Preston was different. I didn't really know why, but I knew my reaction to him was unlike any of my past relationships.
As we finished our breakfast, I suggested. "I think before we get busy with our own work this morning we should take a few minutes and head down to the center. They do free blood tests down there. I always give a small donation at the same time because I love being able to do this without going to my doctor, but it's nice to know people don't have to donate if they can't afford to."
"What for?"
"Well, have you considered the possibility that if you and I test clean, and we're exclusive, we can do away with that bag of condoms in the nightstand?"
It didn't take that boy three seconds to jump into his pants and slip into his shoes. "Hurry up, we can do the dishes when we get back. We don't have a lot of time; I have a study group before my lab this afternoon."
Within a couple of minutes, we were pulling out of the driveway.
After we returned, Preston headed to the back of the house to make good on his promise to clean the kitchen. "How long does it take to get those results anyway?"
"Slow down, Boy. They said it takes a week depending on the number of samples they have to test."
Preston stepped out of the kitchen holding a plate that was dripping water on the rug. "Wait, what? It doesn't take that long. Not anymore. They tell everybody that because they have a lot of guys to test and occasionally they have to give them bad news. I can't wait. I know the results will be good, but it could be a whole week? Knowing what happens in a week is like waiting for Christmas."
"We have our whole lives." I said. "One week isn't going to kill us."
Preston had been heading back to the kitchen to finish the dishes when he turned and stared down at me as I sat at my desk. The look on his face told me the 'whole lives' part of my statement hit him like a proposal. In a way, it felt like one too.