Two Years | Jason Kolchek X Salim Othman

One

⚠️Warning: contains - dark themes, mention of self harm, attempted suicide, alcoholism, and course language.

Side note - didn't proof read first.

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I drank my way to the bottom of yet another glass. My third one tonight, in fact. Cheap, low percentage booze, that left a bitter taste in my mouth, and the images before me, still far too clear go see.

I slammed my glass down on top of the table, letting out a low grunt of dissatisfaction at how poorly the cold beverage quenched my ever-growing thirst.

I watched the man across the table, in his new, grey, baseball cap; his dark blue jeans and the black jacket that I went with him to buy.
I felt my heart truly somersault at the way he gave a dipped smile, and the way he laughed with warmth and affection at something that one of our friends had said.

I couldn't help but admire the man before me. He was attractive, funny, kind-hearted, and clever, with a heart of gold. Everything about this man was genuinely so intriguing, and somewhat mesmerising.

And seeing Jason so happy and alive...
This was a new, charming, and rather pleasant, side to Jason...although, it wasn't overly new, anymore. Not since him, anyway.

Beside Jason, sat his boyfriend, Darrion, whom he had been with for the past two years.

Darrion, was a good man; clever too. He was a IT Technician; which I always found slightly amusing, considering Jason's obvious lack of knowledge on technology and gadgets.

Now, did I dislike Darrion for swooning in and catching Jason's eye?
Yes, yes I did.
Do I hate Darrion for making Jason happy?
No, no I don't.

Darrion was the type of guy to wear sweaters to the pub, and khaki shorts all year round. He was the type of guy who'd prefer to stay in and read, rather than go out and socialise with friends. He was easy on the eye, but certainly not what I thought Jason would go after.
Darrion was, in every sense of the word, a nerd. A relatively attractive, and fit nerd. He was like the nerd 2.0 edition.

I'm aware I sound bitchy, or somewhat hypocritical. I love to stay indoors and read, yet whem Darrion does it, I sound like a teenage douche-bag.

I couldn't even blame Darrion for how things ended. No, it was my fault entirely.

I was old enough, and mature enough, to know that I messed up. I had my chance to be with Jason, and to prove to him that we could last... But I fucked it up! That was all my fault.

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“That look good there?” Jason asked, curiously, as he took a couple steps back to admire his work.
I put down my clay statuettes I had been unpacking, and made my way across the room, over to him.

I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, and buried my chin into the crook of his neck.

I breathed him in. The scent of his pine body wash, and his aftershave. It was a blissfully intoxicating aroma, that I had come to know as "home," and "comfort."

“What do ya' think?” Jason asked, placing his hands over top of mine, as they rested on his stomach.

“It's slightly slanted.”

“What? The fuck do ya' mean it's slanted?!”

“Like I said... It's slanted.”

“Oh? Like you could do any better...” he mumbled.