Love in Hell

The dreaded miscommunication trope?

Tharn noticed that Type had been acting strange in the last few days. The older man had been constantly lost in thought, almost distractedly so; when he wasn't distracted or lost in thought, Type was looking something up on his computer which wouldn't be strange except that he slammed it close whenever he saw Tharn, much like a kid being caught doing something they knew they shouldn't be doing. Tharn was sure that he was looking at porn but the older man had never been shy about his preferences.

'So why now? What changed?' And then it dawned on Tharn that Type was probably feeling uncomfortable and awkward because of his confession. 'Argh! Stupid!' he berated himself both for not realizing and for ruining everything. 'Of course he's not happy to do something so intimate with the gay creep that's in love with him.'

When Type began looking at some videos on his phone and sneaking looks at Tharn, the younger man knew that he had to do something so that Type could go back to feeling comfortable. He decided to spend weekends at home, leaving Type to have the room to himself for those two days so that he could do as he wished. This way, he could give Type space while reassuring him that he's not going to force or demand anything while also remaining by the older man's side.

'It's foolproof,' Tharn thought with a smile.

The first weekend it happened, the older man had looked confused but not suspicious so Tharn took it as a win. He always knew that Type was brilliant, 'I mean I've seen his grades, the man doesn't get anything below a 90,' but he had not expected Type to figure out Tharn's plan so quickly. It only took until the second weekend for the man to realize what was happening and to Tharn's surprise, he was not impressed.

"Are you going to keep running?" Type asked with a sneer, well he figured out what Tharn was doing but not the reason why.

"I'm not running," Tharn assured. "I just wanted to give you some privacy to...you know..." he tried to give a look but Type didn't get it.

"No, I don't know."

"You know, have some you time."

"Why would I need me time? I'm not a pampered princess like your people," the older man's tone was almost derogatory but Tharn ignored it because he was learning that more often than not Type didn't mean to offend or didn't realize he was doing it.

"I meant time to masturbate," he finally decided to be upfront. "I know you feel uncomfortable doing it while I'm staying here so I figured you can have the dorms for the weekends to do that and whatever else you feel like you can't do when I present."

Type was a little embarrassed yet surprised by Tharn's declaration, he thought that once again the younger man had been avoiding him but he was actually being considerate. 'Why am I even surprised,' he thought, rolling his eyes. Tharn kept talking, declaring that Type shouldn't worry since his family was very happy with the arrangement. Instead of worrying, Type was wondering if this was the right time to propose his idea and finally pay his debt to the other man.

He had been doing research on what it entitled, which he soon regretted. It was safe to say that Type was not gay and would never be gay because all he felt when he read the articles or saw the videos was discomfort and slight confusion, even a little triggered. But mostly, he couldn't understand how any of that could have been pleasurable to the one receiving or why they would give up so much control to someone else, especially a man. To him, it didn't make sense but he knew that they probably didn't have a traumatic or horrible first time.

'They probably got some soft and loving shit,' this thought made him wonder about Tharn's first time and what it had been like. 'Was it painful? Were they gentle and loving or selfish and rushed? Did he like it? Of course he liked it, he clearly decided he wanted more.'