As Jeremy reached up to stretch out, I noticed that his ribs didn't look as visible as normal.
"Jeremy, when's the last time you weighed yourself?" I asked.
He looked down at himself and placed his hands on his stomach. "I dunno.. Like.. Two or three months ago. Why?"
"I think you've put on some weight, buddy," I said, tapping his belly. He glanced down and shrugged before looking back at the TV.
I looked down to his hips to see them protruding out, peeking out just above the waistband of his boxers.
Lately, I've been forcing him to eat three or four times a day whether he wanted to or not. Even when I wasn't here, I made him FaceTime me while he ate to prove that he had eaten.
I wrapped my arm around his waist while his arm draped around my shoulders. "We've watched a whole season already, Jeremy," I said as another episode of The Office ended.
"What do you wanna do, then?" he asked. "We can keep watching, go to the park, have sex.. I mean, whatever. It's up to you," he said nonchalantly.
"Oh, you're horny, aren't you?" I asked.
"God, yes," he sighed. I smiled and kissed his chest before leaping up.
"Come on, we're not gonna lay here in our underwear all day like we usually do."
"Then I'll take my underwear off."
"Jeremy!" I whined.
Jeremy threw his head back and groaned. "Fine!" he sighed. "Where are we going?" he asked, leading me up the stairs.
"I figured we could go to the park like you said."
"Can we have sex afterward?" he asked.
"Maybe," I shrugged, walking ahead of him to get to his closet first. I snagged a shirt and pair of jeans from my side of his closet.
I turned, then tried to get around Jeremy, who was blocking the doorway. "Baby, move," I said.
"I'm in the way?" he asked. "No, I don't think I am."
"Jeremy, we've talked about this," I sighed, trying to squeeze around him.
"Talked about what?" he asked, crushing me in the doorway. I shrunk back into the closet.
"I'm shy," I whispered, crossing my arms over my chest. He sighed and moved out of my way. I quickly walked past him and headed to the bathroom to change.
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"Hey, look, there's more white moms to stare at us like we're insane!" Jeremy smiled. That was always his favorite part of coming to the park- seeing moms of little kids that stared at us when we walked hand-in-hand around the playground.
Jeremy clasped his hand around mine and lead me to the pavement trail. He pulled me along, keeping a tight grasp on my hand.
As expected, the moms stared at us. Jeremy and I walked past them silently.
"Hey!" one of them called. I spun on my heels, pulling Jeremy's arm with me, to see a short-haired blonde woman with blue eyes full of anger.
"Yes? Can we help you?" Jeremy asked. She stood up, showing me that she was a fairly short woman.
"Yes, you can! Why do you little fags prance through the park like you own it?!"
"Well, I mean.. It's kinda free. We can do whatever we want. It's not like we're breaking the law," Jeremy said, keeping his hold on my hand.
