Finding True Love

Telling the truth

This story has now been converted to a mature rating. So you can probably guess what's going to happen.

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"Hey numbnuts, you plan on standing here all night?" Knock's voice whispered directly in his ear. Korn jumped a foot into the air. He whirled around and gave Knock a fake punch to his arm.

"Fucker you scared me."

"You deserve it. Standing here all moon eyed, staring at my apartment building. Why are you here? I thought you were going to call first."

"Why, do you want me to leave? Because I can leave."

Korn took a step away. Knock's firm hand grabbed his arm before he could take another step. He knew he could pull himself free. Knock was strong, but not as strong as he was. That had been proven time and time again.

He let himself be dragged by Knock up to his apartment. The space was freshly cleaned. The bitter smell of cleaning supplies still lingered in the air. Knock set down the bags he'd been holding and opened the window bringing in a fresh evening breeze. Korn's eyes remained locked on the bags.

"Hungry?" Knock asked as he untied the top of the plastic bags. Korn only licked his lips as he watched Knock pull the containers of food out of the bags and set them on the counter. His stomach replied for him instead. Knock glared at him. "Have you not eaten since breakfast? What have you been doing all day?"

"Food first, stories second." Korn grabbed for a container of food only to have his hand slapped away by Knock.

"Sit down, I'll dish it up. You're lucky I bought extra."

Korn took a seat at the end of the bed. He kept a close eye on Knock as he separated and dished the food, his stomach growling louder as the sweet smell of rice and meat hit his nose. Into one plate Knock pushed a slightly larger portion. He handed Korn the larger dish, taking the lesser amount of food for himself. He plopped himself down on the bed inches from Korn.

"Why are you smiling like that? It's creeping me out." Knock twisted his body away from Korn.

"I was just thinking what a good guy you are and how lucky I am." Korn said, looking at his overstuffed plate of food.

"Damn straight you're lucky." Knock shoved a huge bite of rice into his mouth and smiled. Pieces of rice stuck out in all directions.

"Less lucky now." Knock stuck out his tongue. It was coated with chewed up mushy rice. "Eww, no. Stop it."

Knock finished chewing and swallowed his food. "So what were you doing all day?"

Korn played through his head all the ways to tell Knock what he'd done. How to explain everything in a reasonable manner. To say it so that it all made sense it one simple sentence. What came out was "I went to see my ex girlfriend to meet her ex boyfriend in prison."

Knock spit his bite of food across his clean room. Bits of rice and meat went everywhere. Up and down the wall, all along the freshly polished floor, across Knock's lap . Knock barely even registered the mess he'd made. His hands wiped at his pants, but as reflex not from actual attention.

"Your what? Her what? Where?" Knock stared at him wide eyed and unblinking.

"My ex girlfriend's ex boyfriend in prison."

"Okay, I did hear you right." Knock stood and walked to the small kitchen setting his food down. "Let's start with the easy one." His voice cracked as he spoke."Ex girlfriend? How is that possible? I guess I only assumed you never dated a girl." He kept his eyes focused on the counter. His voice was low, small.