The first thing we do when we are at home is to call Andrew's parents and Andrew was right.
We tell them about the break-in and they lose their shit. They are so shocked and scared for Andrew. And they haven't seen the picture yet Mick took of the apartment. After their initial shock is gone they start discussing Andrew's move home with each other.
Are they fucking serious? They didn't even ask Andrew if he wanted to. Andrew is fucking 21. He can make decisions himself. A bit angry I stop them by saying:
"I don't think Andrew wants to move back." Their discussion ends abruptly.
"It is way too dangerous for Andrew to stay there", Mrs. Connon argues and I want to argue back but Andrew stops me by putting a hand on my knee.
"The area my apartment is in is the dangerous part. I will stay with Koda for a while", Andrew says. I hear someone, either Mrs. or Mr. Connon, take a breath to start talking again but I don't let them.
"Just temporarily. We are actually searching for a flat we can share right now. Hopefully, we'll find something pretty soon", I let it sound like we went on at least a dozen flat viewings and have already a particular apartment in mind. Mick is giving me a confused look and I sign him that I will tell him later.
Andrew's parents don't say anything for a while but we still know they are there. We can hear them mumble. One of them has probably a hand on the microphone. Then we hear a crackle.
"You have taken really good care of Andrew and we are really thankful for that", Mr. Connon addresses Mick and me. "If you want to arrange a shared flat we will help but if anything else happens you come home, Andrew."
God, they are so over-bearing. How did Andrew survive that all those years? At his place, I would fight their request but Andrew doesn't and agrees to their terms.
Satisfied they let the topic drop. They promise to take care of the insurance stuff and after a goodbye that takes ages they hang up.
Simultaneously we all breathe out in relief.
"So, we are moving in together? I mean properly", Mick looks at me with a raised brow.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Andrew mentioned finding a bigger flat for us since this is too small for all of us over a long time period, so I thought why not. Think about it. We don't have to move clothes from one place to the other anymore, everyone gets his own room, and his own bed", I try to sell the idea. I think I did a good job until I mentioned the separate beds.
"Don't worry guys, we can still sleep in one bed", I assure them and they both look like I caught them off guard.
Cute!
Being obviously disappointed about not sleeping together anymore but too shy to admit it. A tiny bit of me is disappointed that they are still embarrassed about the intimacy between us but then again this all started just a few months ago.
The rest of the afternoon Mick and I browse the internet for flats while Andrew is taking a nap on the couch. Quickly we become aware of the fact that finding an apartment in the city that fits our needs will be very difficult. That doesn't really help to raise our mood, so we flip our laptops shut.
Instead of searching for a real, physical place Mick and I lie down on my bed and start talking about how our new place will look like.
"I want a great kitchen", I say.
"Absolutely and big windows, so the sunlight can come in", Mick suggests.
"For your art?", I ask and he nods. "Then we definitely have to design a spot where you can draw. With an easel and shit."
"That would be great. But we also need a big couch. Like one that at least six people can sit on."
"Why six?"
"Andrew, you, Thomas, Angel, Ember and me", Mick counts with his fingers.
"An optimist, huh? You haven't even been on a date with Ember. When is your first date exactly anyway?"
"Tomorrow, 8 pm", Mick says with a huge grin.
"You are so fucking deep in love."
"Shut up", he screams and almost pushes me off the bed. "But you are right. I feel good with her even if it is just over the phone up until now", he admits a moment after, "This might sound strange but sometimes I have the feeling she is as helpless as me."
"Helpless? You are not helpless."
"You're wrong. I mean I know what I want from my life. I want to make art, but I am so confused when it comes to my feelings. I know they are confusing for everyone but I don't fit into the hetero-normative box anymore since you showed up. I probably never did. Even before that just didn't notice."
I guess I never realized how much I changed Mick's life. I mean I knew that turned his view on the world inside out, but it never occurred to me that it might haven't been an unexpected crash but an inevitable change. Something that would have happened sooner or later.
It sounds like destiny. Do I believe in destiny? Mmmh, not really.
"Then I have to really think about an outfit for you to impress her", I make a note for myself.
"I trust you on that."
"I'll do my best", I say and then halt for a second. "And Thomas and Angel? You want to meet them?", I ask with a little hesitation.
"Of course. I want to meet the man that wrapped you, the incubus, a creature of pleasure, around his finger", he says mimicking my voice at the incubus part.
"I don't sound like that", I protest.
"Maybe not but you like to say that", he defends himself and then makes another attempt at mocking me: "I am an incubus, a creature of pleasure."
"Idiot", I say and hit him. "But seriously you want to meet them?!"
"Yes. You talk about both of them all the time and of course, I want to meet my best friend's boyfriend."
"Okay, then I will invite them sometime."
"But make sure you speak with Thomas about this beforehand", he takes my hand in his and holds them both up. I understand. He wants me to tell Thomas about the maybe unusual relationship I have with him and Andrew. "I don't want to be the center of his wrath when he gets jealous."
"I will, I babysit Angel tonight. I can talk to him then."
Mick squeezes my hand making me aware that our fingers are still intertwined. Then he rolls to his side and puts his head in my chest and his leg over mine.
"Do you think Andrew will be okay?", he whispers. I go through his hair with my free hand.
"I think so. He is way stronger than we think. You heard him in the car. He was more scared about his parents forcing him to come home than about the whole break-in. In the car when you talked with the cops he told me that there wasn't anything valuable in the apartment anyway."
"I'm glad", Mick whispers and then I just hear calm breathing. A moment later he is asleep and I follow him into dreamland.
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Sensuality
General Fiction#book2 | Koda is still not sure if telling Thomas his secret was a good idea. His other half backs away again, but Koda refuses to break down. Again. Now that his two best friends know about him being an incubus, a being of pleasure, they can suppor...
