**Demetrius speaks on what happened after two weeks of he and his longtime partner Jose not being on speaking terms, as he was ready to implode. Jose missed Demetrius' "flavor," and Demetrius knew it, and so Jose did something about it. **
Words hurt. Words hurt to where sometimes there's no point of return, or they at least cut deep to where you need time to think about what was said. Jose had that power, as he and I got in a heated argument over the actions of his youngest daughter, as he and I were heading out to dinner on a Friday and I overheard their conversation, as the little spoiled bitch was being ungrateful after he shelled out a large amount of money to get her car fixed.
"Just because you speak in Spanish doesn't mean I don't understand the words," I told him, as that was his go-to whenever he didn't want to "reveal" what was being said when he was agitated.
Jose, a 58-year-old proud Mexican, rarely spoke the language around me for I usually don't make him angry, as we live a happy, prosperous relationship regardless of any hiccups, but on this night, he tried to put me in my place. We made it to the restaurant, and even cut the engine, but the discussion between him and I heated up to where he cursed me out in, you guessed it, Spanish. I got out of his pickup right as a rain began to fall, and called an Uber to take me home, with me asking the driver to stop at a fast food joint before dropping me off. He came home later, with my favorite meal from where we were originally going in a container, only for him to lay beside me in bed, devour it, and act as if I wasn't beside him. The pettiness continued to where I'd end up laying on the couch in the living room, and each morning, showering before him, and in the evening showering after him which was different from our normal pace of showering together as we both would leave the house, and return from work usually the same time. I hated it, but what he spewed from his mouth had me so scorn that I pretended I had a roommate more than a lover, someone I cherished for the past 10 years of our lives.
"Currently living with a 35-year-old that acts like he's 10. Would love to have someone who carries themselves like an adult."
I went online at the very site we met a week after our argument, just scrolling profiles and looking for jerk off material when I came across his, as most likely he was doing the same as me. He had that statement as a disclaimer, and I lost my hard on as now I was engaged in thinking about exiting our relationship altogether. I went up to the bedroom to find him fast asleep post climax as he had his dick in his hand, softened, and littered with his sperm since he got off, and that only made me more angry. I canceled the thought of leaving him and downgraded to aggravation, then carried on, until two weeks passed and that Friday morning, he came downstairs and spoke to me.
"Good morning," parted from his lips.
I spoke, then turned my back to him and was now facing the back of the couch as I was first stretched out watching television.
"So you're gonna keep this shit up," he asked.
"So you're gonna apologize, or come down here hot," I asked.
He didn't say a word, and instead headed back upstairs, and I'd hear the shower run minutes later as I wanted, needed nothing more than for this to stop. I hadn't so much as kissed, sucked, fucked, tasted, or even touched my man in the time we were in separate solitude. Jose was more than my lover, he was my true ace in the hole that "got me" despite our age difference, as even when I pounded him out, or he was rimming me it was always love, whereas when we first met, it was pure lust. While he was in the shower my mind retracted back to when we first met, as it was at a bar in Norfolk, and there was a group of us drunken, gay guys barking back and forth about music, when he insulted me.
