Author's note:
This is my first story here, I hope this goes well. Because I'm the kind of person who just writes, I don't really think of the plot as most writers do. I only know my start, middle, and end -though, that is a plot- so I'm not certain this will flow nicely. I probably have some problems with my on, in, and at and some grammatical errors. English is not my native language, not my 2nd but 4th. Though, I'm not using that as an excuse since I'm quite good at it. I intended the name to be Jae not Jay, but you pronounce it the same. Just some clarification, he's been away for 6 years, but they weren't together for 7 years, I just thought that it might confuse people.
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It's mid-afternoon and Jae found his boyfriend's house unlocked. Tray asked him to come this afternoon and help him with something. He called out for him, but nobody answered. The couch pillows are somewhat jumbled, it seemed like somebody was here awhile ago.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
He thought that he must be watching porn and fell asleep, since he didn't receive any answer. He sneakily climbed the stairs to Tray's room, hoping to scare him; he didn't know that he'll be the one caught in disbelief.
There are two rooms in Tray's house: both are upstairs, one for him the other for guests. The closer he gets, the louder the groans and moans become. Tray's door stood ajar - the first thing you can see is the bed - Jae was about to open it when he caught a figure on top of his boyfriend's bed. He watched silently since he's too sure it's not Tray. He leaned closer, opening it slightly, a woman. His jaw drop recognizing who the girl is, it's not just any woman, it's his cousin, Hana, and for Santa's love they're having sex!
Who's screwing who, he can't really see nor does he care about that. He swiftly get out of the house, searching for his keys because for all he cares he wants to get out of there quickly.
Jae opened his eyes, he can't tell if he fell asleep or what, but right now he's in a middle of fucking which his partner didn't really notice that he was out of it. It was a dream, the whole scenario was, or more like a reminiscence.
"Ooooh fuck! Shit you're so tight," Jake said, he's apparent sex partner for the night, but all Jae can see now is that he's helping the guy jerk off. He can feel Jake coming.
'Thank god,' Jae thought.
Soon enough Jake blew his load off, he didn't pull out until his dick goes limp. "That was so good, let's do this next time," Jake told him.
Jae got up, grabbing some tissues from the night table, he stood up and said, "Sorry, I'm going back."
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Exhausted, Jae lays on his bed, he's already 26 now. He's going back, after 6 years he'll be back to U.S. the day after tomorrow, 6 years away from Florida's heat. He ran away, not from his parents but from Tray. For 1 year, he tried avoiding him - near from him - trying to finish his school. He intended living with Tray and work in his company. Tray didn't seem to know why he broke up with him and continued pursuing him. He changed his number, cut all ties with whoever are friends with the both of them except for his sister, and slammed his door on him; none of it work. He begged his father to let him go to England, and continue college in Oxford. His dad thought he's finally thinking about things, they knew he's gay.
Jae was trying to run from the heartache, too dramatic, he knew it is, but there was nothing he could do. It wasn't because it was with his cousin, Hana, but with a girl. Him and Hana don't get along well in the first place; he doesn't care about the girl either, they were just blood related; and he knew how itchy the girl was to his ex-boyfriend. What ache was Tray is straight, even after their 4 months relationship, he's still straight, he's not even bi. Tray made him believed that he loves him enough to disregard that he's a guy, a man, with the same genitals as him. Maybe if Tray was fucking a guy he would be happy, he's always been aloof towards Jae's gay/bi friends. He would always tell him that he's the only exception, it made him special in a way he can't fathom. Because surely, there's something wrong with Tray's morals. Though, Jae can understand, Tray was brought up in a religious Catholic family; he can only accept them as having their own free will to love anyone, but he can't see himself with them just with Jae.
Tray's memories and supposedly unending love brought Jae to tears. His sweet words, auburn hair, hazel eyes, his body(especially his triceps), his you-know-what, he missed it all. He can't believe how madly he'd fallen in love, it was to quick like a breath, too deep like a well that will never be reach, ever again. He wants Tray, but can't forgive him. When he was 15, he resolved that he will never forgive whoever hurts him; he already received too much heartache, forgiving his parents too many times for breaking their promises, for doting his sister too much - which he can't blame her for since she's sick - and he's the kind of person who stands by his morals, once he makes a decision that's it.
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Jae landed in LaGuardia Airport on Sunday, October 4th at exactly 6:55 am, he didn't told anyone he's coming back. He settled at Sheraton Hotel just for 2 days and got some rest.
Though being gay, he was never called a fag or whatever. He's smart but not a geek, used to be athletic but he broke his patella on his right leg; therefore, enabling him to do strenuous activities, plus the fact that his parents are rich; he's very friendly and a leader that's why people like him, girls and guys alike. Not actually those, he know for fact it's because he's good looking, he's gorgeous, he knows that. It's human nature to be soft towards those who they think looks good, not minding who they are and what they are. Whether they have talents or lack thereof. He stood 5'10 with bright brown eyes, and black hair. He won't argue that he has some feminine features, his eyes are big and his lips are pinkish and thin like a girl, but he has a well built body, not that of a body builder's or athlete's, but sculptured enough to be proud of even with straight guys. Though there are just certain people who are quite insular.
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He kept ringing the doorbell at their California house, but nobody was answering, not even a helper or a butler. A silver GT-R SpecV, which he quite knew who the owner is, stopped in front of the house.
"Jae!!!" The woman shouted his name more like shrieked it. She hugged him tightly like they haven't seen for years, just for 8 months actually.
"I can't breath, Chesca," he said through gritted teeth. Francesca, his older sister by two years. She has a slender 5'8" body with black hair as he does but gray eyes. She's gorgeous, of course, she's his sister.
"Why is nobody here?" He asked.
"Oh...cause...like you know. Well, we knew you were coming, and you know I know you more than anybody else do. So of course...we're having a welcome party for you!!!!" She finally said, she knows him and knows well how he hated those kind of formal parties. There's nothing he can do, he's been gone for a while.
They're having the party at his parents house, apparently, that was his sister's house. The room was packed all through the garden up to 2nd floor. It was crowded and too much for his taste, he greeted his parents, hugged his mom and his dad patted his back. Unfortunately, he saw Hana, he avoided her as much as possible. It's already late in the evening, around 11. He excused himself with his sister and went straight at his sister's house since he needed rest.
Once on the bed he exclaimed, "This is life!" He closed his eyes, and Chesca brushed his cheeks.
