Ch. 06: The day after is a walk in the park for Dustin and Gabe
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The next morning felt like a dream. I opened my eyes, feeling disoriented as the vision set in and I looked around to see where I was. Yeah I'd been in Gabe's bedroom thousands of times- but I've never seen it while laying in his bed like this after the night we had. The posters on the wall and the clothes piled in one of the corners- everything that told a story about him,
I was seeing it from a different perspective.
I was suddenly aware of my near naked state as I clung onto the sheets, feeling a bit too exposed. I turned, seeing him laying next to me, staring up at the ceiling.
"Hey." I said, hoping my voice wasn't dripping in shock or regret.
"I didn't know what to do." He replied, still staring up. "I didn't want to have you wake up and freak out because we were both here." He paused, "But I also didn't want to sneak off and have you thinking that I was trying to hide."
"So I just stayed here, waiting for you to wake up."
I turned and he did the same so we faced each other. "We do that a lot, you know?"
"Do what?"
I smiled, "We're never quite sure how we should act around each other, but we know we can't be apart for too long."
Gabe took my hand, "You're the most important person in my life, Dust." He let his fingers rub against my palm like he was trying to read it. "And I've spent a good chunk of time feeling guilty about how my sexuality has torn my family apart." He sighed, "And I spent even longer trying to deny how I feel about you in fear I'll lose you for good."
He looked, piercing me with those bright blue eyes and holding onto my hands like they were the most valuable thing he had. "This is me telling you that I'm trying. And begging you to not give up on me."
I paused, steadying my heart beat and forcing myself not to get my hopes up. "I need you to be clear about what you're saying."
"I want to be with you, Dust." He said softly, "I know that we can't just forget the past few years and everything we said yesterday, but I think we both owe it to ourselves to give it a chance."
I nodded, feeling way too emotional in that moment. I could feel apprehension creeping over my shoulder, reminding me of all the nights I spent weeping into a pillow because I thought I wasn't good enough for him. Seventeen year old me would be jumping for joy at the thought of Gabe wanting to be with me. But 26 year old Dustin has been burned before. He's cautious and scared, but I'd be lying if I said he wasn't willing to risk it all for Gabe.
He sees me getting choked up and pulls me into a hug, "Nope, no crying! I don't think I can take another emotionally draining day, Dust!" He says as he laughs.
I laugh with him too and wipe away the stray tears that managed to come out. "I'm just happy, Gabe. I've wanted this for the longest time."
"I'm sorry it took me so long." He says as we compose ourselves. We're still in bed, wearing nothing but boxers with his blanket cast off on the floor. This is the most exposed we've ever been- and yet somehow it feels safe.
"I know."
I don't tell him that it's okay it took so long, or show any indication that I'm mad. I just acknowledge his apology and continue to hold onto him. Gabe and I aren't perfect, and I don't want to start whatever this is by shoving all our baggage under the bed.
He gives me a kiss on the forehead and pulls me out of bed. We stand there for a few minutes as he fixes the blanket and I place the pillows back on top. He's clearly checking me out, and the slight smile from his face tells me he likes what he sees. We're almost never in this state of undress- again, it's one of my rules for crushing on your best friend. But neither of us seem to be complaining.
I follow Gabe to the bathroom where he hands me a new toothbrush. We awkwardly pack into the small space and do a little dance of reaching for the toothpaste and using the sink, but eventually we make it work. We make eye contact through the mirror and the both of us start chuckling. It feels weird- but in a good way.
He leads us into the kitchen and takes out two containers from the food that Grace packed for him. I reach for the orange juice in the fridge and bring it to his dining table along with two glasses. Gabe comes over after heating up the food and makes a show of pushing the other chair close to me. I watch as he sits while giving me a wink before revealing a single serving of pancakes with bacon as well as an omelette filled with mushrooms and tomatoes.
We eat as he looks over, "Grace and Andy really outdid themselves. I kinda feel bad for being such a dick to her back in high school."
I shake my head, "The amount of times she'd complain to my mom about you always being at the house."
He laughs, "I don't even know why I messed with her so much. I guess I just figured that's what you were supposed to do-" he shrugs, "annoy the older sister."
I smile, "I'm just glad I don't have to play mediator any more." I say as he holds out a fork for me to take a bite. "Though I'm pretty sure she likes you better now."
"That's impossible." He says quickly, "You're better than me in every sense."
I don't correct him or try to turn it around. The truth is, it's nice to hear Gabe think so highly of me. I lean in and rest on his shoulder for a second as he takes my hand and traces the creases of my palm. There's no kissing or anything inappropriate, but it's intimate, and it's the closest I've ever felt to him.
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Gabe is off doing the dishes when I get a call from Grace.
"I need a huge favor." She says, emphasizing huge.
I chuckle, "What's up, sis?"
She sighs, "So Andy and I have to meet with this potential Day Care for Mikey and the girls refuse to go to Mom and Dad's-" I can hear stress in her voice as she continues, "they said they'd rather spend the afternoon with you."
"No way" I said, a little surprised.
"Yup. Ella specifically said she'd rather go to her Uncle Dustin's."
I chuckle to myself, feeling a bit proud. I reply, "Of course. I'll take them."
"Are you sure? I can always take them to Mom and Dad's- it's just the last time Lizzie got freaked out at that painting that mom has in the guest room and Ella always complains that Dad never cuts the crust off her grilled cheese-"
"Grace" I say, causing her to slow down and breathe. "It's no problem. I'm just with Gabe right now and I can wait for you to drop them off.'