Britney was long gone by the time Rio and Jay woke up on Sunday morning. She'd found a stray piece of paper and a pencil, and she'd left a handwritten note for them on the kitchen counter: 'Hey guys. Thank you so much for looking after me last night. I don't know what I would've done last night if not for you. Jay, I really like you. I know I've only known you for a short while, and I hid it at work, but I wanted you so bad. There's no point hiding it anymore, now that I know you're taken. I'm so happy to know that you're in an awesome relationship. And Rio, if your enormous dick ever takes a wrong turn, just know that I'm gonna be waiting to pounce on Jay. Just kidding! I love that you two are together. Anyway, hope to see you both again next time I lose my keys! See you at work tomorrow, Jay... xxx Britney'
Jay slowly drifted out of sleep. Rio was still hugging him. He slowly extricated himself from Rio's warm, sleepy embrace to check on Britney. She wasn't in the spare room; he assumed she'd woken early and left. He found her note in the kitchen and knew she'd gone to meet a locksmith so she could get back inside her apartment. After reading it, he took a quick piss, then went back to bed. Rio was still sleeping. He lay down beside him, and within a minute or two, Rio's heavy arms had embraced him as before.
Jay sighed. Rio snored.
Jay felt Rio's safe embrace as he thought about Britney. It had been a long time since Jay and his previous girlfriend broke up, and apart from a couple of one-night stands he regretted, he hadn't hooked up with a woman since then. Sex with Rio was awesome, and he loved watching football with him, but was Rio giving him everything he needed in life? Jay had a deep love of books that Rio didn't share, and he'd always wondered what it'd be like to be in a relationship with someone who loved literature as much as himself. He imagined Britney and himself sitting at opposite ends of their shared couch, touching feet, each absorbed in their own book; he knew that'd probably never happen with Rio unless he was reading that fucking thesaurus! He thought sex with Britney would be fulfilling, but on the other hand, nothing could ever compare to the feeling of being filled up by Rio's gigantic penis. And while Britney was exactly the kind of chubby, feisty chick that Jay lusted after, Rio's body was godlike in just about every sense.
The last thought that pulsed through his mind before he closed his eyes and went back to sleep was 'I don't know what to do.'
*
They woke up late in the morning. Jay was relatively sombre, and not really interested in conversation. Rio made a light breakfast for them both, and they sat at the kitchen bench, silently munching food and sipping coffee. Rio could tell there was something weighing heavily on Jay's mind. He caught Jay staring aimlessly out the window once or twice. "You OK, dude?"
Jay snapped back to reality. "Huh? What? Umm... yeah, I'm fine." He looked down at his plate. "Breakfast is really good, thanks man." He sipped his coffee and went back to looking out the window.
Rio wasn't convinced. He suspected Jay's heart was affected by last night. He was true to what he'd said last night -- if Jay wanted to fuck Britney, he had absolutely no problem with that. But did Jay want something else? Was there something missing from Jay's life? Perhaps there was something that Rio wasn't giving him?
Rio thought back to his previous relationship which he'd described to Jay at length. His relationship with his former partner disintegrated because his work became all-consuming, his mental health deteriorated as a result, and his partner felt frozen out of his life. But as far as Rio understood, the current situation wasn't anything like that. Rio's wasn't overloaded with work right now, mentally he felt quite well-balanced, and he couldn't think of anything he'd done lately to push Jay away. And he knew they both loved football.
He didn't have the psychological tools for this. He didn't quite know what to do or say. He worried that Jay was falling for someone else, and that his big dick might not be enough to keep him. Would Rio's world fall apart if Jay walked away? He didn't know. All he could do right now was to be patient.
Jay was still staring out the window. Rio watched him. 'I don't know what to do,' Rio thought to himself.
*
Jay spent his Sunday afternoon sprawled out on the couch with his nose buried in a thick book. Rio went to the gym and pounded some heavy weights to distract himself. His tattooed, beautiful pecs heaved and glistened in the mirror. After burning off some stress and anxiety, he showered and changed. After leaving the gym, he purchased some takeout food home for Jay and himself on the way home.
Rio opened the front door and placed the takeout on the kitchen bench. He sat on the edge of the couch. Jay hadn't moved all afternoon; he was still reading. "Hey, man. Brought some food home for dinner," Rio said.
Jay found his bookmark and closed his book. He looked at Rio and smiled. "Thanks, dude. Food smells good." He leaned in towards Rio. "You smell good too."
"Uhh... thanks, Jay. Showered at the gym."
"Hot." Jay lifted his ass off the couch and kissed Rio. "Thanks for bringing dinner home."
Rio's tongue buried itself in Jay's mouth, but he felt subtle resistance. The gym always made Rio horny, and he felt himself getting hard. He was about to increase the tempo, but Jay broke the kiss to remind him about the dinner he'd brought home which was probably going cold.
Rio cooled his boots. He wasn't sure whether Jay broke the kiss because of the food, or whether the food was an excuse: perhaps he wanted some distance. He brought the food over to the TV table, along with some cutlery and napkins. They dived into spicy Thai takeout. Rio turned the television on, and they watched part of a documentary about bees while they ate. Rio's cock deflated.
"You have a good time last night?" Rio asked.
Jay swallowed a mouthful of stir-fried noodles. "Guess so."
Rio had hoped for a more expansive answer than that. "What do you mean?" he probed.
Jay took another mouthful of vegies. He chewed thoughtfully. "I don't really know."
Rio looked at Jay. He was clearly absorbed in an internal dialogue, and not yet ready or willing to talk about last night.
They ate side by side, in silence. Rio dropped a heavy hand onto Jay's knee. He wasn't sure what else to do. Jay forced himself to smile.
Rio couldn't understand Jay's behaviour or response. While Britney was in the shower last night, he told Jay that he loved him. Didn't that mean anything to him? Did it fall on deaf ears, or was it too late? Was it too long between last night, and the last time he'd said those few words, many months ago? Rio had drifted off to sleep last night confident that Jay knew where he stood with him, but on reflection, he wasn't sure whether he and Jay were on the same page right now.
Rio's thought processes stopped at the crucial question. 'Do I *really* love Jay?' he thought to himself, 'or am I just saying that I do?' It was a deep question, as deep as the deepest ocean, and he couldn't answer it.
"You can fuck her whenever you want, you know," Rio blurted. Jay stared at him, anger building up inside. The momentary silence that followed was like fingernails being dragged down a chalkboard. "I mean... you know that already, right? I said it last night."
Jay tensed up. To him, the words 'you can fuck her whenever you want' implied Rio had some kind of control over Jay's sex life, almost as if he needed Rio's imprimatur to hook up with Britney (or indeed anyone else), when Rio's intention was to convey the exact opposite meaning. Jay took a deep breath. "Why'd you say that again just now, Rio?"
Rio sighed. "Because I just get this sense that she's on your mind right now." They both knew who Rio was talking about.
