5x fucked 👀
1.
The first time was all Joseph’s doing. Crowding Robert to a corner at a bar, he’d whispered a time and a place before smoothly moving away and disappearing for the evening, confident that Robert would show up, if only out of curiosity.
And show up he did, at the dead of night just behind the church. Joseph did not speak for once, merely smiling at Robert before leading him into the Church office, decked out in faux tropical decorations.
It was the first of many times Robert would find himself seated in the Margarita Zone with Joseph on his lap.
2.
Meteor showers were a rare treat, an event best shared with those that one cared about the most. They were meant to be moments to be cherished forever, moments for one to contemplate the insignificance of humanity amongst the cosmos.
And contemplate Joseph did, though not on his own insignificance. No, his thoughts were more immediate if there were any going on in that overheated and stimulated mind of his as Robert did his best to make him forget about all else save for the throbbing heat between his legs and the bruising grooves of the bed of his beat up truck.
3.
It was Robert’s house this time. Margaritas were made to go with pasta that never did make it out of the package. Leaning against the countertop and sipping his fifth glass of Joseph’s preferred beverage, Robert almost looked serene were it not for the tightness of his fingers over the glass and the blonde head between his spread legs, making far too many sloppy noises than was proper to go with his masterfully-made cocktail.
4.
It was the last time. It was going to be special, a parting gift for what had admittedly was always supposed to stay just one night. At sea in Joseph’s yacht, there were prying eyes, no overextended ears--just the two of them side by side, watching the waves roll by.
Joseph was the one to start as usual, tugging Robert by the sleeve of the blue sweater he’d worn for extra warmth. The tug was innocent enough, but the kiss that followed was something else entirely.
Clothes were stripped without ceremony and in a matter of minutes, Joseph had Robert right where he wanted: tied up the the ship’s wheel, which steered his yacht haphazardly at every thrust, deeper and deeper into the wide open sea.
5.
The last time was never the last. A year went by, maybe more, but the two found themselves again in one another’s arms. This time Robert tore his own sweater from Joseph’s shoulders as they once more alighted upon that cursed yacht.
Joseph was smiling again, as always, but soon that smile twisted into something much more palatable when rough hands yanked down khaki shorts, belt and all.
Robert was not anywhere near as good as Joseph when it came to knots, but his knots served their purpose in the ship’s cabin, allowing him to do the tormenting for once and making Joseph be the one to beg and scream.
