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Josh had always assumed Charles had come out. Charles' friends were Metis, who before dating him Josh had always thought was Emo and only remembered him as being 'that guy who kind of turned me on and I punched him in the face', and those theatre kids. Not even on stage theatre kids, they all worked BACKstage. Oh, and Samuel, who spent most of his time frustrating his teachers by reading bodice rippers. So, Josh had always assumed Charles was out. If you couldn't admit to being gay while hanging with THAT kind of crowd…
Even then, even if Charles is like, bi, or something, Josh had always kind of assumed Charles was the type of dick to kiss and tell. And judging from the way Charles acted around Metis, pushing Josh's goddamn BUTTONS, Josh really had thought that Charles had told them all about the time he sucked the big bad jock off at the beach. Granted, it hadn't been Charles crowning moment of glory. It was sophomore year, at the annual 'school's out' beach party. Josh had been an up and coming jock, and Charles had been the same anti-social douchebag he always was. Looking back, Josh has no idea why Charles was at the party. They'd both been drunk on smuggled booze, and Josh had stumbled off to pee.
He had kind of walked in on these two guys in the middle of a session. You know, sucking each other off. Josh's approach had scared the one guy (Blowee? Receiver?) off, and he'd stared blankly at Charles face. It was dark, but there was still faint glow from the firelight filtering through the scraggly trees, and light from the full moon.
"Gotta pee." He'd grunted. Maybe it was bravado, or stupidity, or horniness, or just being drunk, but he just pulled it out right there in front of Charles and started taking a piss.
And well… things happened.
So every time Josh makes a joke about asking Charles out, or dating Charles, or hitting on Charles… he expects to get called on it. Josh doesn't joke about it often, but what with Charles being the dark side to Metis' moon, Charles comes up now and again. Sometimes he makes jokes about it when Charles is in the room, and misses the dark flash to Charles' eyes completely.
Ah well. One day he's sure Charles' will come out of the closet.
Even then, even if Charles is like, bi, or something, Josh had always kind of assumed Charles was the type of dick to kiss and tell. And judging from the way Charles acted around Metis, pushing Josh's goddamn BUTTONS, Josh really had thought that Charles had told them all about the time he sucked the big bad jock off at the beach. Granted, it hadn't been Charles crowning moment of glory. It was sophomore year, at the annual 'school's out' beach party. Josh had been an up and coming jock, and Charles had been the same anti-social douchebag he always was. Looking back, Josh has no idea why Charles was at the party. They'd both been drunk on smuggled booze, and Josh had stumbled off to pee.
He had kind of walked in on these two guys in the middle of a session. You know, sucking each other off. Josh's approach had scared the one guy (Blowee? Receiver?) off, and he'd stared blankly at Charles face. It was dark, but there was still faint glow from the firelight filtering through the scraggly trees, and light from the full moon.
"Gotta pee." He'd grunted. Maybe it was bravado, or stupidity, or horniness, or just being drunk, but he just pulled it out right there in front of Charles and started taking a piss.
And well… things happened.
So every time Josh makes a joke about asking Charles out, or dating Charles, or hitting on Charles… he expects to get called on it. Josh doesn't joke about it often, but what with Charles being the dark side to Metis' moon, Charles comes up now and again. Sometimes he makes jokes about it when Charles is in the room, and misses the dark flash to Charles' eyes completely.
Ah well. One day he's sure Charles' will come out of the closet.