Page 47 of Your Only Fan
Ezra
“So when are you leaving?” Julian asks as we walk to Espresso Blues and stand in line for a coffee.
“This Friday. As soon as I hand in my last paper, I’m flying to Portugal,” I say.
“Oh, that’s soon. You lucky motherfucker. You get to fuck Mediterranean boys under the Mediterranean sun eating Mediterranean food.” He drools.
I nod at the guy in front of us who turns around and gives us a curious look and glare at Julian myself.
“Keep it down, will you?”
“What? What’s wrong? Everyone knows what you do and there’snothingwrong with what you do. Sounds like some people need to get a grip.” He aims that last sentence to the guy in front of us and delivers it with added emphasis.
“Yeah, still. Keep it PG, please,” I mumble and elbow him in the ribs.
“Fine. Fine. Do you want to get a taste ofthischocolate before you go?” he asks nonchalantly.
I glare at him again and he rolls his eyes.
“What? What did I say? You used to enjoy some Julian time before you met that Cum Junkie or whatever his name is.”
We get another glance from the guy in front of us, and I have to rub my eyes so that I don’t hurt my friend.
“Seriously?” I tell him when I’ve calmed myself.
“Sorry,” he says, obviously not sorry at all. “You know I love talking about bodily fluids.”
I grimace in confusion. I have no idea what he’s talking about, but the guy removes himself from the line and we end up one step closer to caffeination.
“Finally. I thought he was never going to leave,” Julian says with a snarky smile.
I shake my head and try to hide my own smile.
“Seriously? All that to get rid of a prude?” I ask.
He shrugs.
“What? This line is dragging, and I need coffee!”
“You’re crazy. And to answer your question, no, I’m fine not sleeping with you before my cruise. I’m actually not even sure I want to go anymore.”
In all honesty, Julian and I have gotten a lot closer over the past few months, and the thought of sleeping with him for fun isn’t as appealing as it used to be.
And add to that the good thing Mr. X and I have going on, and I’m not really in the mood for more sexual escapades.
Hence my second thoughts about the cruise.
“Oh my God! Are you crazy? Think of the girls! The boys! The culture!”
“Well, A, you know I’m not into girls. B, there’s enough boys around here. And C, I doubt I’ll be enjoying any culture on a ship.”
We finally get to the front of the line, and Julian places both our orders before he turns around to me.
“I think someone’s catching feelings for Mr. Anonymous Fuck,” he sings.
“Don’t be stupid,” I glare at him. “How can you catch feelings for someone you can’t see?”
Julian simply stretches his face pointedly, but doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he pays for the coffees and we go stand at the end of the counter waiting for our drinks.
