Chapter 21: Rally
I walked to King's
Cross station and got on the Piccadilly line to go back home. As the
train pulled into Leicester Square, however, I jumped up and exited, suddenly
realizing that home was the last place I wanted to be. Ashok would be
waiting for me, wanting to hear what happened, and how could I confess that I
still hadn't told H. anything and still had no answer for what our relationship
would be going forward? He saw me as his hero, his protector. I
couldn't bear to have him see me as the weak, pathetic bastard I really was.
Before I could even think about going home I needed something to dull my pain,
and I knew I could find it in liquid form in any number of SoHo pubs.
I walked aimlessly,
trying to avoid places where I might meet someone I knew. I wanted to
drown my sorrows without having to provide any explanations or accepting
anyone's pity. I finally settled on Admiral Duncan, and sat myself at one
end of the front bar, away from other patrons. The barman poured the pint
of lager I requested. I downed it in several big gulps and told him to keep
them coming. The second went down almost as quickly. Since I'd skipped
lunch to get to the Grimmauld house on time, the alcohol hit me fast and
halfway into my third pint I began to feel light headed. Undaunted, I propped
up my head with my hand and continued drinking, although at a slower pace. The
bar wasn't crowded and most guys were wise enough to read my body language and
leave me alone. A couple tried to offer me other ways to forget my
problems, but I sent them both away with a scowl and a barked, "Fuck
off." I was having a grand time at my pity party of one, and needed
no additional company.
It was a couple of
hours and countless pints later that I heard the ring of my mobile. I glanced
at the display, the characters swimming in front of my eyes for a moment before
I could make out Greg's name. I gave the phone a wry smile, wondering how
my best mate always seemed to know when I needed him most. I drained the last
of the beer in my glass, and picked up the phone.
"Yeah?" I
answered, my voice thick.
"Where are
you?"
"Admiral
Duncan," I told him because at this point I was pissed enough there was
little point in hiding.
"Why are you
at Admiral Duncan?"
"Because I
didn't want to run into anyone I knew while I got pissed up," I explained,
speaking slowly and thinking that this should have been obvious.
"Sounds like
you're well on your way," he commented
"Then there's
one thing I did well tonight," I proclaimed, emptying the contents of my
pint glass.
"Safe to
conclude things did not go so well with H., then?"
"Could say
that," I acknowledged. No wonder he was a fucking journalist.
"And would you
say that?"
"I did say
that," I was starting to feel offended at the trick questions.
"What
happened?"
I chuckled.
This was not a trick question. This one was easy to answer. "I
was going to talk to him. I wanted to talk to him, but I just, I really
needed him, you know?"
"I know,"
he sounded as disappointed in me as I felt. I gulped down some beer to
make me feel better.
"I got there
half past twelve. It was a bitch of a day at work and I was running late,
but I still made it there on time. I skipped lunch," I hiccupped.
"That explains
a lot," he murmured. I wasn't sure if that bit as intended for me, so I
ignored it.
"I waited for
him. I waited and waited. At half past four, I finally decided to
go," I continued.
"Four
hours!" in his voice I heard a reflection of my outrage and it made me a
little weepy and sentimental. Greg was such a good mate. I could always
count on him to understand and amplify my righteous indignation.
"I know!
I imagined the worst. I finally decided to go home, have dinner,
and then do a tour of London hospitals to look for him, or call Ginny, or
something. I don't remember now," I let out a small belch. "But
when I walked out the door, there he was, coming up the street, sweet as you
please. Briefcase over his shoulder. Necktie loose the way he
does. Sexy as fuck," I relayed, picturing it in my mind.
Circumstances aside, it was a nice picture. If only it could have
ended with the two of us falling into each other's arms, right there on the
pavement in front of the house, locking lips in a passionate kiss...
"Where had he
been?" Greg's voice brought me out of my fantasy.
"That's what I
asked him. Got caught up at work, he said."
"And he
couldn't call in all that time?" Greg asked.
"Exactly what
I said. He opened the door and motioned for me to go inside, but I stood my
ground. I told him I waited all afternoon for him. My whole bloody life
is nothing but waiting for him. He told me to get in the house so we could talk
in private. He didn't want to row in front of God and everyone, you
see. He didn't want the neighbors to see us together at all. Fancy
that! He'd be happiest if he could get me some invisibility cloak or
shield or something, so no one would ever fucking see me near him."
"I'm sorry,
Rick."
"Yeah, me too.
And I wasn't going to play his game anymore, except then he said we had a half
hour and what was the point in wasting it? And I needed to talk to him,
you know I did, and you know what about," I babbled.
"I know,"
Greg confirmed.
"So, like the
good little lap dog I am, I went back inside," I reported with a defeated
sigh.
"And?"
"He shoved me
against the door and tried to kiss me. Maybe I should have let him. I
wanted to kiss him. When I first got there I imagined him kissing me
exactly like that! But by the time he arrived I was so upset..."
"Sounds like
you still are," he noted.
"I am.
It's true. It's been four weeks. A bloody month! I get so
little of him anyway, and lately I haven't even gotten that! He said it
would be different. He promised! And nothing is different," I
slurred my complaints. "Nothing except Ashy."
"You deserve
so much more, Rick. You deserve someone like Ashok. What happened with
H.?"
"I said, hang
on a minute. I've been here all bloody afternoon. This is really
important to me and I wished like bloody hell it was important to you
too. I mean, him too. I said you too, to him," despite my
efforts, words were not cooperating as they spilled from my lips, tripping me
up in the process.
"I got that.
Go on," Greg urged.
"He said that
our meetings are important to him and I said if that was true he would have
called. The one time I couldn't get away from work, I bloody damn well
called, didn't I? But he just ignored me and asked if I wanted him in my
mouth or my arse!" I recalled.
"Oh, no,"
Greg was understanding.
"Right.
I told him to go home and plug up one of his wife's holes," I
snickered, and then immediately stopped when I realized that this was no joke,
but my reality.
"What did he
say to that?"
"He said he
wouldn't apologize for wanting to be with me and needing me. And I said I
had needs too. I needed to be held, and I needed him to make love to me,
and I needed to hear that he loves me. Instead I get treated like some
cheap, meaningless rent boy," tears filled my eyes as I spoke.
"Rick, I am so
sorry." The pity I heard in Greg's voice only made me feel worse.
"Not half as
sorry as I was, am, fuck!" I exclaimed as my brain muddled up again.
"What was I saying?"
"You were
telling H. you had needs too," he prompted.
"Yeah,"
the clouds in my mind cleared for a moment, "but I could see he didn't
want to hear it, so instead of pounding my head against a brick wall, I
left."
"And he let
you go?"
"He said he
wouldn't chase after me anymore. But he will. You know he
will," I lamented. "He'll lie in wait somewhere, and just when
I've finally convinced myself that it's truly over, he'll pounce again.
That's what he does. It's like a fucking game for him. I'm tired,
Greg. I'm so damn tired of being the fucking mouse."
"You don't
have to be, Rick. Take control," he urged. "The next time he tries to
contact you, just ignore him."
"Oh, that's
bloody brilliant! So glad I have you to make that suggestion. It's not
like I've ever tried that before," bitter sarcasm flowed easily out of my
mouth.
"I know you've
tried before, but just because it didn't work then, doesn't mean it won't work
now. Things are different. You know they are."
I gulped down the
rest of my beer. "I know, and I'm sorry for snapping at you.
It's not your fault I'm so bloody weak. You have always been a good
friend. I love you, mate."
"I love you
too. You know we all do. But, Rick, what are you doing at Admiral
Duncan? Why didn't you go home?" Greg asked.
"I don't want
to go home," I said firmly.
"Why
not? Ashok is waiting for you."
"Precisely
because Ashok is waiting for me," I confessed. "I can't face
him after what happened today."
"You're going
to have to face him sooner or later," he pointed out. I cursed, but
couldn't deny he had the right of it.
"I was
supposed to tell H. about us today, to have a decision. He'll want to
know one way or another, and what can I do? I can't tell him what
happened."
"Why not?
You told me easily enough. He's a compassionate kid. He'll
understand."
"Yeah, I know
he will," I agreed morosely.
"Rick, what am
I missing?" Greg probed.
"Nothing.
It's just..." I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. "Right now he
looks at me the way Vik looks at you or Vince looks at Dré, like I'm the bee's
bollocks, I mean the dog's knees, I mean..."
"I know what
you mean," Greg cut in. "Why do you think that will change if you
tell him what happened?"
"Because then
he'll see me for the whipped arsehole I am, and he'll start looking at me the
way you all do. Don't you think I know that every time any of you look at
me you think 'that poor, miserable bastard'?" I challenged.
"It'll kill me to see that look in his eyes."
Greg took a long
time to reply. "If he looks at you like that tonight, it will be because
of what you've done to yourself, not because of what happened with H. And
my guess is he won't even do that. He'll be too worried about you and too
eager to make you better to bother judging you. He cares about you, Rick,
a lot, and nothing that happened today is going to change that. He's
already frantic with worry. He made dinner for you and grew concerned
when you didn't get home when you said you would. He finally called me
because he didn't know what else to do."
"Oh,
shit. I forgot about that," I admitted, chagrined that I had just
done to Ashok what H. had done to me earlier today. "I didn't mean
to make him worry. So sweet, Ashok is. And kind, and so beautiful."
"Then what are
you doing crying into your beer?" he demanded.
"You have to
ask? It tears me up, Greg. Ashy is so sexy and sweet, all I want is
to show him all the different ways I can make him feel good. But I still
love H. and I don't want to be unfaithful to him, at least not any more than I
already have been, not without telling him," I corrected. "I owe it
to him to let him know, give him a chance..."
"A chance for
what?" he asked rhetorically. "You know how I feel about that,
Rick. H is certainly not faithful to you. You didn't bear his
children. And it isn't like he even feels badly about it. Just
expects you to tolerate it, doesn't he?"
"That's my
life right there. The man I love treats me like something he stepped in
and the guy staying with me treats me like a bloody king when I have nothing to
offer him. I don't know what to do, Greg." I rubbed my head, which
hurt from my attempts to think logically through the alcohol induced
haze.
"Rick, go
home! Let Ashok take care of you. You know he wants to. Wait
a minute. How pissed are you?"
"I’m pretty
arseholed, mate," I admitted.
"If I were in
the country I would collect you myself," Greg said, sounding
distressed.
"Bloody
Hell! I completely forgot. How is Viktor?" I asked when it
finally dawned on me that Greg was calling from Austria.
"He feels good
all over," my friend leered. I could hear in his voice how happy he
was to finally be with his husband after their long training camp
separation.
"Ha!" I
slapped the bar with my open palm. "I'll just bet he does. You
are so funny, Greg."
"Rick, I'm
going to call Vince. Will you stay there until he comes to collect
you?" he asked.
"The only way
I'm getting off this stool by myself now is if I fall off," I
admitted. Even sitting in one place, the bar was beginning to spin.
"Right
then. I'll ring you right back," he said as he ended the call.
I put the phone on the bar again and lowered my head to rest my face on the
cool wooden surface.
"How're you
doing, mate?" I heard a low, sexy voice above me. I opened one eye
to see the barman. He was sexy enough, but I wasn't looking and he hadn't
shown any particular interest either.
"Smashing!"
I told him. "Couldn't be better."
"Right.
Might be time to think about heading home," he advised.
"I was just
discussing that with my friend," I said, lifting my head and pointing to
the phone. "Only, you see, I may have some trouble walking."
"Shall I call
you a cab?"
"I think my
friend is taking care of that," I remembered. Just then the phone
rang again. "Oh, there he is," I said, noting Greg's number and
picking up the phone to answer.
"Greg!
It's nice here. I wish you could come have a drink with me," I told
him.
"Rick,
listen. Vince is coming to collect you. He'll be there in just a
few minutes."
"That's fine
then. Gives me time for one more."
"Rick, is the
barman nearby? Could I possibly have a word with him?" Greg
asked.
"Ere!
Oy!" I called to get the barman's attention. He had walked off when
I took Greg's call. "Hi," I gave him a sexy smile when he walked
over. "Could I get another pint, please? And this is my very good
friend Greg. He would like to speak to you," I said, handing him my
mobile.
The barman seemed
suspicious, but he took the phone. "Yes?...This is Drake."
I tried to pay
attention as he and Greg conversed, but hearing only one side of the
conversation and having to guess at the other soon exhausted me and I tuned him
out until he was pushing the phone back into my hand.
"He seems
nice," I told Greg.
"He does
rather," my friend agreed.
"I'm just
going to wait for Vince, right?"
"You do that,
Rick. Would you like me to stay on the phone until he gets there?"
"No," I
said as I pulled forward a cup of coffee that Drake placed in front of me.
"Thanks, Drake. Hang on a minute. He gave me a
coffee. Did you do that?" I asked Greg.
"I did,"
Greg confirmed. "Might be the best thing for you just
now."
"S'okay.
Got more at home. God, I could do with a piddle. Ashok's waiting
for me at home, you know. Sweet little Ashok. I need to get
something in my stomach."
"There's food
waiting for you at home too, Rick," he pointed out.
"Did Ashok
make something? I think he said he would. Yeah, I remember
now. He's a bloody good cook, isn't he? He takes such good care of
me. All I want to do is take care of him, but he takes care of me
too. I want to go to all of Viktor's matches this year. I don't want
to miss even one and I don't bloody care if H comes or not. He probably
won't, anyway. His wife never lets him out of the house, does she?
Wanker. He can just bugger off. Christ I need a piss," I spoke
my thoughts as they occurred to me, unedited. Greg just let me talk,
interjecting a word here and there, more to remind me that he was still
listening than to say anything meaningful. I finished the first cup of
coffee, settled my bill, and was nearly done with the second when I felt a hand
on my shoulder.
"Rick, mate,
pissed up, are we?" Vince said from where he stood beside me.
"Hey!
It's Vince!" I told Greg. I set the phone down and wrapped my arms
around my big friend, pressing my face into his chest.
"Happy to see
you too, mate," he said as he rubbed my back. The embrace felt
better than I would ever admit. I'd needed someone to hold me all
evening. Vince wasn't my first choice, but his hug was warm and
comforting. "Are we settled up?" I heard him ask.
"All
set," the barman confirmed.
"Oh, this is
my good friend Drake," I said, pulling back and slapping my hand to
Vince's chest before shaking my head. "I mean, this is my good friend
Vince, and this is my good friend Drake."
"That's right,
Ricky boy," Vince reached beyond me to pick up my phone from where I put
it when he arrived. "Greg?... I've got him. He's done himself
in alright. I'll pour his pissed arse home," he kept rubbing my back
and let me lean against him as he spoke. "I'd do it for any one of
you and I know you'd do it for me. Night, Greg. Give Viktor a smack
on his arse."
"Ha! They'll
both love that!" I chortled at Vince's suggestion, patting his chest.
Vince pocketed my
phone and helped me get up. "C'mon then, mate. Let's get you
home."
"Hold
up," the room began to spin and I swayed into his solid form. I
swallowed and closed my eyes. Without the visual input, I became acutely
aware of the pressure in my bladder. "I need to point Percy
something terrible."
"Let's make a
quick stop in the loo then," Vince kept his arm around me and steered me
to the toilets, guiding me to stand in front of the urinal and keeping his
hands on my hips.
"Can you get
Percy out yourself?" He asked. I giggled at the thought of Vince
pulling my dick out.
"Wouldn't Dré
love you helping me with that? I think I can manage," I said as I unzipped
and did my thing. Between all the beer and coffee, we stood there for
quite some time.
"Jesus, mate,
you did have to meet the pan," Vince commented as I shook off and zipped
up again.
"I feel so much
better," I said with a sigh, leaning on Vince again.
"Time to get
on home, then."
True to my earlier
assessment, I could barely stay on my feet. Were it not for Vince's
support, I would have never made it out of the pub, much less to where he parked
his car down the street. He helped me slide into the passenger seat and buckled
my seat belt when he noticed I was having trouble matching up the two parts of
the clasp.
"I think I had
one too many," I opined. "You smell good! Is that fried rice?
I'm starving!" I commented as an aroma wafted up my nose.
"I think one
too many is a vast understatement, mate," Vince stood and closed the car
door before walking around and getting behind the wheel on the other
side. "I thought you were going to end it with H.?" he said,
his expression serious. "Why do you let him keep doing this to
you?"
"That is a
brilliant question, Vince," I said, leaning back against the headrest.
"Brilliant question!"
Thankfully, Vince
didn't press me for an answer, just told me to let him know if I started
feeling sick. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them when I felt
his hands on both my shoulders, trying to lift me out of the car.
"What
happened?" I asked, disoriented.
"We're at your
flat, just have to get you upstairs. You fell asleep on the way. Come on, now,
Ashok's waiting for us upstairs."
I frowned. "I
don't know if I can make it up. Maybe I can just stay down here, or sleep
in the park." I didn't want Ashok to see me in the state I was in.
"Don't be
daft. I'm not leaving you in the park, not when you have a comfortable
bed upstairs and a bloke waiting to take care of you. Just help me as
much as you can, and I'll do the heavy lifting."
He propped me up
against the car as he closed the door. I noted he was double parked, his
hazard lights flashing.
"You'll get a
ticket," I pointed out.
"If I do,
you'll be paying for it," he said, unfazed. He put his arms around
my waist and pulled me alongside him, all but hauling me up the stairs to the building's
front door, where he waited for me to find my keys. When I fished them
out, he wisely took them out of my hand and unlocked the front door himself,
guiding me inside. But this time I was sufficiently awake to be less of a
dead-weight as we slowly made our way up to the flat. Ashok stood in the
wide open door, awaiting our arrival. His face was etched with concern,
making me feel like a total shit for causing him to worry.
"He's pretty
far gone," Vince said to the boy. "Want me to help you get him in bed
and strip him down?"
"No,"
Ashok shook his head. "Greg said to give him water and toast and to keep
him awake for a while so he doesn't get too sick."
"All right,
let me deposit him on the sofa, then," Vince agreed.
"I'm not deaf,
you know," I complained, put out at not even being consulted about my own
fate.
"No, just
dumb, as in stupid," Vince said, though his tone was good-natured.
"You're in no position to make any decisions tonight, so just sit and do
as Ashok tells you. And don't give him any trouble, or you'll have me to
answer to, right?...Right?" He asked again with his finger in my face,
when I didn't answer his first question.
"Right,"
I mumbled. "Can't I lie down, though?"
"No!"
Vince said sternly. With a sigh, he sat down beside me. "I can't stay
long, but I'll keep him awake while you get the water and toast. He
mentioned earlier that he was starving. Let's hope he can keep it down."
Ashok scurried into
the kitchen and came back almost immediately with a glass of water and a plate
of toast.
"All right,
down the hatch. Pretend it's a lager, Ricky boy," Vince instructed,
handing me the glass. I started drinking and grimaced at the tasteless
liquid.
"Not
thirsty," I said as I tried to hand the glass back.
"You mistake
me for someone who cares," Vince said. "Eat your toast."
I picked up a piece
of toast and eyed it suspiciously. It looked normal enough, but I felt
absolutely no desire to eat it.
"What about
the fried rice?" I inquired.
"We don't have
any fried rice," Ashok said apologetically.
"And he
doesn't need any," Vince was dismissive. "What did I tell you?
Eat your toast."
I took a bite of
the bread and chewed it a moment before swallowing. Deciding it wasn't
half bad, I took another bite, and then another. Before long I'd devoured
both pieces.
"I'll get
more!" Ashok disappeared into the kitchen again while Vince forced
me to drink more water. He stood when Ashok returned.
"All right,
mate, you'll have to take it from here. I'd best go before they ticket or
tow the car. Call me if he gives you any trouble or if you need anything,
right?"
"I won't give
him any trouble," I grumbled petulantly.
"See that you
don't!" Vince ordered, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.
"You'll be suffering for this tomorrow, I'd wager. Hopefully the lesson
will stick this time."
Ashok set the plate
of toast beside me and followed to lock the door behind Vince. By the
time he returned, I'd finished both pieces.
"You make the
best toast in the world!" I told him, grabbing his hand and lifting the
palm to my lips. "I don't deserve you taking care of me like this.
You'd have every right to be so angry with me."
"I am not
angry. I was worried, and I did not know what to do, so I called Greg.
I hope you are not angry with me," Ashok said, sitting down beside
me.
"How could I
be angry with you? All you've ever done is take care of me. I'm the
one who was a selfish arsehole tonight. Forgive me for not calling and
worrying you?" I implored. "I promise it'll never happen
again."
"There is
nothing to forgive. I am only sorry I could not be there for you earlier."
"Not your
fault. I know you would have been if I'd let you. I was just too cowardly
to come home and tell you..." I paused, still reluctant to make my
confession. I wished there was a way to avoid him seeing what a weakling
I truly was.
"Did he say
no?" Ashok asked quietly, his face full of deep disappointment. "Did
he say I had to move out when you told him about me? About what we did?
Did you tell him I understand how much you love him and would never
interfere with that or try to stop you from being with him? That I only ask for
the time when he can't be with you?"
I shook my head.
"No, Ashy. I didn't tell him any of these things and he didn't say
no."
"Oh!" he
stopped to consider my response. "Are you upset because he did not say no?
Was that what you wanted him to say?" It was obvious that this
possibility was just as painful for him, if not more so. The notion that
I was hurting him, however inadvertently, was quickly sobering me up.
I turned towards
him, apparently too rapidly, and felt the room spin and my head throb
painfully.
"Here,
drink," he said, thrusting the glass of water into my hand. "I will
get more, and an aspirin."
"I don't
deserve you," I muttered. Closing my eyes was only mildly helpful in
reducing the vertigo. Not wanting to disappoint him more, I put the glass to my
lips and drank until it was drained. It was immediately removed from my
hands and replaced by two capsules, which I popped into my mouth and swallowed
with water from a second glass. I drained that glass too, and then finally
opened my eyes. Setting the glass aside, I reached for both of Ashok's
hands.
"Ashy, he
didn't say anything about us, one way or another, because I never had time to
tell him. I didn't come home because I didn't know how to tell you. I
told you I would have an answer today, and then..."
"Rick, it is
okay," he interrupted. To my surprise, he looked relieved instead of
disappointed. "It has been a long time since you saw him, so I understand
why you may not have had time to talk about this."
He didn't get it.
He thought I hadn't said anything to H. because we were too busy having a
grand reunion fuck. Anyone else would have been furious, or at the very
least hurt and jealous, but Ashok seemed happier somehow. It took me a
little time to work out that he had meant what he'd told me about being willing
to share me, and that to him, no answer was better than a negative answer. It
was tempting to let him continue in his misperception. After all, I'd
only told him the truth. It wasn't my fault that he jumped to the wrong
conclusion. The guilt I felt, however, would not let me perpetuate the lie,
however convenient it may have been for me.
"That's not
what happened. H. and I did not have a happy meeting. We rowed about
something else, and I left before I could even bring you up."
He stared at me in
disbelief.
"I'm sorry,
Ashok. I know I should have stayed and told him everything, but I was so
upset..."
He leaned forward
and kissed me, interrupting my speech. His lips were too sweet to resist,
and without thinking I pulled him close to me, responding hungrily. I
fell back on the sofa, pulling him with me so that he was sprawled on top of
me, our lips locked together. I moved my hands to his back, slipping them
beneath his shirt to make contact with his hot skin. My head was spinning
again, but this time it wasn't the alcohol. I could feel him growing harder and
reaching between us to rub me, but considering how much I drank, I doubted that
would yield the desired result. I broke the kiss and looked into his
eyes.
"I don't think
I'm going to be much use to you tonight, Ashy," I told him regretfully.
"Is it okay if we just kiss and cuddle?"
"I would like
that," he said. "Should we go to bed?"
"That's
probably a good idea."
I was a good deal
more sober now, so it was easier to stand. With Ashok's help and using
the wall for partial support I made my way to the toilet. I insisted that
I would be fine by myself and he reluctantly left me to take the dishes back to
the kitchen. I managed to drain my bladder again and brush my teeth before
stumbling into the bedroom and falling onto the bed. I decided to rest
for a moment and must have fallen asleep, because next I became aware of Ashok
pulling off my socks and tugging down my trousers.
"You should
have woken me," I complained, propping myself up on my elbows and taking
note of his nudity. Ashok smiled a little secretive smile as he emptied the
content of my trouser pockets onto the top of the chest, hung up the trousers
and turned back to reach for the waistband of my underpants.
"I probably
would have when I needed to take off your shirt," he shrugged as he pulled
the underpants off me. "Before that, there was no need."
I shook my head and
sat up to take off my dress shirt, which Ashok placed in the laundry basket,
along with my underpants. I shifted on the bed enough to pull back the
covers and slide beneath, while he turned off the light and joined me from the
other side of the bed.
"I set a glass
of water and more aspirin on your nightstand," he said as he snuggled up
to me, "in case you need them in the night."
"You are too
good to me," I told him groggily, with a kiss to his forehead.
I closed my eyes
and was drifting off again when I heard him say, "H. is a
fool." He placed an emphasis on the word is, as if he was indicating his
agreement with someone.
"Why do you
think that?" I asked.
"Oh, you were
not supposed to hear that!" he was alarmed. "I know you love
him. I am so sorry!"
"It's okay.
You're entitled to your opinion. I just wonder why you feel the way you
do." I suspected his impression was based on comments he overheard at Dré
and Vince's.
"He could be
with you all the time if he wanted, but he chooses not to. And when he
does see you after such a long time, he rows instead of loving you. He is
a fool. That is what Pankaj would say."
"Were you
talking to Pankaj just now?" I asked, remembering his tone. Suddenly
I was as uncomfortable as if the third man was actually in the bed with us.
"I do talk to
him sometimes, when I am alone," Ashok admitted. "He was always a good
listener, and gave good advice. I talk to him about you."
Knowing that he
wasn't in bed pining for his dead lover made me feel a little better. "And
you think Pankaj would say H. is a fool?"
"I know he
would say this," Ashok affirmed.
"What if I
told you that I started the row, not him?"
Ashok thought for a
moment, before shaking his head. "It would not matter. I know how much you
missed him and wanted to be with him. You would not have started a row
without a good reason. If he gave you reason to do that, he is just as
big a fool as if he started the row himself."
"I don't know
if I deserve the kind of faith you put in me," I told him.
"You do,"
Ashok stated firmly. "Pankaj would agree."
Great chapter, and i am glad i get to continue to read your stories even if the a**holes on fanfiction don't think its good enough to be there. Can't wait for the next chapter!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, both for the comment and the support! The next chapter will be up in a couple of days. :)
DeleteGreat chapter, Liz. I love Ashok! Rick's growing on me now that he's (I'm hopeful) on the path to take better care of himself and give himself what everyone deserves, a loving partner.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Mel. I love Ashok too! As for Rick, it took him a little while to find the right path, but I think he's on it now. Bear with him for a little while longer :). The next chapter will be posted Satuday.
DeletePoor boys... :( I think this was the last time he let H. hurt him.
ReplyDeleteI loved what Ashok said "He could be with you all the time if he wanted, but he chooses not to. And when he does see you after such a long time, he rows instead of loving you. He is a fool."
Thank you for updating, I can't wait to read more!
Lucy
Hi Lucy! I'm right there with you - Ashok is very wise for someone so young. And I think Rick is finally starting to listen. Maybe it took someone from outside the group to tell him what everyone in their group already knew. Next installment will be up in 2 days. :)
DeletePoor Ashok and poor Rick. Although I'm getting a bit annoyed at the back and forth. Hopefully Rick wakes up before Ashok gets too tired of the whole thing.
ReplyDeleteI know Rick is frustrating in his indecision, but he's been in love with H., or the idea of H., for so long, he's finding it hard to let go. I think Ashok is patient, though, and persistent, too, so just give him a few more chapters and he may be able to work a miracle :). Next installment will post in a couple of days.
DeleteHonestly, I don't see Rick having a problem with the back and forth. Ashok already agreed to enjoy him whenever he wasn't with H. Like I mentioned before, I cannot relate to Rick at all, but I'm sure we will find out what is going on with him by the end of this story. I love your new "love shack" and I'll still be reading no matter where you post. MWAH!
ReplyDeleteoh my new love shack. I LOVE that! :D. It feels nice and comfy in here, too. Much more relaxing not to have to look over one's shoulder all the time in fear of getting caught. lol!
DeleteIt's not easy to understand Rick and his behavior, but I have had many friends like him, who know their partner is not good for them and keep trying to leave, but end up going back time and time again. It takes time to break that kind of an addiction. Rick is taking baby steps, but they seem to be in the right direction. More to come Saturday! :)
Ashok is correct h is a fool yet I would not be that nice. I hope Rick can see that ashok is so much better for him. And stay away from h. Vince is funny he is a good guy.
ReplyDeleteAshok is very much right, and hopefully Rick will listen. And thank you for mentioning Vince. He is such a good guy! He's my "Garrett" of this story. I'm not so secretly so in love with him :). Though I do picture him very differently from the way he was portrayed in HP - both in the books and movies. Thanks for the feedback and hope you enjoy the next installment Saturday.
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ReplyDeleteIm so glad to see the alerts system work and we get to keep enjoying your amazing words :-D
I don't understand Rick's love for H never have, but people say love is blind so that's the only explanation for me. The description R himself gave as being the mouse and H toying every time he tries to get away is so apt, he should see is not love but a desire to own him and exert his control, the selfish bastard.
Ashok is too perfect for words, can't wait for next one to see what is Rs thoughts in the light of day and pass the hangover he's sure to suffer. Greg was great, Vince was win and even Drake.
Thx for sharing Hun!
Hi Eli! I'm so glad you found the blogs and that you enjoyed this chapter. I know Rick is hard to understand sometimes, but he is slowly making a change. Obviously Ashok has a lot to do with that - he is the voice of reason that finally reaches Rick where all his friends had not been able to. We'll see a little more of those two in a couple of days :) Thanks for the comment. Hugs!
DeleteAn admirable piece of dovetailing there between you and John. Vince is such a supportive guy. It's a good friend who holds you while you pee. Rick would truly be lost without his amazing friends to pick him up when H. knocks him down.
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Hi Pauline! Vince is my hero - I really do love him, though I have a bit more of an insight into his personality than most of our readers do. You will see more of him too, though, in the upcoming chapters. Rick truly would be lost without Greg and Vince, and to a lesser extent Viktor and Dre. He was lucky they were there for him until the arrival of the man who can hopefully finally extricate Rick from H.'s clutches. Thanks so much for the comment and for all your support throughout the story! xoxo
DeleteI read John's update first; that was a good call. I love how supportive everyone is, despite this being the umpteenth Rick drama. I'm surprised that no one has gotten feed up and outed H or called Ginny. Seems to me that Rick is with H because of inertia as much as anything else. He defines himself with the way he loves H. I believe he really does, too. The magnetism between them hasn't faded so it makes the relationship crap easier to overlook.
ReplyDeleteI have mixed feelings about Rick leaving his relationship with H to pick up with another guy. I care about him and that would not be the healthiest move for him. That aside, I don't think he's strong enough to break with H and be alone. He came so close with Kincaid; I had such hope for that relationship. You've done an excellent job creating Ashok because I think that he's the one thing that could turn the corner to create a healthy relationship for Rick.
I've been an epic lazy reviewer but it would have left a hole in my life if this story had gone away for good. Thank you for taking the trouble to continue making it available for us.
I think you are exactly right about the inertia, and also some unwillingness to admit being wrong for all those years about a man Rick thought he loved. He has a lot invested in this relationship and it's not always easy to walk away from that. But I think he is on his way.
DeleteKinkaid was a great character and he was almost enough, but then he screwed up and that failure ended up pushing Rick right back into H's arms. The good news is that Ashok is not Kinkaid, and is unlikely to ever do anything like that to Rick, so he has a much better chance of being successful. He's already accomplished a lot. Rick is finally on the right path.
SO glad you continue to enjoy the story and that you found the blog. It's my pleasure to have it available for all my readers here. Next chapter will be up Saturday!
*sigh* Oh Rick...what are we going to do with you? Getting pissed at the pub isn't going to help you...
ReplyDeleteWhat would Rick do without his friends? And Ashok, he's so sweet. I really hope Rick finds a way to finally let go of H...
Oh yeah - h is a fool. Totally agree there. Hopefully soon Rick will stop being one too!! Ashy is a fantastic character.
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