"Not everyone, and the people who do mean it as a joke. "Well, I- sleazy Stavros? Do people call me that?" "No way is sleazy Stavros going soft," said Ezra. maybe."Ĭolby gasped in shock and Ezra laughed at him. Stavros stabbed his fork into the lamb and shrugged. "But, you're taking your time with this guy." Said Colby. Not everything can be romantic gestures and taking your time." The people I hook up with know this and they want the same. I'm fine with being single for the rest of my life, I've been with that for a very long time. Look, I get it, you two got the happily ever after thing when you were seventeen, but I didn't. You've never been persistent with someone for this long. Normally you would've taken them to bed already then magically lost their number the next morning. "A kiss on the cheek? This is so not like you, Stavros. "I did manage to steal a kiss on his cheek today though. "I meant like holding hands, smartass." He put his hand down. Stavros stuck his middle finger up at Ezra. "Because that would be a crime." Ezra jabbed at him. "We haven't really done anything physical yet. I was worried for a while that he was actually some straight guy who just liked the attention, but it seems I've got a closet case on my hands." However, turns out that he's been with a man in the past. "I also found out," said Stavros, "that I'm not the first guy he's been with." He's been divorced once, has a kid that he hasn't got the best relationship with but I don't really ask about it, it seems like a touchy subject." Forty-seven, apparently, and he looks damn good for his age. He really didn't want his life to be so quiet anymore."Well," Stavros was more than happy to give details, a sly smile crossing his face, "he's actually ten years older than me. He dug out his phone from his briefcase and sent Colby a text message confirming that he wound attend family therapy with Ezra. Silence was oddly overbearing when there was nothing else to hear. Hell, it hadn't been so quiet when Colby and his equally strange mother were there. It hadn't been so quiet when he was with Stavros. It hadn't been so quiet when he was with Ezra. He could open up YouTube or something and play the music, but he only had his work computer and had to keep everything on there strictly work related. He wished he still had his vinyls so he could at least put some music on. Sometimes he wished he did just for something to fill in the silence. He wasn't one to mutter or talk to himself. Just himself and he never made much noise. This thought was amplified when he finally went back to work and sat behind his desk in the big empty room he called his office. It was only after he was gone and he found himself thinking about the actions he had taken in life - as he often did when he had time for his thoughts - he found that his life was very quiet. Unable to move, only watch as Stavros disappeared within a crowd of people. I'll call you later." With that he turned and walked away. "Are you going to do something about it?" He was smiling, always smiling. Steven cleared his throat when Stavros moved his head away, his hand still lingering on his back. A statue that in its stone heart was reluctant for him to leave. Stavros may as well have been touching a statue. He didn't reciprocate the affection, but he didn't move away from it either. Steven stayed rigid, making no sign whether he enjoyed it or not. He felt Stavros rest his forehead for a moment against his shoulder, his hand on Steven's lower back. Steven felt his face grow hot as those dark eyes bore into him. Stavros pulled away a bit, still smiling which Steven was glad about. He took what little contact he got from whispering those words against Stavros' lips. For a reason he would not confess to his own soul. Stavros' face leaned towards Steven and for a moment Steven was going to let it happen. His hair was so thick, thick enough to run your fingers through and see them disappear within. His curls were swept back from his face with a small metallic headband. Stavros was already looking at him, already smiling with such natural effort. He turned his head from the street to look at Stavros. Steven didn't step away, but he didn't move any closer by himself either. "Will you go back to work now?" Asked Stavros. Anyone could know him, anyone could think something of him for being here and doing whatever he was doing. There were many people on the street, passing them by, crossing the road, driving by. They lingered on a street corner, standing close to each other and yet Steven felt compelled not to go any closer.
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