Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9
fairly long gig for The History Channel, where he played several roles in a piece about slavery and the civil war. As they talked, they touched - hands, arms, faces, hair - tracing new and previously unknown pathways on each other's skin. Knowing Tag wanted him, had unlocked some secret part of himself that he'd buried so deep, he hadn't known it was there. A little voice in the back of his head insisted that this was how it should have been all along.
They talked about Lisa and Marcus too. For Jase, what had happened with Marcus was old news, but Jase could tell that Sean needed to hear the whole sordid tale. So he told it. Scorned lover and all that, blah blah. The thing that still pissed him off, he confessed, was the fact that Marcus had acted like it didn't even matter that he'd had someone else's cock in his mouth. Or that he'd cheated. Lots. Marcus had come home more than once since they'd moved to Annandale smelling like sex and man, and had hurried to clean himself off in the shower. Like Jase hadn't noticed. So yeah, Jase had known the asshole was cheating, but coming home to find Marcus in their house on his couch, with their eighteen-year-old neighbor's dick in his mouth was the last straw. To add insult to injury, the few weeks that he had been forced to put up with Marcus after they broke up, before Marcus had to leave for New York had been nightmarish. It opened his eyes though. Made him realize that Marcus was vindictive, petty, and childish, and that he had never had any intention of staying with Jase when he moved to the city. They were in two completely different places: where Jase had thought they were in a relationship, Marcus had thought he was just passing through. So, yeah. It was way fucking over, and Jase hadn't had any contact with Marcus since he'd moved, and he didn't want to. He did wonder if he'd ever stop being angry about it though.
Jase thought it was kind of adorable how pissed Sean got as he talked about Marcus, but when it was Sean's turn to talk about Lisa, Sean had a hard time telling Jase about it. The whole thing was still too raw. He spoke in halting phrases, as he put words to thoughts he'd never said out loud before. Though he insisted that he hadn't been in love with her, it was still pretty obvious that he at least cared a lot about her, and that she, along with Cody, had been the center of Tag's universe since he had first learned she was pregnant. Jase learned several things from the conversation. Lisa hadn't been easy to live with. She drank too much. She acted like she didn't have a kid, and stayed out to all hours. She wasn't working, but when Sean was working, she insisted that Cody go to daycare. She had no patience with Cody making noise or crying, so she let Sean do most of the parenting. Jase thought Sean was probably giving Lisa more credit that she deserved, and figured that Sean doing "most" of the parenting actually meant that Sean had been doing all of the parenting. Sean wasn't sure, but, he was pretty sure Lisa had an affair around Christmas of last year. He hadn't confronted her, but he also hadn't slept with her since he suspected.
"Why didn't you leave?" Jase wondered out loud.
"I thought I needed to take care of her. I'm the one who slept with her when I was so drunk I could barely remember it. Without a condom. I felt, hell, I feel guilty because of that and because I didn't love her. I tried so hard."
Wow. Jase sighed. He lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I guess that explains why you stayed, but, everything she's done to you Tag? The way she's treated Cody?" He thought about everything Tag had said, and he had to ask the tiny nagging question that was worrying him, What will Tag do if Lisa comes back? "Tag, you are sure she meant what she said about moving to New York and the custody? This isn't some kind of whim or temper tantrum where she'll be back in a week, is it?"
"No. At least I don't think so. She knew about the trip for over a month, and she told me she planned this with Emma before she left. I checked her closets after we talked last night, and she took a lot more of her stuff with her than she would need for a few days in the city. She didn't do a very good job of breaking the news to me," he admitted, "calling drunk and screaming, but I think she was just afraid to tell me. Jase, I don't want you to worry or wonder, whatever she does, it's over. Period."
"And you're sure that's what you want?" He wanted Tag to be sure.
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