The Tragedy of Felix and Jake

by J. Daniels

“There’s nothing wrong with your hair, Felix. It’s cute. Okay?” I say that way too fast. I don’t have a shot at preventing it from slipping out. And I’m not sure I would’ve stopped myself from saying it anyway. “Cute?” he asks. Fuck. “I should go.” “Did you just say my hair is cute, Jake?” He’s smiling. Grinning probably. I can hear it in his voice.

“Why do I always get a headache when we’re together?” “I don’t know. It’s probably unrelated.”

See anything you like?” “Yeah.” “Which one?” I turn my head when he doesn’t answer and holy fuck, he’s looking right at me and smirking while he chews. Jake is flirting. No way. No way!

“You shut the fuck up. It’s just how I feel, okay?” “No! It’s not okay. That’s not okay, Felix. I know this is something you have to work through and it might always be, but I don’t think you’re nothing special or just another dick that gets me hard. I’ve never thought that about you. And I’d be a shitty boyfriend if I did. In fact, I will beat the fuck out of you if you ever let someone treat you like that.” He blinks, letting his mouth fall open. “That was actually really romantic, Jake. In like, a fucked-up way. But still. My heart totally liked that.” “I wouldn’t really hit you. Jesus. I hope that’s not something that gets you off.”

“Listen to me, okay?” I wait for him to nod before continuing. “You can know how sexy you are, or I can remind you—I really don’t fucking care. But what you’re not going to do is put yourself down in front of me and expect me to just stand here and take it. You’re trashing something that’s important to me, Felix. Don’t fucking do that.”