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Argyle’s never really been in a relationship before. Sure he’s hooked up with a few guys before. Mostly through a haze of weed. Always with a frantic plea to not tell anyone after. Sometimes with an added slur here and there. But never actually dated someone. He doesn’t even know if that’s what they are doing. Jonathan’s kinda quiet. Holds stuff close to his chest. He mentioned he had an ex-girlfriend and admitted he’d never been with a guy before.
But does that mean it’s just like a friend thing?
They spend so much time together. And Argyle spends most of their time apart thinking about Jonathan. What he’s thinking. What he’s doing. What he looks like when he’s doing it. And then getting inconvenient boners if he goes too far down that road. Whatever.
He has family dinner with Jonathan’s family at least once a week, his mother giving them knowing looks that seem to indicate some level of approval? Maybe? Or maybe he’s like totally imagining it. They are just fuck buddies. Maybe it’s taking up too much of his mind and he should be focusing on the positive. Orgasms.
Next day in Shop, he makes Jonathan a little wooden flower, dropping it down in front of him jokingly at the end of class. Jonathan picks it up, examining it carefully in his pretty, delicate fingers.
“What’s it for?”
“Uh I dunno. Got bored. Didn’t know what to make.”
“Hmm,” Jonathan replies, pursing his lips. He tries to hand it back, their skin brushing slightly.
“You can keep it, it’s whatever, man,” Argyle shrugs in what he hopes is a nonchalant manner.
When they are walking out to the car, Jonathan plucks a sad little daisy from a crack in the sidewalk, passing it to Argyle.
“It’s only fair I get you flowers too,” he smiles, cheeks a little pink.
Argyle tucks it behind his ear, feeling a little warm himself.
Or maybe it’s not that complicated at all.
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