Story: "Coming Clean"
Chapter: Two: "Aching Hour"
Author: StJimmyHasSinned
A/N: I can't believe I'm typing chapter two before I've even had to chance to publish chapter one (yeah, still waiting patiently for internet to be connected to this new laptop…)! I also can't believe I'm typing chapter two before writing a rough draft of it in my fanfiction notebook first! Well hey, I'm really bored and figured I'd get this out of the way…
Same disclaimers, same warnings
iNvIsIbLe GiRl 12: yay for vulnerable Jimmy- I think it's adorable (…and slightly easier to write)! And yay for your new twitter account!
Lizsername: hmm this time I don't need to respond to your imaginary review! Haha thanks for this idea btw!
JamieOfSuburbia: thanks, I hope you like this one too!
FOUR MONTHS EARLIER:
Dear St. Jimmy,
I'm writing this letter before my departure because I want to act maturely about our situation. It seemed wrong to just flee without saying some final words, and I didn't want to end on a rough note. When you think of me I want you to think of happy things. Anytime I cross your mind I want you to be able to smile. After everything that's happened between us I just couldn't think of any reason to stay…
My friend Tunny from home just retired from the military. My other friend Will just got dumped by his girlfriend a few days ago, taking his baby with her. I needed to be able to see my old friends and continue on with my life.
I came to the city to escape my old, boring home. I needed adventure, and needed to figure myself out. I can't really say I've made any progress with my life since then, but I can say one thing: you helped me discover that I'm gay. That really is a big change in myself I would have never thought of before I met you. Relationships come and go, but I don't think I'll ever love someone as much as I love you…
Whatsername, who already knows I'm leaving, told me the good news. I should probably be relieved that we're healthy, right? But I'm unsatisfied with the results because now I have no part of you left within me…
I would like to say I'll come back to visit one day, but I have no idea how to. Hell, I barely know how I'm getting back home. But who knows- maybe one day fate will bring us back together. If it's meant to be, it'll happen. That's all there is to it. Goodbye St. Jimmy.
~Johnny
I know I couldn't have stopped Johnny from leaving, but I just wish I had the chance to say my goodbyes. It's not fair that he got to say his final words, yet I'm stuck with no way to communicate back to him. Whatsername and I have no idea of where he lives…
The days slowly pass by. I try to live on without Johnny. I know he asked me to smile whenever I think of him, but such a thing seems impossible; therefore, I've decided to completely erase him from my memory. Whatsername and I live on as if no such guy ever entered our lives. Johnny who? I remember the name but I can't recall the face…But who am I really trying to kid? I miss that damn guy more and more as every day goes by…
Now it's been a whole month since Johnny left. I'm not phased by the absence of a third person in the loft anymore. Actually, I'm enjoying the privacy…
Whatsername's out for a day or two, and I take complete advantage of this. My catch of the day- a sexy chick from the bar, barely wearing lingerie- sits in my living room, patiently waiting for me. Things start getting hot almost immediately, filling my body with excitement. But when she reaches down for my junk, something suddenly doesn't feel right. I pull her away for a moment.
She looks at me questionably.
"I'll…be right back…" I say quickly and run to the bathroom. I slam the door shut and make sure to lock it before trying to figure out what the problem is. I examine myself for a few minutes, but I can't come up with any solution to what's going on. I guess I need to go back out there eventually, so why not now…
I return to the confused, nameless chick, whose still waiting for me. "Sorry about that…Now, where were we?" Before she has a chance to even respond, I grab her and start to heat things up once again. I go all the way with this girl. I'm super horny and ready for action, her body's hot, and her fuck even more so…I can go on forever. My body falls victim to an amazing sensation, yet I just can't get hard. The chick doesn't seem to really notice or mind my problem, but when I can't even orgasm awkwardness fills the room.
Determined to figure out my issue, I even offer hospitality to the girl for a night- something I rarely do. The last time I offered a sex partner to spend the night with me was…Johnny…He slept in my bed…We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms…He loved me…He probably still does…
The girl politely declines my offer, explaining how her boyfriend is waiting for her. Well don't I feel used…? Of course I do, but hey, I'm used to it. Once she leaves I try to figure out what went wrong. I begin to type anything and everything into Google searches and various results pop up. Wikipedia. Yahoo! Answers. [Website Name Here]. [Website Name Here]. One site has an article that seems to match up to my issue perfectly.
Erectile Dysfunction: [insert description, facts, side-effects, etcetera here… ... … … ….. … …..]
I shut the laptop abruptly as the front door flies open. Whatsername's home early. Good thing that girl didn't want to spend the night. I'm sure Whatsername wouldn't have minded either way, considering there's an empty room- the same room Johnny temporarily made his. "Hey, someone's home pretty early," I say.
"Nice to see you too Jimmy," she replies.
"Just kidding." I get up and hug my friend. "Where were you anyway?"
She pauses. "That's another whole story…"
"Well, here we are, with so much time to waste. Why don't you explain this story?" I ask eagerly. An interesting story could be just what I need to distract myself from the issue.
"Sorry Jimmy, but you'll know soon enough." She goes to the fridge and puts a six-pack of beer on the bottom shelf. "Anyway, I'm tired."
My face lights up. "Nice, Cores Light. We'll be sharing that tomorrow, I assume?"
"Why of course," she jokes. "Goodnight now."
"'Night," I say back. I open the laptop back up as Whatsername walks to her room. I decide to dedicate the night to research.
Could I have discovered what my problem is? Erectile Dysfunction? No way- I mean, maybe this was just a one-time thing. Serious things don't just simply pop up out of nowhere; if there was a problem with my dick I would have noticed years ago…right? Maybe this will all pass. Maybe I just wasn't feeling it today. After all, she was my third girl of the week. Maybe…Maybe in few days everything will go back to normal…