21: Setback
Marc / Kay
It had been a week since they agreed to have a relationship based on sex only. During the work, they spoke only for the absolutely indispensable. Kay had not called him. "Was he waiting for him to take the first step?" "Or did he pretend to have an open relationship?" "At no point did Kay tell him that they would be exclusive of each other ... if he were, he would not accept it." He told himself convinced.
That day Marc had more work of the accustomed one when he left, the sky was already dark; meanwhile, on his way to his apartment, he looked at the phone from time to time checking if was there any messages. Nothing. Forty-five minutes later, in his home, he decided to swallow the little pride he had left. It was Friday night so they could see each other. -He thought-. The third ring sent him to the mailbox. He dialed again and immediately jumped the mailbox. "Scheiße!"
Hours later, he received a WhatsApp: "I was busy, what happened?" "Oh yes, he was a moron ... First, he was to answer, but he thought better of it and decided to ignore it. "What was he thinking?" That message was enough to send him to hell. "One Friday night, he could imagine who he was busy with." "Scheiße!" "Scheiße!" He cursed. So he silenced the phone and went straight to bed as a strong migraine threatened to appear.
In his home Kay looked at the phone: he had read the message but he didn´t answer... "He was such an asshole, Marc was paying him with the same coin..." -He reflected. He dialed him but Marc didn´t take the call. After three more attempts without any response, he went straight to the chest of drawers and pulled out the note Marc had left him a few weeks ago. He got into the car and headed for his house; at that moment he didn´t care if he could run into Betinna. He needed to see him.
Meanwhile, as he was driving, he thought about the recent events that had upset his life. Before Marc reappeared he enjoyed spending time with Jörg, it was an easy relationship, no ties or complications, but there was no such feeling that consumed him, but at least he had some peace of mind.
He did not know what he would prefer: if that quiet life or he´d risk being hurt and reliving the desire and anxiety of wanting to be with Marc; to feel that need of belonging when he was with him at the cost of certain suffering.
"Who did he want to cheat?" He said sadly. He could hide his true feelings about Marc, but he couldn´t fool himself. He loved him with all the strength he could. He recognized it without any doubt.
It was eleven o'clock at night when he found the address. It was all calm, the lights off. "Scheiße! What was he doing there? "Before he regretted it, he rang the bell again. A few minutes later he heard Marc cursing and how he was approaching the door.
"Who could it be at this hour?" Marc complained. When he opened it and saw him standing in front of him he was shocked.