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My phone rang just as I was opening my hotel room door. It was Bram.

Bram’s the guy I’ve been dating for the past two or three months. I’d known him for a while, a couple of years really, but we just started actively dating each other recently. He’s a cool guy. A while back I used to date Bram’s roommate Andy. I wouldn’t really say date; we never really had a date. Well sort of. We had lunch a few times but not really as dates. Mostly we were fuck buddies who happened to work in the same office building. It was like cock convenience at its best. Anyway, when Andy found out—not that it was a secret in any way—that I had hooked up with Bram he kind of freaked. I mean, they were roommates and I guess it might have been slightly uncool of me to fuck his roommate, but I mean we didn’t have the presumption of any sort of commitment.

So when I first fucked around with Bram, we three-wayed with my boyfriend-at-the-time King Kong (so nicknamed for the size of his mammoth cock). But recently, now that King Kong was out of the picture and Andy was too, Bram and I have been hanging out a lot together. It’s been one of those cool, no-commitment gigs like I enjoy, but the more time we spend together the more I feel it drifting toward an unspoken relationship. It’s just about getting to the point where we talk or e-mail almost every day and we basically expect to see each other every Saturday night. This is the point where I always get a little freaked in relationships and want to bail. Sometimes I do something stupid to sabotage it and other times I let it go on too long and end up in a deeper hole than I should be. No pun intended; Bram fancies himself a top mostly anyway.

We’ve never talked about it or defined it in any concrete way, but I just know he feels it too. Like in clubs or bars when he puts his arm around me or gets possessive when I’m talking to other guys. He’d never tell me not to but I know it kind of bugs him. And, well, sometimes I’m not all that mature and I do it just to bug him. I know that’s kind of lame and that as like the hero of this book or whatever I’m supposed to be likeable and all that, but I’m just being honest. We all do dumb shit—don’t act like you’ve never done anything childish to get attention or inflate your ego. But that’s beside the point. Basically, I’ve got something going with Bram and he called before I had even dropped my bag on the floor of the room.

He was sweet and calling to make sure that we got there okay and to tell me that he missed me already. I told him that I missed him too even though I really didn’t. I mean, it’s not like I don’t care about him, but I saw him last night for Christ’s sake. It’s like one of those automatic things that I feel like you have to say back to someone or else you seem like a dick. So we talked for a little while about work and then about music and the new Rufus Wainwright disc that he’d just gotten that I recommended after ordering it on iTunes. He didn’t like the disc as much as the two earlier ones, but he said it was growing on him. Music was always a tense topic between us so I was glad he didn’t start in on how much he hated the album. Then he told me his plans for the weekend and shit and then just before we were going to hang up he said, “Now be a good boy.”

“Why on earth would I do that?” I asked, half kidding, half not.

“Because I’m sure all those repressed college boys who never had you back then are going to pounce on you.”

“Umm—” I didn’t know what to say to that other than, “I fucking hope so!”

“Alex…” he said pleadingly.

“What?” I asked, playing innocent even though I knew what he was driving at. But now, on the threshold of a college reunion, was not really the right time to talk to me about monogamy. Not that I ever wanted to have that conversation with him—at least not anytime soon—but it was kind of uncool to hint at it now. So I made him either spit it out or give it up.

He gave it up. “Nothing,” he said. “Just have fun and be careful.”

“I will.”

“Okay. Well, I miss you. Bye.”

“Bye,” I said.

Alarm bells were ringing really softly in the back of my head.