Chapter 4: Looks Are Not All That Matters
Jasper
Logan and I met during our high school and immediately developed a strong friendship. Have you ever heard that the opposite attracts love? The saying is true in friendship as well. As much as I am outgoing, lazy, crazy and very emotionally disturbed, he is just the sweetest, shyest and most hardworking man I have ever known. He was exactly the kind of friend I needed to tame my temper and I was the type of friend he needed to stop hiding in his shell.
I was the one to protect and defend him when some stupid jerk had in mind to bully him at school because I was never afraid of a good fight. So I tried to keep my promise to stay until we finished secondary school, although it was torture for me and I am sorry to say I really did disappoint him when I refused to sit in the final year exams and did not graduate. Not only did I disappoint my best friend, but I also brought my parent's patience to its ultimate level. They were about to enforce their long time threat to kick me out of the house. It took a few days before Logan accepted to talk to me again, but as the best friend he had always been to me, he came up with an offer when I told him about my soon-to-be homeless condition.
Logan's parents had finally decided to move to Nsukka but he wanted to stay in Kwara and study in a local university. He had managed to get a grant and was thinking about taking a small apartment close enough to the school. He had already found a part-time job at the library of his university to help pay the rent, but an additional income would be better. So, he proposed that I move in with him on the one condition that I would move my lazy ass and get a job. And this is how four years later, I am still sharing this apartment with my best friend, going from one little job to another. Logan started an internship in a big company about a year ago, as the personal assistant of the CEO.
Things have changed a little since then, though. He now works in another department of the company, but it happens that this CEO is also incidentally his boyfriend. Although I am not really sure about the true nature of their relationship, nor when they started dating exactly. The shy Logan had been quite reserved and constantly dodged most of my questions. Not that I wanted him to move out of the house, I would never be able to afford the rent of this apartment on my own. However, Logan had been spending more and more time with his Master in the past month. He rarely comes home during the week, except even when his boyfriend is on a business trip and we haven't spent a weekend together in what feels like ages.
Yes, maybe I was a bit jealous. But I wouldn't interfere in his happiness, if he wanted to move in with his lover, I would of course encourage him to do so. Ever since met him, he had only been opening his shell further, revealing himself. I can feel him becoming more confident too and although I have only met the guy a couple of times, I can see he is truly happy with him now.
The cold water brings me back to reality, so I swiftly step out of the shower to dry myself before I put on my boxer and my favorite pair of sweatpants. I have a few text messages from Logan, the last one telling me he is staying over at his boyfriend's house tonight, but that he will see me tomorrow evening. Great, another night alone. I sent him a quick good night text, saying I can't wait to see him tomorrow, and headed for my bed after a light dinner. Although the food was not really healthy, it is what you get when you are too lazy to cook.
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The next day, I was sprawled on the couch in the living room watching a stupid movie when the entrance door opened and revealed an exhausted-looking and somewhat limping Logan. I jumped off the couch and rushed to him for a tight hug. I had almost expected another text from him to tell me he wasn't coming home again, but there he is and I couldn't be any happier right now.
“Haha, come on, Jasper. It is not like we haven't seen each other in four months.” He said playfully, disentangling himself from my embrace.
“Yes, but I have missed you.” I replied with a little pout that always succeeded in melting him.
“I have missed you too. So what have you been up to these last few days? How many guys have you jumped?” He asked with a smug smile, taking off his jacket and tie.
“Humm, actually just one.” I mumbled.
Yes, that was quite unexpected from me, but I just haven't been in the mood to meet more men.
“Are you going to see him again?” He asked, his voice full of hope.
“Not likely, gingers are not my favorite.” I chuckled, remembering my one night stand of the weekend.
He was definitely not my kind, not only because of his hair color, but also because he was a bottom. And then again, my type would be more like a tall dark haired man, with fair muscles and a strong personality.
“Looks are not all that matters, you know.” He mumbled, a blush spreading on his face.
“Says the guy who get fucked by the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.” I smirked, and his blush turned into a fiery red.
This is just the plain truth, the first time I got a chance to meet his boyfriend, I was amazed by his gorgeous features and even more by his strong male aura. It was like Logan would have immediately bent over the hood of his man's sports car, had he asked him to. I felt so small when the man stared down into my eyes, and not only because the man stood taller than me. It was something difficult to explain.
“How about work? Any progress?” He asked in an attempt to change the topic.
“Not much for now, all I know is that I won't do something like my last job. The salary was great, but it was really too hard and I am not leaving this city again. I might try to go and look for a bartender job in a bar or something, it would fit my character much better. Besides, you know how I am not really a morning person but more of a night owl. And maybe, I would be able to meet more people.” I replied, grinning at him.
“That would also mean no more night clubbing over the weekends.” He added.
“Fuck, hadn't thought about that!” I exclaimed.
It is true one rarely gets the weekends off with bartending jobs.
“But, I could still go clubbing after my shifts. There is always a solution.” I added it after a few seconds.