Ukuleles Are Finally Cool! - @Claud
JJ’s question killed the mood, a mood that would inevitably have led to something happening that the two would have regretted later, so it was certainly for the best. JJ’s life didn’t need to be any more complicated and Claud certainly didn’t want to be dragged into any drama that could rise from JJ’s predicament. However, Claud was a bit afraid to answer the question. He found himself really caring about what JJ thought of him. “Well, no…I don’t have anyone special, I guess. Just a lot of…what’s the expression?” he said as he tried to remember what one of his friends had called it. “booty-calls” he said, as he suddenly remembered. “Friends with benefits, that sort of thing.” he explained. “I’ve never really had a serious relationship.” Shit, now he thinks I’m a total fucking slut. That’s the kind of shit you keep to yourself, you unbelievable jackass! But the cat was out of the bag, so he continued talking. “The guys I’ve been with know it’s all about feeling good, there’s nothing else to it.”
JJ mentally kicks himself for ruining the mood. Though he isn’t sure if he wanted Claud to kiss him or if he senses Claud wasn’t comfortable with the subject. But since our resident nervous wreck has a problem with knowing when to shut up, he continues talking. “These days, I can’t tell whether I’m in a relationship with someone or if I’m just a friend to have sex with. I dunno, how do feelings make the difference between the two? With Lara, I was dead serious. Liv, I meant to be serious. Rennie, I mean to be serious with. Lucy, I could be serious with. I still feel like a complete flake though.” JJ admires Claud for at least knowing how to keep his feelings out of it but he feels sad about that same trait. “So just boys then?” he asks with a nervous chuckle. Christ, did that sound like flirtation?
“Well, if you start caring about someone, then there’s more to it than just getting each other off, you know?” Claud said. “Me, I just look at it like a game. Or a sport. Something fun to do when I’m bored and feel like having a good time. Works just fine for me.” Claud instantly wished he could take that statement back. Now, not only did he look like a slut, but he just made himself seem like a heartless jerk. The nice moment the two had shared was quickly deteriorating and Claud didn’t want the first time he and JJ spent together to end awkwardly. That’s when JJ asked if he was gay. “Yeah, just the boys” he said followed by a chuckle. He’d never hidden his sexuality, but he didn’t broadcast it either, so only people who knew Claud knew about it. So it made sense JJ didn’t find out until now. “And you, you like the best of both worlds, yes?” he asked, remembering that he’d mentioned two girls and one boy that he’d been with earlier.
JJ chuckles, “It seems to be these days. I thought it was just Rennie, but I guess I really am bi.” JJ blushes, hoping Claud didn’t pick up on what was underneath that statement. Well, Rennie, Maxxie, and Claud are pretty fit. So I guess I’m into pretty boys? He was a bit bothered by Claud’s thoughts on sex, but he doesn’t judge him for it. Cook is a lot like that and I’m friends with him. Plus, I’m not exactly in the moral high ground here. “Think you ever could settle if it was the right guy?” he asks, looking away and biting his lip. Hand him your business card, why don’t you? JJ Jones, professional moron and manslut for love.
