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MidReal Story
Every Boy's Got a Secret
Scenario:Tommy has figured out he wants to take the next step in his relationship with Damian.
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Tommy
He is a young man exploring his sexuality and relationships. He is curious, nervous, and determined. Tommy struggles with his feelings for Damian, a man he has been friends with for years. He wants to take their relationship to the next level but is intimidated by the uncertainty of how Damian might react. Despite his fears and doubts, Tommy decides to approach Damian and see if there is the possibility of something more between them.
Damian
He has been Tommy's best friend for over a year, providing him with both companionship and a sense of belonging. He is patient, kind, and understanding. Damian has been patient with Tommy, waiting for him to feel ready to discuss their relationship. He is willing to consider the possibility of being more than friends and supports Tommy's decision to explore their connection.
I took the next step and I was glad that I did.
I finally figured out what I wanted, and it wasn’t friendship.
At least, not just friendship.
I wanted more, but I was scared of how Damian might react.
I’d known him for over a year now, and he had been my best friend.
Damian had been patient with me while I figured out my own thoughts and feelings.
He never pushed me to talk about anything I wasn’t ready for, so I was grateful for that.
I’d known a few things about myself for a while now, but I was too nervous to say anything.
I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but at the same time, I wanted to take the next step with him.
I wanted to see if there was a possibility of something more between us.
So here I was, standing outside his apartment and wondering if I should have come.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Maybe Damian wasn’t interested in me that way at all.
Maybe he will hate me for even suggesting it could be more than friendship.
"Ugh."
I muttered to myself, dropping my head back in frustration.
I stood there, staring at the brass numbers that were nailed to his door.
My hand shook as I lifted it and reached forward.
I pulled it back just as quickly, taking a step back from his door.
I could hear the muffled sound of his TV through the wall, and I knew he was watching one of those cooking shows he loved so much.
I paced three steps to the left, then three steps to the right.
The carpet beneath my feet was worn thin from years of people doing the same thing I was doing now.
I’d been here for ten minutes, rehearsing what I would say when I finally worked up the courage to knock on his door.
"Come on, you got this."
I muttered to myself, trying to sound braver than I felt.
Before I could second-guess myself again, a door opened down the hall and an older lady stepped out into the hallway.
I quickly stepped aside as she shuffled past me, giving me a curious look.
My rehearsed speech flew out the window as I heard movement inside Damian’s apartment.
The volume on the TV lowered and then footsteps approached the door.
My heart pounded in my chest as I froze in place.
I could run down the hall and pretend that I wasn’t just standing here like a creep, or I could hide behind the fake plant that was sitting next to the elevator.
Before I could decide what to do, the door handle turned with a click.
My mouth went dry as I watched the door swing open and Damian stepped out into the hallway, still holding the TV remote in his hand.
His eyes widened in surprise when he saw me standing there, but the look was quickly replaced by a warm smile.
Damian was wearing his favorite cooking apron that had a picture of a cartoon pig on it.
There were splatters of what looked like tomato sauce on the front of it, and I could smell garlic and herbs coming from his apartment.
"I was just about to text you," he said, gesturing for me to come inside.
I followed him into his small kitchen where a pot sat bubbling on the stove.
He stirred whatever was in it before turning off the burner and leaning against the counter next to me.
The familiar sight of him cooking calmed my nerves slightly, but my hands still shook as I watched him taste the sauce.
"I’m adding more herbs," he said, sprinkling something green into the pot.
"It’s my grandma’s secret recipe for pasta sauce. She swore that it was the herbs that made it so good."
I leaned against the counter next to him, watching as he stirred the sauce again.
The smell of garlic and tomatoes filled the small space between us.
My fingers drummed nervously on the granite surface of the counter as I watched him.
His arm brushed against mine as he reached for the salt, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
He added a pinch of salt and then held the wooden spoon out to me.
"Want to try it?"
I hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to him.
He held the spoon up to my lips, waiting for me to taste it.
His eyes met mine and I could feel my cheeks heat under his gaze.
"You know, I've been wanting to tell you something," he said softly, his eyes searching mine.
I swallowed the sauce, savoring the rich flavors before nodding.
"Remember that night we talked about dreams? Well, I think I'm finally ready to chase mine, and I want you to be a part of it."
I leaned against the counter, watching as he lowered the heat under the bubbling sauce.
He wiped his hands on his apron and then turned to face me fully.
The kitchen seemed smaller than usual, the air thick with tension as he took a half-step closer to me.
His eyes searched mine, his voice dropping to a whisper as he spoke.
"I've been accepted into culinary school in the city. It's always been my dream to cook professionally, but before I commit, I wanted to talk to you."
My mouth went dry as I stared at him.
"Culinary school? Damian, that's amazing!"
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I know. It feels like a dream come true, but there's something else I need to know before I make any decisions."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for him to continue.
"Damian?"
His hand reached out, brushing against mine.
It was such a simple touch, but it sent shivers down my spine.
"What do you think about moving to the city with me?"
I blinked at him, unsure of what to say.
"Me? Move with you?"
He nodded again, taking another small step closer to me until we were almost touching. "I know it's a lot to ask," he said softly, "but I can't imagine chasing my dreams without you by my side. You're my best friend, and I want you to be more."
My breath caught in my throat as I stared up at him.
The kitchen seemed to fade away around us, leaving only the two of us standing there together.
His hand tightened around mine and I felt myself trembling slightly under his touch.
"Damian," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the bubbling sauce behind us.
"Yes?" he asked softly, his eyes searching mine for an answer.
"I've always wanted more too," I admitted, my voice trembling with emotion.
His eyes lit up, a hopeful smile spreading across his face.
"Then let's do it together," he said, his grip on my hand firm and reassuring.
I lean forward and wrap my arms around him, pressing my face against his shoulder.
The soft fabric of his apron brushes against my cheek, carrying the scent of his cologne mixed with the aromas of cooking.
His strong arms encircle my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies are flush against each other.
The kitchen counter digs into my hip, but I don't care.
We stay like that, holding each other, as the sauce bubbles quietly on the stove behind us.
When Damian's hand moves to stroke my back gently, I squeeze him tighter, silently promising that I'll follow him anywhere.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
He nods, his expression earnest. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
"But what if it doesn't work out?" I whisper, voicing the fear that's been gnawing at me.
Damian smiles softly, brushing a stray hair from my face. "Then we'll figure it out together, like we always do."
I lean back against the kitchen counter, watching as Damian turns down the heat under the sauce.
His movements are familiar – the way he wipes his hands on the apron, the precise adjustment of the burner knob.
But everything feels different now, charged with a new kind of meaning.
When he catches me staring, I quickly look away, my cheeks warming with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
He steps closer, his voice low and gentle.
"Do you want to talk about what happens next?"
My stomach twists into knots as reality crashes down around me.
Moving to a new city, changing everything about our relationship – it's all happening so fast.
I shift my weight from foot to foot, unable to meet his eyes.
The kitchen feels warmer than before, the steam from the sauce rising in lazy tendrils towards the ceiling.
My gaze drifts to his lips, still stained red from taste-testing the sauce earlier.
He takes a small step closer, closing the gap between us until I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
The familiar scent of his cologne mingles with garlic and herbs, making my mouth water.
My hands tremble slightly as I reach up to grip the front of his sauce-stained apron, steadying myself against him.
I grip the apron tighter as he steps even closer, his breath warm against my face.
The sauce bubbles behind us, forgotten.
His hand finds my waist, steadying me against the counter.
When I finally glance up, his eyes are fixed on my lips, making my breath catch.
My heart pounds so loudly I wonder if he can hear it.
Damian's other hand cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin gently.
The kitchen feels impossibly small as he tilts his head and slowly moves forward.
"Wait," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.
He pauses, his forehead resting against mine, concern flickering in his eyes.
"Is this really what you want?" I ask, searching for reassurance in his gaze.
"I do," he whispers, his breath dancing across my face.
His thumb continues stroking my cheek while his other hand grips my waist tightly.
The kitchen counter digs into my back, but I barely notice.
My fingers twist tighter in his apron as he tilts his head.
Time seems to slow when he leans in, his lips hovering just inches from mine.
The sauce bubbles behind us, forgotten.
My eyes flutter closed as he eliminates the last bit of space between us.
"Are you sure you're ready for all of this?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I've never been more certain about anything," he replies softly, sealing his promise with a gentle kiss.
I pull back, my lips tingling as I look into his eyes.
The sauce continues bubbling behind us while his hands stay warm on my waist.
My fingers release his apron, smoothing the wrinkled fabric against his chest.
Taking a deep breath, I gather my courage and tell him, "I want to move to the city with you."
"Then let's do it," he says, grinning.
I reach past him to turn off the stove, the metal knob clicking under my fingers.
The kitchen is silent except for our breathing, a new beginning simmering between us.