Now I'm sure that it's true
Ok it's been three damn months, let's get this show off the road and put out to pasture where it belongs.
It's terribly awkward for our lad, but at least the alcohol helps. Koa laughs hoarsely, leaning against the treehouse wall, his coarse hair catching in rough boards as he slowly shakes his head. "She told me... well, kind of the same thing," he admits, opting not to get into details for the sake of poor Jude's feelings. "That she liked us both. And wanted to try... polyamory? A threesome? I dunno, man."
A sigh against the neck of the bottle sends ghostly whistles through the room. Here's the part that's harder, where Koa still isn't sure whether he did the right thing. "And I told her it wasn't fair. Not to you, because it isn't a decision she should make without you. And not to me, because... well, it doesn't take a genius to see which one of us she really wants." And which one is being offered love kernels as a consolation prize.
And gods, does that still hurt.
The bump on his boot is unexpected, and not all that well timed. Blinking away his reverie, Koa turns to Jude with a hungry look, heat roaring suddenly in his chest, his cheeks. It's a beautiful, dangerous moment, illuminated with a boyish glow that could turn into fire and swallow them all. Because as their eyes meet and their shoulders brush and their fingers are just close enough that they could collide given the slightest movement, Koa knows, keenly, that he shatter Jude. it would be so easy just to lean over, to press a kiss on those parched lips. Koa knows that he could take that tender mouth and make it call his name, could run his hand from the angled cheek past the narrow shoulders and down, down, down to the curve of the younger man's waist. That in one night he could ruin all three of them, could break their hearts like they broke his, could, could, could---
Koa blinks and the moment passes, the treehouse again growing bright and warm. Hunger drains into weary acceptance, a lopsided, almost bashful smile thrown Jude's way. "I like it too," Koa confesses, copper eyes shifting back to the bottle, to the relief hidden within. "I hope, y'know, even with all this fuckery-" he gesticulates to the world at large, an eloquent gesture for its vagueness, "-I hope we can be friends."
and I'm nothing like you
