When Rory arrived home very
late one Friday night, he found Trent
pacing the living room. From the look on Trent’s
face something serious was going on with him.
“Want to talk?” Rory asked
after giving him a gentle hug.
“More like it I need to.”
Taking a deep breath, Trent
said, “I had a long talk with Phillip a couple of weeks ago.” He smiled
slightly. “Well he talked, I listened. He had a lot to say about our future
together.”
Rory frowned deeply. “Yours
and his? What the hell?”
“Good Lord no! Yours and
mine. I guess I didn’t make that clear.”
“Not quite,” Rory agreed
with a small laugh. “So, want to tell me what he said?”
“In words of one syllable,
if I want us, you and me, to be together and happy in the future I have to be
turned.”
Rory swallowed hard as he
tried to assimilate what Trent
was saying. His immediate verbal response was, “Some of those words were two
syllables.” His emotional one was to wrap his arms tightly around his lover.
“Is that what you want to do?” he finally managed to ask. “Or are you going to
tell me that while he’s right, you’re not willing to be turned, for—whatever
reasons?”
Trent pulled out of his embrace and then cupped Rory’s
face in his hands, gazing at him for a long minute. Then, slowly, he smiled.
“Would you be willing to be the one who does it?”
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