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Title: Their story
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Andrew/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 2 - The man in the mirror
Word Count: about 1700 (long one)
Disclaimer: I don't own Desperate Housewives, but I wish I would. I don’t make any money with this.
Summary: The whole story starts with the missing scene from episode 1.15 “Impossible”
Thanks to
hennahito for the correct
When I woke up I had a terrible headache. The scotch caused a hangover, that wouldn't end till the evening. I decided not to call Andrew, now it was his turn. All day I was thinking about him, about the things that happened, about my first time. “Does it count when you just touch a boy, or wasn’t it my first time after all?” I thought. Whatever. It was time to clean my head off of my feelings to Andrew.
He didn’t call that day and I felt really alone. The same questions came again: “Was it just a game for him? Was he just fooling around? Are we still friends, or did it change everything?” The worst thing was his yelp “I’m not gay!” the other night. That was the reason why I was thinking so much. Maybe it was just something for his own protection, maybe he meant it.
I decided not to think so much and called Lisa to go out somewhere. We went to the movies, had some fun and I finally felt a little bit better. But then the night came. Again, when I tried to sleep everything I could think about was Andrew. This time I managed it without alcohol, though. I woke up at two o’clock in the morning from a very hot dream about him. In this dream I had sex with Andrew and it was so hot. It was a wet dream and I felt ashamed. I hadn’t had a wet dream since I was thirteen, when I started to masturbate. It was time to act quickly. I knew John might wake up, but I didn’t want to leave the blots on my sheets. I walked to the bathroom silently and washed the dirty laundry. Now there was another problem. Where could I hide it so it would dry up? I couldn’t just hang it on the line in the bathroom, John would notice it. I went back to my room, took a line and hung it up there.
It was about 2.30 am and I couldn’t sleep again, so I decided to go out for a walk. When I came back it was four o’clock in the morning and I was sleepy.
The next day it was probably the first time when it was John that woke me up. “Dude, wake up, you have to go to school!” he said before he noticed the wet sheets. “Guess you had a hard night, huh?” My face turned red, but he just left and didn’t even wait for an answer. Maybe if I had another roommate we would have had a very awkward discussion.
I was happy, because I didn't have any courses with Andrew that day. I wanted to see him, for sure, but I also wanted him to be the one who would make the first move. This time the luck was on my side, not as usual. I hadn't seen him the whole morning. At the afternoon I had to go to the Solis to make some gardening. I was glad when Mr. Solis said to me: “Please mow my backyard!” I couldn’t see the Van de Camp’s place and Andrew couldn’t see me.
As I came home John was there and he seemed to be pissed off. Gabrielle still wasn't talking to him. “You wanna talk about it?” I asked before I sat next to him on a couch. “She’s a bitch!” “No, she isn’t. I know you John Rowland, you wouldn’t fell in love with a bitch. But I also think that you deserve someone better” I told him. “I know. Maybe if her husband wasn’t here…” “Then she would marry her teenage gardener?” “You’re right. We should watch a movie. C’mon let’s rent something funny, you look like you need to laugh your ass off too.” We rented a parody, watched it and got drunk with some beer John bought with a fake ID.
“I should drink beer, not scotch” I thought the next morning when I woke up - no hangover. The day was complicated again, the third course was with Andrew. I decided not to go there and felt like a coward. Why couldn’t I face him, why couldn’t I ask him all the questions that were annoying me?
I stayed at home for the rest of the week. I didn’t even go to the Solis under an excuse that I’m sick. All that I was waiting for was a call from Andrew. But he wasn't calling. I was thinking about him every day, every night I dreamed about him. I tried not to do that. Even when I jerked off I tried to think about a girl, but it wasn't helping. With the orgasm he came. I saw his face, felt his touches, tasted his kisses, heard his moans and smelt his body.
It was Sunday when John told me something very interesting. “Did you hear the latest gossip? I don’t know if I can tell you though, because it’s about your best friend.” He had my full attention now. “Yeah, sure you can. I mean, I won't say it to Andrew.” “His father had an affair with Massy Gibbons, she was arrested for prostitution. I think he needs you now” John said. “I can’t!” “Why?” he asked. “I just can’t, it’s complicated.” He left me alone to let me think about it.
That night some balls grew in my boxers and I decided to call him. It took me some time before I was ready. I had to think about what to say to him. However before I could call him, he called me. “Hi” he said. “Hi” I answered. “It’s been a while.” “Yep!” “I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.” “Yeah, I missed you” I said before I realized that I shouldn’t say that. “Whatever, would you like to spend some time with me?” This time I took my time to think what I wanted to say.
“Are you sure you don’t want to spend your time with a girl mister ‘I’m not gay’?” I asked. “You’re my best friend, the best I've ever had. There’s no one I would like to spend time with more than with you.” His answer was very quick, so I guess he was serious. “OK, so where do you wanna go?” I became more comfortable. “I don’t know, just hang out somewhere. I can’t stand it here at home” he sounded sad. “So, as your best friend it’s my job to take you out of there” I said proudly.
That evening I was nervous, just like a twelve-year-old girl before her first date. I changed my clothes about ten times, showered for about thirty minutes and couldn’t choose the perfect hair style.
We met at the shopping mall. I was late, but he smiled when he saw me. “Sorry, the traffic” I tried to apologize. “No problem, you’re hungry?” he acted like nothing happened between us a week before. On one hand I was glad, because I didn’t want to loose him as a friend. On the other, there was a bad feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. I knew him as the one always taking action, so I decided to wait.
We ate Chinese fast food, talked about unimportant things and checked out some shops. It was only nine o’clock and I thought that now is the time to bring up the things we started in the pool. I never was the action-taking type of man. Even my first kiss with a girl was her idea and also her move. But now there was more than just a curiosity, I think it was about true feelings.
“We can go to the movies, if you want to or…” I made a break. “Or what?” he asked as I hoped he would. “Or we can rent a movie and we’ll watch it at my place.” “Isn’t John at home?” Andrew asked. “No, he went to a party. He tries to forget his big love.” “So, what are we waiting for?” he asked and for the first time that night I had the feeling his sadness went away.
We rented an action movie, bought some chips and soft drinks and I drove him to my place. At home I first checked the fridge for some alcohol. I had a plan: I wanted to make him drunk. Bingo! John left there three bottles of beer in the fridge. “Want a beer?” “Yeah, sure!” I took a bottle for him and a glass of water for me. “You're drinking water?” “Someone has to drive you home.” “I can walk, or I can sleep here” he awoke my interest. “Hmm, OK then, let’s drink beer.”
We started to watch the movie, but I wasn't paying attention. My thoughts were on Andrew. Every minute passed like an hour. After thirty minutes I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Was it a game?” I asked Andrew. “What?” “You know what, don’t play an idiot!” I became angry. “You mean our pool session, right?” he asked with a smirk on his face and I had a feeling that the little asshole is back. “Exactly!” He just turned away. I calmed down a little bit and said “Andrew, I really need to talk about it. Now!” “So, you need to talk about it, huh? I’m not in the mood to talk” he kissed me on the cheek. “Andrew please, don’t play fucking games with me.” He was quiet again watching the movie.
I left him alone and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I asked the man I saw there “What am I doing here?” I sat at the floor and took my face into my hands. I felt depressed and desperate. After about ten minutes Andrew knocked on the door. “Everything OK in there?” “No! I’m not OK!” I yelled before he opened the door. He looked at me and then sat next to me. “Look, I know I can be an asshole, but you have to accept me for who I am” he took my chin in his hand. “Please tell me, why are you doing all this shit?” I asked him looking into his eyes. A loud sigh came out of his mouth. “(1) I've never been good with feelings. Dealing with feelings is one of the things you don't learn, when you are a Van De Kamp” he became serious. “It’s like a wall between me and all the other people. They can’t touch me.” “But you say I’m your best friend!” I tried to break this wall. Now I was the sad one.
“Let’s not talk anymore. I would like to take a shower. Will you join me or would you rather just watch?” I think I’ve lost control over my neck because I promptly nodded. Standing in the middle of the bathroom we started to undress each other. Our shirts fall, we unzipped each other pants and we kissed. “I really missed kissing with him” I thought. Soon we were naked and were standing under the shower. We soaped each other, touched each other's bodies, but I was still feeling sad. After we dried each other up I took his hand and led him to my room.