au_muses February prompt: Dr. Joyce quote
trust || 325 words || t
"The best proof of love is trust." - Joyce Brothers
"You're going to fuck her."
It wasn't a question and the resigned certainty in Greg's voice made James' heart tighten in his chest.
"I... Jeez, Greg. It... I'm not asking her to marry me. We're just going to a baseball game."
"And then you'll fuck her."
He could almost hear the other boy's shrug over the phone line and, suddenly, James was a little angry.
"Look, I thought we had an agreement about this sort of thing."
"Are you telling me you really wouldn't care if I fucked someone else?"
"Of course I'd care, retard. I don't want to share you. But we're in different countries. It's not like I can just jump through the phone to have sex with you every time we want to or need to. And if you do need to ... I don't want to stop you."
Greg was quiet for a while and when he finally spoke, he sounded worn out and old.
"This is hard."
"...Too hard?"
"Maybe. No. ...I don't know. Maybe."
"Listen. Do you love me?"
"Would I give a crap about where you put your cock if I didn't?"
"Then trust me. I love you. Nobody else. So just ... don't worry. I'm not planning on fucking anyone. Except you, when spring break gets here."
"There's a big difference between not planning on fucking someone and actually not fucking them..."
"What, are you worried I'm going to fall head over heels for someone else and leave you?"
"... ...No. And stop treating me like a girl."
"Well, then stop acting like one. You're stuck with me. I'm not going to leave you, ever. I promise, and I've never broken a promise to you, have I?"
"I guess not."
"Stop worrying about it. I won't fuck her."
"Do you promise?"
James ran a hand over his face, rubbing at it in frustration.
"I... No. I won't promise. But, just ... trust me."
"...Fine."
There really was no other choice.
"The best proof of love is trust." - Joyce Brothers
"You're going to fuck her."
It wasn't a question and the resigned certainty in Greg's voice made James' heart tighten in his chest.
"I... Jeez, Greg. It... I'm not asking her to marry me. We're just going to a baseball game."
"And then you'll fuck her."
He could almost hear the other boy's shrug over the phone line and, suddenly, James was a little angry.
"Look, I thought we had an agreement about this sort of thing."
"Are you telling me you really wouldn't care if I fucked someone else?"
"Of course I'd care, retard. I don't want to share you. But we're in different countries. It's not like I can just jump through the phone to have sex with you every time we want to or need to. And if you do need to ... I don't want to stop you."
Greg was quiet for a while and when he finally spoke, he sounded worn out and old.
"This is hard."
"...Too hard?"
"Maybe. No. ...I don't know. Maybe."
"Listen. Do you love me?"
"Would I give a crap about where you put your cock if I didn't?"
"Then trust me. I love you. Nobody else. So just ... don't worry. I'm not planning on fucking anyone. Except you, when spring break gets here."
"There's a big difference between not planning on fucking someone and actually not fucking them..."
"What, are you worried I'm going to fall head over heels for someone else and leave you?"
"... ...No. And stop treating me like a girl."
"Well, then stop acting like one. You're stuck with me. I'm not going to leave you, ever. I promise, and I've never broken a promise to you, have I?"
"I guess not."
"Stop worrying about it. I won't fuck her."
"Do you promise?"
James ran a hand over his face, rubbing at it in frustration.
"I... No. I won't promise. But, just ... trust me."
"...Fine."
There really was no other choice.