Best friends but more than that – part 5

Best friends but more than that – part 5 continues……

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**Dylan**

I woke up earlier than I wanted to on Thanksgiving day, but that was fine because I needed to get a shower and I wanted to contact Jamie. She had stayed at the house, and had sent a message apologizing for her parents and saying she would talk to them but that she would leave us for the night so we could talk and spend time together.

I had spent the last seven years not speaking to anyone in my family after someone who was interested in me, someone I had no interest in, forced me out of the closet. I didn’t want that for Luis if it was something he could avoid. His parents had moments of being really cold, but I think it was having grown up in such a restrictive church that had done it. I know he loved his family though.

I sent a message off to Jamie to see if things had calmed down, and asked her if she thought we should still show up today. She likely wouldn’t answer now but at least the question was out there for when she was.

About an hour or so later, Luis got out of bed and got into the shower, and my phone pinged as I was drinking coffee.

Jamie: I spent the entire night telling my parents off, and speaking with them about stories about gay and bisexual children who get ostracized from their families. So please come to dinner, but maybe a little early so you four can talk. I’ll meditate.

Me: Thanks, Jamie. You’re the best.

Jamie: I know. So long as I’m a maid of honor at the wedding, we’ll be even.

I chuckled at that and then put my phone down, waiting for Luis to come out. He came out in his towel, his short hair still dripping water as he looked at me with his crooked smile. I knew what he was trying to initiate, but I held up a hand to stop him before it went much further right now.

“We need to get dressed,” I said to him, and he immediately frowned. “I’d like to get to your parents early so we can all talk, if that’s alright.”

“Dylan,” he sighed, pulling the towel up to start drying his hair. “I think they said everything they needed to last night, didn’t they?”

“Jamie has been lecturing them all night, so maybe not,” I replied. “Just give it one more chance. If they fuck it up again, then you can walk away and never speak to them again. We’re already here, though, and so we might as well go to dinner and try once more.”

Luis frowned at me, obviously annoyed but then he nodded once and got up. I watched as he got clothes that were suitable for going to his parents’ out and started getting dressed. All I had to do was throw a nicer shirt on, and then we were driving to his parents’ house in silence.

Jamie came out to meet us once we got there, and the three of us went inside. We could smell the turkey cooking, and we found his mom in the kitchen trying to get all of the sides ready to go. She made a motion for us to wait, and so Luis went back out to the living room to sit down on the couch and wait for them. I sat down next to him, close enough our legs were touching.

It didn’t take too long for his mom and dad to join us. It was only once his mom managed to get what she needed cooking in the ovens and on the stove, and now we all sat awkwardly looking at each other. Luis had his eyes on the floor, tense while he waited for someone to start the conversation.

“Would someone please just start?” Jamie finally said after what felt like an eternity of waiting.

“H-how long have you, um, been…” Mrs. Winters started, and trailed off for a moment, waving her hand like she didn’t know exactly how to ask the question.

Luis had moved his eyes up to look at his mother, his face unreadable. “Bisexual?” he supplied.

Mrs. Winters nodded her head. “Jamie tells us this isn’t a new development?”

“I knew in middle school,” Luis replied, crossing his arms in front of him as he leaned back into the cushions of the couch. “I had my first kiss with a guy back then. And no, it wasn’t Dylan. Toby hadn’t even told me he was gay yet.”

That was true. I came out to Luis in high school, near the middle of ninth grade. It was mostly because I felt so alone, and I was breaking under the pressure of it. I needed one person who knew and wouldn’t judge me. I had been so scared to tell him, mostly because I knew his family was conservative so I was worried he would be too. Instead, he had started laughing and then patted me on the back before he told me, “Yeah, boys are fucking hot.”

I looked at him differently after that, but didn’t really start falling for him until college.

“I didn’t tell you two because I knew what the conversation was going to be like,” Luis finally said with a sigh. “You’d tell me it’s just a phase, it goes against the church, it’s an embarrassment to the family, and more. I kind of refuse to believe that love, genuine and life changing love, could be bad, no matter who it’s between. Shouldn’t you want a partner for your child that genuinely loves them and would do anything to make them happy? Who wants nothing but to see them happy?”

His parents didn’t reply to that, just sat there silently considering it. I looked over at Jamie and she gave me a look that told me to get involved. I didn’t know what to say though. What could I say that would make this better?

I looked at Luis, who looked like he was beginning to shut down, and put my hand on his knee before speaking to his parents. “You two know my parents, right? Have seen them around, know what church they go to, likely hear things about their life around this very small town?”

“Of course,” Mr. Winters replied.

“They cut me, their only son, off because I was gay,” I forced myself to say, my eyes focusing on nothing in particular. “Maybe that will get them points in heaven. Who knows for sure? What I do know is that it hasn’t gotten them a ton of points here. Sure, their church people love it, but their son hates them. My youngest sisters kind of detest them too. Most of us don’t talk to them anymore. I think it’s just a matter of time before Carly and Eleanor leave them in the wind too.

“The sad thing is, they’ll grow old with no family to take care of them. They’ll probably end up in a cheap care home eventually, and not a single child will visit them, and it’s only by their own doing. You two are different though, because unlike my parents, I think you genuinely love your kids. I think you love them enough that you are fearful for them, and worry about them, but you don’t show it easily and you are worried about what could happen to Luis if he’s dating me.”

Luis put his hand over mine, squeezing my hand. “Homophobia is the worst thing that could happen, and I’m already fighting that here today.”

I nodded at that, though I didn’t mention that murder for homophobia was actually the worst, but now wasn’t the time for that. “If I thought that me leaving Luis and letting him find some woman to marry and be a happy family with everyone was what would make Luis happy, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

I finally focused on Luis as he looked at me with a panicked expression, shooting up in his seat like he was about to launch himself at me to not let me go anywhere. “Dylan no, please…”

“Stop,” I told him. “I’m not saying I’m going to, just that I would if it would make you happy. Your happiness matters more than my wants. Your needs are more important to me than anything, even if it ends up hurting me in the end.”

Jamie smiled at that. “See, that’s the kind of love I could only hope to find. It’s what all of us deserve.”

I gave Jamie a grateful smile before turning to look at Luis’s parents. They were watching us now, but the anger and hostility weren’t there anymore. They looked nervous, and worried, but I could tell that something the two of us said had hit its mark. It never would have happened with my parents, but I generally thought most people were more redeemable than them.

His parents ended up agreeing that they had been unfair, and that they were going to hold judgment until they had seen us together for a while, which was likely the best outcome we could have hoped for. I was not uninvited that day, and in fact, his mom asked me to help with the rest of dinner so she could get to know me better.

Luis and I weren’t overly affectionate when the rest of his family was there, mostly because it was about taking baby steps with his parents, and we could make up for it later. He did put his hand on my knee a few times through the night though, as his parents allowed us to sit next to each other. I was surprised to find out later that his mom had told some of the relatives we were dating and told them not to make rude comments.

All in all, it was a good holiday. The food was amazing, the talk was pretty good, and we had fun. The next day we took Mrs. Winters out for Black Friday shopping because her husband hated it, and we did pretty well for ourselves. Luis even found an amazing deal on an espresso machine so we ended up taking that home with us.

Jamie was beyond ecstatic as we drove back home, saying she was going to keep talking to their parents about life as a queer man and try to get them to be happy to plan our wedding by the end of all of this. I thought it was sweet and I loved the way Luis’s face lit up as he listened to his sister.

By December, Luis wanted me to go to Christmas with him, and I was more than happy to. We all drove together again, and it was better than Thanksgiving had been. Apparently, Mrs. Winters had gone to a group for parents with gay children. She had talked quite a bit with the other parents there, and came back with stories for her husband to hear, as well as advice. We got an incredibly warm welcome two days before Christmas, and we were even allowed to share Luis’s childhood room.

I would like to say we were perfectly well behaved the entire time we were in their home, but night time came and we wanted nothing more than to be all over each other. We kept our voices down, and mostly stuck to hand jobs and blow jobs, not full blown sex, though I did take him in the shower once because he begged me to.

When we got back home after New Years, we decided it was time to move away from the apartment. We liked it and it had served us well, but we wanted more space, more privacy, and we wanted to give Jamie an option to stay with us longer without any pressure to get out because we couldn’t cool the sex for a bit.

We ended up finding a really nice ranch home, which had four bedrooms and two baths, which had the master on the other side of the house from the other bedrooms. It was kind of perfect, plus it had a big backyard and a finished basement. Between both of our jobs, we could easily afford the place, so we put an offer down and got it.

All of our friends helped us move and unpack, making a party of it over a weekend. We ate a ton of pizza and had beer, and I noticed that Jamie was starting to get awfully cozy with Garrett. I would have thought Louis would have an issue with it, but he didn’t. He was more than happy to see his sister have an interest in our friend.

“Garrett’s a good person,” Luis said to me. “More power to them.”

He was right too. Garrett was a great guy; he was respectful of people’s boundaries and consent, he had a good job, and I had seen what a romantic he could be. He was a damn good boyfriend from what I had seen of his past relationships, and Jamie was an amazingly compassionate, loving, and caring woman. They were a good match.

I thought things would kind of mellow down at this point. We had dealt with Luis’s family, and gotten a new house. We were settling in well and things were so good. Being with Luis like this, dating and being able to tell him how in love with him I was, felt perfect beyond belief. I even enjoyed having Jamie here with us, and it meant Garrett was over a ton for dinner and sleep overs. Life was good.

It was a little before February when we got a knock on the front door while making breakfast. Jamie was getting ready to go to work while I had taken a day off so I could spend some time with Luis. Jamie was trying to finish her food and Luis was washing dishes, so I went to the front door to see who was there that early.

Best friends but more than that – part 5 will continue in the next page.