It was worse than quiet.
It was utterly silent.
The apartment felt cavernous, and Remington lingered in the doorway of the room that used to belong to Jace, staring at the four empty corners. Jace had pulled the blinds up, and Remington watched the way the sun cast a glow across the wood floor, stretching toward his feet as the sun sank below the window ledge.
He missed his best friend.
Which was preposterous because he hadn’t lost his best friend. He’d only lost a roommate. Jace was his best friend, would always be his best friend. That wouldn’t change just because they didn’t share a home anymore. Even though, admittedly, without Jace there, it didn’t feel much like a home. The apartment was just a place for him to sleep.
And to be lonely apparently.
Making friends had always been a struggle for him, and maybe that was why he clung so tight to Jace. He’d been fine before they met, but somehow all he felt now was the absence. Remington was lonely and, worse than that, he was bored.
He closed the door to Jace’s room with a quiet click, then went into the kitchen, staring absentmindedly in the refrigerator while he tried to decide what sounded good. He could have a sandwich, he could make a frozen pizza, he could eat an apple. God. What a joke of a night.
He pulled the cork out of a half-drank bottle of Sauv Blanc and poured himself a healthy glass, slicing into the apple and taking it all back to the couch. In the quiet of the apartment, he replayed the last three days through his mind.
Remington wasn’t a virgin anymore.
He sipped at the chilled white wine and gave himself a breath to reflect on how unreal it had felt to slide his erection into Sebastian’s ass. How hot and tight it had felt to be inside of another man’s body. Remington closed his eyes and palmed the swell of his cock, lifting up off the couch to find the friction he was after. Sebastian had been a dream. Sebastian was a mess of a person, but he was perfect in it. Remington didn’t want to change a thing about the other man. He found himself fond of Sebastian’s imperfections and he hoped to have even the slightest bit of positive impact on the other man’s life.
What a wild month it had been. From when he’d met George, who wasn’t really George at all. Those early talks with Sebastian had given him the space to learn about himself and the things he wanted, the things that got him off.
Or would get him off.
In the future.
Hopefully.
Remington didn’t want to use Sebastian as an experiment, but he wasn’t sure how to ask for more. Both of them were new to so many of the things they were trying, and he didn’t want to push.
But he did.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Sebastian, who answered on the fifth ring, a little out of breath.
“Hello? Hey. Hey. Hi,” Sebastian said.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“No. Not at all.” Sebastian exhaled loudly into the phone. “What’s up?”
“What are you up to? Have you eaten?”
“Not yet,” Sebastian answered softly.
“You’re not in trouble,” Remington said quickly. “I just…did you want to come over?”
“For dinner?”
“Dinner to start,” he said. “Maybe more. But I could use some company.”
“Areyouokay?” Sebastian asked. “You don’t sound yourself.”
“Jace is all moved into Callahan’s. It’s unpleasant here alone,” he answered.
“Ah. I’m familiar with that feeling. Let me get changed and I’ll come over.”
“I’ll see you soon,” Remington said.
