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text 📲 jesus

ellie: no pressure at all! i know we just spent less than an hour together so it seems crazy i just really think we had a cool connection and i'm sure your partner is just as cool as you are. i'm excited to meet them if that's allowed but obviously if not, it's cool.

jesus: I feel the same. I don't think you need to know someone for a long time to establish a cool connection.

jesus: They want to meet you, over dinner. I'll send you the address, do you have any food allergies?

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SImon had heard of some wild shit in their life. Heck, they were becoming what they used to consider “wild shit”–exploring their identity and how they wanted to present themself and getting a potential pet? But they’d never been asked something like this. It wasn’t that they were opposed to it or anything, definitely not. It was just new and different, and Simon was slow to adjust. They squeezed JC’s hand and smiled, swallowing hard because he was always so goddamn sincere and it made their heart swell a little bit. “No, babe, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t bring this stuff up. I just–” Well, what was their problem, exactly? “I guess, I don’t know her and I’m not sure how this would work. I think you should invite her over and then we’ll figure it out from there?” They didn’t know what that meant, but they trusted JC at the end of the day. If he thought they could figure this out and make it work so they were both comfortable, then they could.

JC smiled, bringing Simon´s hand to kiss their knuckles. Simon was so understanding, he knew he could talk to them about anything and he wouldn’t feel judged. Still, this wasn’t an easy subject to bring out and he was glad he had someone like Simon by his side. “One dinner, I promise. If you don’t like it, then it’s not for us. We can even have a q&a, so it works out for the three of us, leave it all in the open. Nothing works without communication”. He would have to do some research, it was the first time he had voiced this out loud and he wanted this to work, without hurting anyone’s feelings. “I can give her a call after breakfast. Now, the real question is, what kind of pet are we having?”

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Simon looked up, almost surprised that JC had been joking. That was dumb though–of course he was. He’d just been so focused on really finding a pet that it hadn’t occurred to him that there would be jokes. “Right, right, yeah, sure,” he agreed, heading to the coffee maker and setting it up for his bae. “Thanks honey,” he answered.

So there was lust. That definitely got Si’s full attention. He wasn’t imagining exactly, more like worrying about the idea. Well, okay, now he was imagining it: JC and some lady, both of them shirtless and gorgeous and sweaty… “Okay, wait, hold on. So. You met this girl and you want to invite her over for dinner or sex but you aren’t sure? Do you want me there or…” He just had so many questions.

“I want to invite her for dinner, babe“. Jesus wasn’t even sure she would agree to sex, or the fact that he was married and he wanted his partner there as well. “Of course I want you there”, he grabbed Simon’s hand, looking up at them. “We are married and whatever decision I make is going to affect both of our lives. The fact is that even though right now I’m feeling things, you’ve never been out of the equation. I am not doing this behind your back and I’m not doing this without you being on board, I don’t want an open marriage, I want you there. I don’t know what that means but that’s how I feel. If you’re not comfortable with it, I understand and I won’t bring up the subject ever again”. 

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Si rolled his eyes, not even wanting to get into it. “We can’t have a child as a pet. That’s totally missing the point.” They shook their head, fidgeting with the edge of the tablet. Rabbit wasn’t a terrible idea. Or a sugar glider. Sugar gliders were cute. They would be happy with a sugar glider. They’d have to remember that for when this weird breakfast was over. “Thank you, babe,” they answered, grabbing the coffee mugs to try and make something for them to drink.

Everything JC was saying made sense, but something still seemed off. He wasn’t exactly a good liar, at least not with them, so they could tell something was off. With a sigh, Simon put both their hands on JC’s elbows, stilling him. Then, they turned him around and gave him their most serious stare. “I promise not to freak out or panic,” they said slowly. “What’s this really about? Is she your ex? Are you missing–you know, lady-sex-parts? What?”

“Of course we can’t, I was just teasing. Plus, I don’t think people like it if you say a child is a pet“, Jesus would love to teach fútbol to someone and help them build things and... that was a subject for another day. “Anything for you, amor”, he smiled brightly, taking another bite of his food. He rubbed his forehead, he wasn’t good at communicating feelings or expressing himself correctly, he felt like he was tanking this conversation. 

 He could feel Simon’s stare and was probably figuring out what was going on. This was one of the things he loved so much about them, they knew him so well and viceversa, a perfect fit, Mamá said. “I don´t know how to explain it, I can’t say it’s more than lust right now because we kept the chat very casual. But I’m not doing anything if you’re not on board with this, I just think she would be good for us, as a friend or something more”. 

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text 📲 jesus

ellie: how's it going with your better half? does he think i'm a home wrecker yet?

jesus: things are still being talked about. This has nothing to do with you, and hopefully he'll understand.

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“We’re adopting. A pet, not a child, God,” they answered, switching from pigs to ferrets. Pigs got big really fast. How big were ferrets? Were they even legal pets? They really needed to do some research but they wanted to adopt the stupid thing right now. They didn’t want to have to wait. “Mm, salty, like me,” they added, still focused more on their phones than on the words. They’d already switched from ferrets to guinea pigs when JC asked them to put down their phone. More than anything else, the words themselves shocked them into following the direction. He never asked them to put down their phone unless it was serious.

Of course, stupid stupid Simon’s brain had to do the panic thing when JC said he met a girl. They knew that getting married had been serious but with the whole gender thing, sometimes they worried that it was just too much for JC, that he wanted someone more normal. It was a stupid thought, and Simon knew that, but they did have it. “A girl you want to come over because you helped her with groceries?” they repeated back, just to make sure they understood. “Yeah, I mean, I guess. What’s she like? What groceries did she buy? Anything interesting?”

“What’s so wrong with a k– no, I’m not going there. We are not ready for a child“, Jesus laughed and continued cooking. “Do you have any idea of what do you want? I would be happy with a dog, or a cat, maybe a rabbit? I saw a video once about rabbits and you have to make a special house for them so they can be active”, he always gave comments but when Simon had an idea, Simon had the last word. “Salty it is, mi amor”, he nodded and laid out some ingredients, Philadelphia cheese, turkey, mushrooms, ham, cheese and tomatoes. He assembled the crepes and put them in a plate, setting them in front of Simon, grabbing one and taking a small bite. 

The hair on the back of his neck rose as he heard Simon’s question. Yes, he knew Simon was too much but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want their too much-ness or that there was any doubt in his heart that marrying them had been a mistake. “She’s charming, and like I said more single friends. We could be potential matchmakers”, he didn’t really want to match Ellie with anybody else that wasn’t him and Simon, but still, it was too selfish. “well, the store has one of the best fruit I’ve seen or felt. She didn’t buy nothing too wild or crazy, uh... she’s blonde, she’s tiny and you’re taller than me so she’s tinier for you. Oh, and she has one of those smiles that just... it’s contagious”. 

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When Jesus went out for too long, things happened. Not, like, Simon-couldn’t-survive-without-their-man things. They were a goddamn adult, after all. They’d lived on their own for years. They didn’t need their husband. More like, Simon had gotten so used to sharing space and never asked for me-time, so when they had me-time, they tended to do stupid shit with it. This morning, they had already impulse-bought a dress online, gotten bored and began fussing with their stock portfolio, decided against any impulse day-trading, and decided to adopt a pet.

They had been in the middle of choosing what kind of pet when Jesus came home, so they were only half-listening to what he said. “That’s nice, baby,” they muttered, scrolling through pictures of baby pigs on their phone. Was a baby pig a bad pet? They had no idea. “Crepes are nice.” They sat down in the chair, and had switched to pictures of chinchillas when the words that he said hit them. “Wait, what? Who’d you meet? What kind of friend? Is this a crime thing?” They weren’t generally the suspicious type, but they’d been so focused on pet pictures, they were worried they’d missed something else.

Jesus noticed that Simon was looking at his phone, he rolled his eyes with a smile, he loved how random they were and that there was always something interesting happening thanks to their impulses. “What are we looking at today?”, he asked, before moving around the kitchen to grab all the ingredients. “Do we want something sweet or salty?”, talking about something else helped him think about bringing up the subject of Ellie, his mind was still a bit overwhelmed about what he was going to say. “Why would it be a crime thing? You know that if I had a body to bury, I would call you first and Father Esteban second, and then maybe Ma”, he laughed and looked at Simon, “put down your phone for a second”. 

He mixed the batter and turned on the machine, taking a deep breath. “There’s this girl I met, her name is Ellie. I helped her carry her groceries to her house and–”, this was not a good way to lay the scene, “I wanted to ask you if we could invite her over, you might like her. We need more friends, single friends, you know? Uhm”, he shrugged, not really sure how to continue the conversation. “What do you think?”

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“Honey, I’m home!“, Jesus yelled the second he opened the front door, carrying the grocery bags. He had probably taken up way too much time while shopping but he didn’t mind, and hopefully neither would them. “You know there’s this store not that far that has great fruit? I think the green juice will have a good taste now”, he commented as he walked into the kitchen, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face. The problem now was how to talk to their spouse about the subject without it being rude or making it seem like they weren’t enough for him, because it wasn’t an issue, Jesus was a thousand percent in love with Simon, it was something that wasn’t going to change, no matter what. 

“Do you want me to cook us some breakfast? Or should I say brunch?“, he began unpacking the items, making sure to put the fresh ones in the refrigerator, more than once things had gone rotten because of Jesus forgetfulness. “I met someone today”, he blurted out, “she’s pretty cool to hang out with, I was thinking that she could be our friend”, was this how couples made new friends? Or was he coming off as too weird? “You know I’m in the mood for pancakes, or maybe some crepes”. 

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“Not forward or creepy, don’t worry.” she said with a slowly growing smile. “You could be more forward and I wouldn’t be mad.” she let him know with a smirk. She would almost prefer him to be the kind of guy who made his intentions clear and bold but this strong and silent (maybe shy) type was working for her, too. “You can carry this one but I’m not taking full advantage of your strength now. My grocery bags don’t get that honor, sorry.” she smirked as she handed him the other bag she was carrying, keeping the heaviest to herself. “Oh, you can whistle, yeah. I like a good whistle because I think my ass is too tiny. I need validation like that.” she winked over her shoulder at him as she sauntered up the stairs. She shrugged as she grabbed him a glass of water. “It’s fine. I can’t really complain because it’s cheap and I don’t have money for what I really want yet. One day I’m gonna have tons of space with a pool and a fireplace and all kinds of cool stuff. This is just… what I can afford now.” She handed him the glass, smiling warmly at him and without a hint of bitterness to her tone. She would make it where she wanted to be eventually. She didn’t exactly know how but she knew she would.

“More forward, noted“, Jesus was usually more vocal about what he wanted, but still... he was walking down a fine line and he didn’t want any of the parties involved hurt or mad. He grabbed the other bag and smiled, “no, it’s fine. Maybe one day you’ll know how much I can carry”. He could carry her, easily, pick her up, push her to the nearest wall and– the first thing he was doing when he got home was a cold shower, or maybe a cold bath, with ice. “No, I think your ass is a good size, not too tiny, not too big”, perfect enough to grab and play with it. He took a sip of water, feeling his body temperature go back to normal momentarily, “I– we have a... if you really want to have a try at it sometime, we have a pool. It’s heated on Winter so it’s enjoyable the whole year”. And a fireplace, they could get one. Why was he thinking about making her happy? They had just met, but there was something that made him want to fulfill her every wish. “If you have your eyes on the prize, then you’ll get it, that’s what I think”.

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“Yeah? So he’s gorgeous and humble, hm?” she teased. “It’s okay, I like a man who knows how good he looks and you look…” She nodded approvingly at him, though she held back from voicing just how good she thought he looked now. She was sure by now he would understand she was interested in him and, while she was forward and went for what she wanted, she wasn’t the type to throw everything she had into someone who didn’t make it clear he wanted her in return. The ball was in Jesus’s court now. She handed him one of her bags but it wasn’t the heaviest one since he was already carrying all that he’d bought in one hand. “I promise not to stare at your arms while you hold those if you promise you’ll stare at my ass while I walk upstairs, deal?” she asked winking over her shoulder as they came upon her building. Three flights later and a moment to open the door, they stood in her modest one bedroom apartment and she directed him where to set the bag. “Do you want something to drink before you leave? Or at least a little break? You should sit.”

“Oh, humble is my third name. I forgot to mention that“, hopefully he wasn’t coming off as some self absorbed douche. “And you’re gorgeous, hopefully I’m not too forward or creepy”, he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. She was feeling him and he wanted her to know that he was interested in whatever could happen between them. He wasn’t being as bold as he used to be, mostly because he didn’t want her to think he was too eager for a kiss and then saying no, it was a tricky field to move around in. “Are you sure you don’t want me to carry more?”, he asked watching the bags remaining in her hands, “you’re only helping my muscles get bigger, so you’re doing a good thing here”. He laughed and nodded, “that’s a deal. Should I whistle or is that too much?”, he hoped she was this bossy in bed, the both of them had strong personalities and would probably like someone who was vocal about her needs and wants. When they finally arrived, he looked around her place, one bedroom was just enough for her to live in. He set the bag down and nodded, “I’ll take the glass of water, thanks. Your place is pretty cozy, do you like it here?”.

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“I don’t have anything as good now but that doesn’t mean a nickname perfectly befitting you won’t come about the more I learn. I can’t exactly call you sexy big arms and get away with it now, can I?” she asked teasingly. Ellie had always been more forward when it came to sex and her attraction to others but this was a new level even for her. “To be fair, Vicks is a miracle drug.” she smirked. She didn’t want to get too ahead of herself by picturing what a future where she was able to fuck him whenever she wanted actually existed but she couldn’t help picturing a bit of it. What he couldn’t do to her… It was probably a very short list. “Uh, yeah. I’ll check out now because I’m done but I’ll wait for you out front?” Just to be safe, Ellie held his forearm with her hand and pressed a kiss onto his cheek before she left to do just that. When he reappeared with bags and was hopefully ready to go, Ellie pointed up the block. “Will your groceries be okay while you help me up?” she asked. “I walked here so I don’t have a cold car to keep them in for you.”

“Sexy big arms? That’s quite a long name, but I can’t say that I don’t like it. I think it fits me very well“, he flexed his arm and turned to look at her with a grin, she was exactly what he was looking for them. “It should be on every household. Works for almost everything”, he agreed. And there it was, that smirk again. He wanted to know what she was thinking, maybe it was fried chicken or maybe it was him kissing those plump lips while he picked her up and... deep breaths. He was getting too excited and neither of the other two had said yes, and one of them, the woman infront of him, didn’t have any idea of what was happening. “Yeah, I won’t take long just a thing or two”. He felt tingles on his cheek where she had kissed him, a good sign was a good sign. He took out his phone and texted his husband: “hi love, remember that one talk we haven’t gotten around to? Well, it’s happening today and hopefully you’ll like it? There’s this girl you’re going to love”. A few minutes and some bags later, he was out the door. He nodded and switched his bag over to have one hand free, “yeah, nothing that’s fresh. My groceries will be just fine”. He held out his arm out, “just give me some bags and I’m ready to go”. 

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“Thank you,” she said, smiling at him like she’d never smiled at a stranger before. “Jesus Christopher. It’s a strong name, I get why she liked it. I’ll stick to Jesus until I have a better name for you. If, of course, we get to know each other well enough for that to be possible.” she smirked, but damn did she hope they would get there. “She doesn’t believe in sickness? Can I meet your mother?” she asked, laughing. “I think I’d learn a lot from her given the opportunity. Her shoulders deflated a bit when she heard him say it was just a roommate. She may still have been operating under denial but she wasn’t going to infer anything he didn’t outright tell her because it would stop her fun before it even started with him. “You’ll help my arms, I’l help your arms keep that muscle tone…” she smirked. “It’s a win-win.” She shrugged, “It’s not the best place it’s just next to the best market. My aunt had a friend renting their place out and was able to talk her down to a price I could afford. Please, don’t get your hopes up because it’s not that nice.” she said with a soft laugh. “Do you need anything else before we check out?”

“It is, right? Kind of felt the weight on my shoulders for a while. Jesus it is,“ the way his name sounded falling off her lips got him excited. “Think you can top Jesus Christopher? I would love to see you try. Unless you disappear on me, I don’t think getting to know each other better is out of the table”, so he wasn’t dreaming and she was interested, that was at least one third of his plan done. “She doesn’t, he fixes colds with Vicks and I swear it’s a miracle”, he knew it was a joke, but meeting his Mother would be another adventure all-together, she still wasn’t glad that he had married a man, bringing a girl to the house and still being married? She would faint. But he had to focus on what was happening right now, no getting excited and planning the future. He was going to her house, get her number and not breaking his vows... until he got permission. “How didn’t I notice that?”, he chuckled. “As long as you feel at home. It doesn’t have to be a two story house with thousands of rooms, you should have seen my first apartment, I could barely fit on the bed and I couldn’t change it without taking all the bedroom space”. He looked at his phone, checking the grocery list, “just some lotion and I’m good to go, Are you done with groceries? We could meet at the exit in 10 minutes”. 

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Her hand closed around his in the perfect balance between gentle and firm and all she knew in that moment was that she didn’t want to let go. “Jesus, I like that.” she said, eyeing him slowly. “What does the C stand for?” Slowly, after she felt like she’d held his hand long enough for it to border inappropriate, she let hers slide slowly out of his. Her head cocked to the side slightly when he said the word ‘we’ because she was sure she wasn’t imagining the chemistry between them here but people who weren’t in relationships didn’t casually use the word ‘we.’ “And the we you’re referring to is you and… your sick mother who lives with you?” she asked, jokingly hopeful that it would be the answer. If she could have pulled her eyes away from his face she’d have her answer but part of her wanted to pretend he wasn’t married if he was just a little longer. Or just long enough to get him naked if that’s what he wanted to do. “You really are a lifesaver, Jesus. I can make it worth the trouble if you do go out of your way but I only live a block or so from here so it wouldn’t be far.”

“Yours is a beautiful name too“, he commented with a smile, the same one that didn’t want to stop. “Christopher. Mom’s very religious and she found it apt for me to have the same initials as the big guy”. He dropped his hand to the side, trying to find another excuse to touch her again. He cleared his throat and shook his head, “no, Mom doesn’t believe in sickness. And thinks I’m too old to be living with her”. He could be honest, tell the truth and watch her walk away, probably thinking he was the worst kind of human in the world. “I was talking about my roommate, we’re pretty close”, he wasn’t technically lying, they lived together and a marriage was a pretty close relationship. if things went according to plan, the last think Jesus wanted was to scare Ellie away. “I can’t say lifesaver, but I’ll help your arms from getting too sore. Don’t worry, just knowing I made a good deed today is payment enough”. He raised his brows, “one block? I don’t live that close to my closest shop, how did you manage to snag a place near here? Sounds like a sweet deal”. 

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She laughed (far too hard considering the conversation topic they were focusing on) and nodded, “Right? We’re all in constant danger.” she concluded with a smile. Her eyes were glued to his arms as he reached up for the box and she felt the butterflies kick up in her stomach all over again as her mind immediately pictured what those big, strong arms could to with her tiny frame. “Thank you so much. I’m Ellie, by the way. And very glad I found you here today.” She held out her hand to shake his if he was so inclined but mostly so she had an excuse to step closer to him. “I was thinking I’d never seen you here before, yeah. Yours is definitely a face I’d remember.” she smirked. “What? You get free candy? That’s so unfair.” she said with a soft giggle. “I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you but if you’re not busy and you wouldn’t mind? I live on the top floor so grocery days are always more work than I like.” Honestly, the thought of him in her tiny apartment for whatever purpose was too good to pass up and if he was offering there was a chance he was interested in what she’d been picturing when he stretched out his arms moments ago.

“One push, even a small earthquake and...“, it wasn’t the visual he wanted her to have on their first meeting, or ever. He could feel her eyes on her and he couldn’t deny that he was showing a bit off, he knew he had a good body and he wanted her to notice. “I’m Jesus, but you can call me JC if you want”, she could call him any kind of nickname she wanted. He took her hand and shook it, her skin was soft against his own, lotion was the next item he was looking for. “We prefer something more close to home but this place has definitely caught my eye”, he couldn’t wait to come home and talk to his husband about her. And that smirk was making him think things that weren’t exactly nice and sweet, her in their bed... her smirk... no clothes... he stopped before his body could react. “Well, since you’re asking in such a nicely manner, how could I refuse?”, there was no harm in seeing someone’s apartment, especially someone as cute and interesting as her.   

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Ellie was far too focused on how sexy he looked when he bit his lip to register that there was a ring on his finger. She couldn’t help her smile growing a bit as she nodded, “I think you’re right. I can’t believe they still keep the top shelf that high but if they have to, there should be a system in place.” she laughed melodically as she pointed up to the box of crackers she didn’t need and then proceeded to watch his arm as he reached up for it. “Thank you, you’re a life-saver.” Her tone and expression could only be described as flirtatious and she knew she was being obvious, but she couldn’t help it. “Really? You don’t have to do that but I won’t say no to the help. I wish you lived in my neighborhood and could help me carry it up to my apartment.”

“I still can’t believe they have top shelfs. They’re not practical, no matter the height. What if something falls?“. Honestly, he really didn’t care about the conversation, he just wanted to know her name, what she did for a living, any detail seemed more interesting than this conversation about shelves. His gaze followed her finger and he noticed a box of crackers, without making it seem obvious that he was flexing, he reached out for the box and handed it to the blonde. “Happy to help”, Jesus smiled and scratched the back of his neck. “We could finish shopping and I could help you carry things to your car. My neighborhood isn’t really that far, but the fruit here seems to be the best so I decided to spice things up a bit. My usual store doesn’t have people like you, usually old married couples, not that it’s bad, I get free candy”. 

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Ellie’s job was so demanding during the week she liked to enjoy her weekends to the fullest extent. That meant her Saturdays and Sundays were sacred days that she refused to waste on grocery shopping and doing laundry so she always did those things Friday night. Thursday night if she had plans Friday but she typically didn’t until much later. She was one of very few people in the grocery store that evening, a few of them were familiar faces from around her neighborhood but there was a new face she couldn’t stop looking at. He was drop-dead gorgeous and she could swear her knees felt weak just looking at him. There was no need to start a conversation with him but she quickly made something up and approached him with a sweet smile. “Excuse me? I’m sorry to bother you but could you help me? I know you don’t work here but i need something off the top shelf and, well,” she smirked as she gestured to her tiny frame, knowing he’d get it. 

Jesus knew that weekends were made for resting, it was in the Bible. But still, he felt restless knowing that they needed apples, which made him start a list of things that they would need for the week, and that ended up in a trip to the grocery store. This wasn’t the usual one he went to but the reviews were fantastic and people said they had the best fruit in town. He pushed the cart around, dumping items in it and crossing out the list. He could feel someone staring at him and when he looked up, the most gorgeous blonde had her eyes on him. He twirled his wedding band on his finger and bit his lower lip, he had been thinking about having a third around for play time but never actually spoke about it, maybe she could help? “Hmm? What is it that you need? I think stores should have benches to help you, not that I mind helping”, he cleared his throat and shot her a smile, “if you need help with carrying heavy things, I’m good with that too”. 

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