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Single's Awareness Day

“You must be kidding me.” Karen blurted.

Everyone turned to look at her. It wasn’t her fault; she was incredibly personable, but a bit too outspoken. Tack it onto her willingness to be empathetic. Perhaps that’s why Declan had opened himself to her.

“Sorry,” she apologized, evidently embarrassed, “I didn’t mean to… Go on.”

“No, Karen, it’s fine, ask your question.” Dr. Anderson pressed on.

“I just don’t understand how you’ve never had a ‘real’ Valentine.” Karen sympathized. They’d touched upon the subject in private, but never really went in depth with it.

Declan nodded and shrugged. It was true, he had continued to give Gable everything, and, yet… Gable never reciprocated the effort.

“It doesn’t help that I cheated on him on Valentine’s Day.” Declan finally admitted to a bevy of gasps.

Four hours." He thought to himself.

He’d been waiting there four hours for Gable, and the worst part? It was Valentine’s Day. Declan was frustrated, more than anything. The jock had swore to him that he’d make the last couple of months up to him today, yet here he was. Waiting on him. Again.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" He texted him. It was flabbergasting that Gable was, evidently, ditching him again. This was the fourth time in a row he had done this.

Declan had progressively approached the painful realization that Gable was growing distant, and that their torrid love affair was rapidly coming to an untimely end.

What he feared most was that Gable’s pride was in large part to blame to their dissolution. However, he knew that it’d be him that would have to endure the weight of that blame. Gable would never admit to his shortcomings.

His phone vibrated furiously. It was Gable. He was hesitant to open the phone in order to read what he had sent him, but curiosity overcame him. He flipped the phone open, the screen’s light illuminated the dark confines of his room.

Hey, sry. Something came up. I g2g. Ttyl” the message read. Declan’s face fell instantly, his stomach tightened, and his eyes began to expel the tears that only true frustration could manifest.

He felt pathetic, it was as if Gable had just spit in his face, and shit all over the trust he’d entrusted him with.

It was truly as if some heartless, selfish, prick had usurped the amazing guy he had met all those years before. The benevolent one, the one who cared, the one who he used to spend entire weeks talking to, planning the future with…

Alright, whatever… Have fun in Rio Rojo... With your ‘friends’,” Declan sent him.

Gable responded angrily, but Declan ignored it. He knew what he’d say back. The more he cursed Gable’s name, the faster an idea manifested in his head. It was a Saturday, but they had a by week. Without thinking twice, he messaged Ryder.

Another one bites the dust. Gable bailed on me. Singles Awareness Day for me.” He smirked at the message, and prayed he’d take the bait.

It wasn’t but two minutes later that Ryder responded. Excitedly, Declan snapped his phone open.

Haha, me too. The girl I was supposed to take out bailed.” the message read.

At that junction in their relationship, he come to accept that Gable would never change. It wasn’t a matter of time, it was a matter of will, and he could see Gable had no interest in changing. The connection was lost, there was no more spark in his eyes. It was evident the honeymoon was long over.

Want to celebrate together?” he responded.

A few minutes later he felt his phone vibrate.

“Ryder.” He thought, but he was wrong. It was Skylar.

Hey, happy Valentine’s Day. Hope it’s a good one.

He chose to ignore it, and closed his phone. It wasn’t that he was ignoring Skylar, or that he didn’t want to talk to him, he was just concentrated on the task at hand.

As he await Ryder’s reply, Declan changed into the outfit he had chosen for he and Gable’s date that night. It wasn’t until he moved in front of the mirror that he realized how handsome he truly looked. To him, the weight loss, although unhealthy, had done him well. His svelte appearance made him look truly modelesque, or so he thought.

His phone vibrated with furious intent. He flipped it open, as he searched for a condom in his drawers.

Yeah. I’m down. You come to me?” he read.

Sure. On my way.” Declan sent back.

Almost instantaneously, he stuffed the condom in his back pocket, grabbed a jacket and headed out the door. His heart was racing, he didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but he knew what he had to do.

He produced his keys from the confines of his pocket, unlocked the door and got in. With the ignition started, he backed out of the driveway, and sped towards Ryder.

Heart still racing, he arrived about an hour and a half later. He texted Ryder that he’d arrived, and within minutes his phone rang with his call. He answered, and Ryder’s voice fell into his ear. It was sexy, it was charismatic, it was… Everything Gable’s used to be.

Once they made arrangements as to where to meet, Declan checked the mirror to insure everything was in its place. He thought about Skylar in that instant, how he’d ignored him on purpose, how, maybe, it should’ve been him he’d messaged... After all, Skylar had been there steadfastly through his affair with Gable.

As he neared their designated meeting place, Declan’s stomach dropped. He knew he shouldn’t be here, but it was far too late now. He parked his car and texted Ryder about his arrival. It was then that he saw his masculine red truck pull up next to his van. Ryder looked incredibly dapper, and his dimples made Declan’s face light up.

Declan jumped out of his car, and walked towards Ryder’s truck. They locked eyes and smiled at each other. He climbed into the truck and closed the door after him, the smell within the truck was intoxicating. It was such an alluring aroma that he felt his member harden slightly as he basked in the scent.

“Hey!” His overexcitement was terribly evident, but Ryder didn’t seem to mind, he responded with the same enthusiasm.

“Hey! What’s up? You look spiffy.” He smirked.

He chuckled back at him, and then they were off. They discussed the possibilities of what they could do, but nothing seemed worthwhile to them. They ended up getting some fast food and going to a small park close to downtown Rio Rojo.

“So, are you and Gable… Over?” He asked in between bites.

“Not officially, but I mean… I’m here with you, aren’t I?” Declan shrugged.

“Yeah, why are you here with me?” Ryder inquired.

“I’m not too sure, actually,” Declan began, “Something inside me made me decide to text you. I’m sorry if this is awkward.”

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s not. I was just curious.” He stressed the curious part, and locked eyes with him.

“Are you…” Declan narrowed his eyes.

“Am I what?” Ryder asked, nervously.

“You know…” He encouraged.

Ryder stared directly ahead for a few minutes. The sexual tension in the cabin’s atmosphere was tangible. He weighed his options… He could hook up with Declan, and get it out of his system, or he could continue to undermine his innate sexual curiosity. It was now or never he thought.

“Am I hinting that we should hook up,” he finally broke the silence, “Maybe. I’ve always been curious, and don’t tell anyone, but I was jealous of Gable for actually being brave enough to date you.” He confessed.

“Shut up. He doesn’t matter right now.” He placed their food out of the way, grabbed Ryder by the back of the neck, and kissed him. It was the type of kiss that he’d only seen in movies.

Ryder climbed on top of him, his musk, again, intoxicating. Declan was lost in the moment. He kissed, grabbed and felt. He grabbed one of the jock’s perfectly round mounds, eliciting a moan from him. That single moan drove Declan insane. He could feel his erection pressing into him… He knew very well that what he was doing was wrong, but he wanted it. At this very moment, he wanted it more than anything in the world.

“Do you want to blow me?” Ryder asked between kisses.

“I don’t know, do you want me to blow you?” Declan retorted breathily.

“Yeah, blow me.” He raised to his knees, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered them to reveal his pulsating member. It was larger than average, and even smelt delicious.

Declan looked into his eyes, grabbed the base and licked the tip. Ryder moaned in ecstasy, and even louder when Declan began bobbing up and down on his shaft. The moans grew increasingly louder once he deep throated repeatedly, and as Declan rolled his testicles in his hand, he felt him nearing climax.

“I’m going to cum soon… Stop, if you want me to fuck you.” Ryder said in between breaths.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Declan asked.

“I don’t know, do you want me to fuck you?”

“I don’t know… Why do we have this conversation every time?” he asked him.

“I don’t know. Do you have a condom?” He asked him.

“Yeah,” Declan produced the condom from his back pocket, and handed it to him.

The conversation was over, the moment it started. Ryder stripped off his shirt, and took off his jeans. Declan followed suit and disrobed. They threw themselves into this with reckless abandonment, the passion was indescribable, and the best part about it was that it was wrong. So, so, wrong.

He ripped the condom wrapper, put it on his dick, spat on Declan’s asshole, and looked deep into his eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” Ryder asked.

“It’s going to hurt, but I have never been more sure of wanting to do something in my life.”

Hesitantly, he entered him, the pain was almost unbearable, but he allowed him to go in completely. Once inside, Ryder moaned and began kissing and nuzzling Declan’s neck. It was the greatest feeling he’d ever felt, and just as Declan had said, he’d never been surer of anything in his life.

They had sex. Passionate sex. Declan soon became accustomed to the feeling of his member inside of him, and it wasn’t long until he felt the same level of ecstasy as the jock did. Ryder’s truck was rocking to the rhythm of his thrusts, both of them intoxicated by each other’s scent. They both groaned, moaned, and grunted.

A few minutes later, they were both reaching their climax. Ryder pulled out, took off the condom, and proceeded to jerk off. Declan jerked himself off as watched him pleasure himself to release. It was the sexiest image he’d ever seen. Easily, it rivaled Gable nearing climax. It was then the realization of what he’d done overcame Declan… He’d truly made a huge mistake.

They both came, eventually, and afterwards the once sexual tension turned into an awkward one; neither knew what to say or do, both knew what they had done was wrong. Terribly wrong. An eternity passed before they were able to bring themselves to look at each other. It wasn’t until Declan’s phone rang that they were snapped out of their disbelief.

“It’s Gable.” Declan opened his phone, “Hello?”

“Hey, look… I’m sorry, I… I got caught up with some stuff, but Happy Valentine’s Day. I miss you, and shit… I just…”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” Declan responded.

“Hey, I got to go, but I’ll text ya. Bye.” He hung up, before Declan could even say goodbye.

“What’d he want?” Asked Ryder.

“That he was sorry for bailing on me. And that he misses me. And shit.” Declan said dryly.

“Well, that’s nice...” Ryder trailed off. With that, he retrieved their clothes and they began to dress.

“Yeah, well… Uh, I should get going. I have a long day tomorrow…” Declan began.

“Yeah, no… For sure, this was… Uh… This was great.” Ryder smiled.

“Yeah, it was… It was.” Declan nodded.

“Alright, well… I’ll text ya.” Ryder finally said as Declan finished tying his shoe and opened the door to the truck.

“Sounds great. See ya.” He climbed out of the truck only to realize his car was still back at the parking lot they’d met up at. He walked back to Ryder’s truck, and motioned for him to lower the window.

“Um… My car is back at the… Uh… Yeah…” Declan stammered.

“Oh, shit… My bad, Declan. Get in. I’ll drive you back.” Ryder apologized.

Needless to say, the ride back to Declan’s car was as awkward as it the moments after they finished having sex. They exchanged confused looks, neither of them wanting to break the silence.

Finally, they reached their destination, bid each other good bye once more, and went their separate ways. What would happen from then, no one really knew, but it was a definite game changer for both Declan and his relationship with Gable.

“Well. It’s safe to say that brings us to the end of today’s group session.” Dr. Anderson announced to the dismay of the entire group.

“I want to know what happened after that,” one of the patients asked, as they left the room.

“You always end up hogging up the end of the session.” Karen poked his arm.

“It’s not like I go into them with that intent,” Declan shook his head.

Karen chuckled.

It was true, no matter what the day was, everyone seemed entranced by Declan’s experiences. His anecdotes were the ones that elicited the most reactions.

Maybe, it was the conviction with which he told them, or the fact that his heart ached every time he related a distant memory. Regardless, he knew how painful suffering through the perfect storm had been, and his only hope was that his personal devastation could give them hope.

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