mytintinposts: MytintinpostsMaybe too queer, but still hot “Jordy, it’s not too quee

mytintinposts: MytintinpostsMaybe too queer, but still hot “Jordy, it’s not too queer.”“It is. I mean…we have both our hands over my penis.”“…Jordy that was your idea.”“I don’t know what I was thinking! I guess I just, like, let all my gayness cloud my judgement.”“Jordy, honey have you eaten?”“What?” he blinks.“You’re getting manic, have you eaten honey?”“…I ate a protein bar. And a latte.”“Decaf?”“…No.”“Jordy, you need to eat real food.”“How can I eat at a time like this!” he huffs, throwing his arms dramatically. “Why did I allow naked photos to be taken of us? They’re so…cheesy.”I pick up the prints the photographer mailed us. “I think they’re sweet.”“…Sweet?” Jordy repeats.“Yes. I mean, look at us. It’s so clear. You are shy, scared to put yourself out there as you are - naked in both body and soul - for another man, but you clearly want to because you have puppy eyes for that man. Well, me, in this analogy. And the other man - me - is reaching out to say that being together doesn’t mean surrendering yourself entirely, it means learning to share yourself with someone because that can be wonderful and amazing and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I love it. It conveys our relationship perfectly.”“Oh my god.” Jordy replies softly, his voice still tinged with that dramatic, twinky tone of us. “You see that in this picture?”“Yes, baby, I do. You are also damn fine, if I can say so.”“Oh you can, you can,” Jordy cooes, reaching for me. I embrace him in a hug. “Oh there there. It’s ok. I know it’s a little embarrassing putting yourself out there on film. I thank you for indulging me with pictures for anniversary. You don’t have to look at them again if you don’t want to.”“….I don’t?” Jordy replies, pulling away and looking at me. “Not if they make you that uncomfortable?”“Well…I mean… when you put it that way…” Jordy shuffles through the photos on the coffee table. “Woah, this one has your penis in it! Ok, this one’s hot.”I laugh. “Jordy. You can have my penis any time you want.”“And I really appreciate that.“But you don’t want to look at the ones of us together?”“….Now you make me seem like an ungrateful diva bitch.”“Well, if the shoe fits…”“Uuughh I am such a virgo.”“Jordy.”Jordy crosses his arms and looks away. “I like them. I really do. It’s just weird to see a physical embodiment of the way you feel for someone.”Suddenly he’s left me speechless. “Jordy…” I begin.“But you’ll never get me to admit that again!” He grabs the naked photo of me and marches into the kitchen.“Where are you going?” I ask.I watch him magnet it to the fridge and smirk. “To make dinner.”“That photo of me is not staying on the fridge.”“I’m making you lasagna. It will stay there for now, and then I’m taking it to work and putting it in my locker.”“…Jordy I’m not sure the other firefighters will like that.”“Rick has a naked photo of a porn star in his locker! You can see her lips. I want to play too.”I give him a look. He still won’t say ‘vagina’. Sometimes, Jordy’s just impossible, so I decide I’m done bickering with him and let him make me dinner. We went out for dessert, then came back, made love, and went to sleep. When I came home from work the next day, the intimate photo of us that caused Jordy to freak out was displayed on our bedroom dresser in a beautiful silver frame. __________________Text is fictional. -- source link

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