“Stop calling me,” said the voice, picking up for the first time that day. “Why you been avoiding me?” asked Xander, ignoring the request he was sure his lover didn’t really mean. “I ain’t been avoiding you. I been busy,” said the muffled voice on the other end of the line. “Doing what?” “Minding my own damn business. Why don’t you try?” “You are my business.” “I told you I hate fags, Xander,” he yelled. Then he whispered, “I ain’t gay.” Xander had no idea how to handle the whole “I’m not gay” thing. He didn’t believe his man when he said it, and he knew that if he ever wanted to be something more than just a piece of man-ass on the side he’d have to confront his lover, eventually. The problem was, he didn’t know how to say what he felt without pushing him farther away. “I don’t know about this no more, Xander,” he continued, breaking through Xander’s stammering. “What do you mean?” “Maybe I should just be with my wife. I told you, I ain’t gay.”
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