August 12th, 2011

looking ahead 2


"Cantaloupe or watermelon?" Will asked Orlando as they moved through the produce section.

"Doesn't matter to me," Orlando said, smiling.

"Watermelon it is," Will said, picking one up. He paused then grabbed a cantaloupe. "Might as well get both. Shy likes--" He stopped, frowning as he looked down at the fruit. How long had the kid been gone and Will still couldn't get used to the fact that he was no longer living with them. "I'm sorry," Will said when he saw the hurt look on his husband's face, however fleeting it may have been. "Let's get some strawberries instead."


Will studied his face in the mirror. He wasn't aging badly and had definitely seen worse. Plus, it wasn't as if men weren't given a free pass when it came to getting older. At least he didn't have grey hair. What would he do the day it started coming in? Could he pull off distinguished? Maybe. If not, there was always the option of touching up. Taking a step back, he looked at his body. That was always going to look good. If the face ever let him down, Orlando could always make him put a bag over his head.