Absinthe in the Cold

The first time my green lover came to Michigan to see me, it was a frozen October Michigan night. I was terrified, and I think he was, too.

I was scared because I am a very introverted person believe it or not. If I didn't click with him in person, I wouldn't have the balls to say anything about it until after the week was over and he flew back to Texas. Plus, at the time, I was still living with Cider, and that left plenty of room for chaos.

I think he was scared of similar things, too. But from what he's told me since, he was scared I would have been "fake." He later wrote a short story that starts out with a similar airport pickup for a long-distance relationship, but the lover becomes a monster who actually devours the traveling guy mid-sex.

We kissed in the car, and it was magic. We held hands on the way to my place. It was tremendously cold, but I don't remember there being snow that day. When we got to my house, we got inside, and, if memory serves me correctly (it's been about a year now), we watched TV with Cider for a while. It was way past Absinthe's usual bedtime, but he stayed up.

When we finally went to bed, it was on. I had teased him online all day, had teased him on the way to my place, and I teased him through his underwear while he tried to sleep. Then, he growled, turned me over, and fucked me in bed.

From what Sin has told me since, his relationship with Waffles had been fairly sexless. There wasn't a lot of oral sex, much less anal. I think the phrase Sin used with me constantly, and still to this day, is "pleasantly surprised." When I told him I was perpetually horny before that meeting, I wonder if he thought it was a superficial statement, kinda like I'm sure it was when he had first started talking with Waffles.

We woke up early, despite our limited sleep, and went out to breakfast.

I didn't get to show him much of Lansing except for a few eats, but we had a great time. We played a little truth or dare game one night, where we found a series of furry art pieces we wanted to try the poses of, and that integrated into the game. I kicked his ass at the strip poker, but he fucked my ass by the end. Some of the poses involved bondage, chastity, toys, and he even gagged me with his green jockstrap he had worn for a few days before. Nice and musky~

Absinthe and Espresso during a game of truth or dare.

But the trip had its drama for sure. Cider got pissed seeing us together a lot. He got very passive aggressive when he saw Absinthe and I hold hands or kiss. As he told me once, it seemed like I was a lot more romantic with Sin than I was with him. Part of Cider was scared, I think, that I would abandon him as a friend, too.

Waffles stirred some shit, too. Every day, he wanted to know exactly what Sin was doing, at all hours. He became very jealous and possessive. At least a third of the time Sin was here, he was on his phone, trying to console Waffles. I got it. I understood. But I still had some...stern words with Waffles after the trip.

I remember I got a diagnosis during the trip. I had tested positive for syphilis. I hadn't had any symptoms or anything. It was just part of a routine checkup. But I was terrified Sin would judge me or hate me. I was sexually active at the time, but I tried to wear protection as much as possible. But apparently, shit happens. Still, I knew he didn't have a lot of experience dealing with people with STIs, so I was terrified, especially after such a good week, that he would leave me over that. I've been dumped for less. Waffles gave us both an earful, I remember. Later, Sin got tested, and he came back negative despite our sexual activity that week.

And it really was a romantic week for us. We went on a date (something else that made Sin pleasantly surprised), and it affirmed that we really loved each other and clicked in person.

When Sin left, he left me a note on my desk (I still have it), telling me how much he loves me and how much he would miss me. Me, on the other paw, I left plastic spiders in his tote bag to scare the shit out of him when he was back in Texas. (It worked.)

Art that Absinthe commissioned of us from Joseph Chou.