Ashleigh Anpilova


Ducky has always known that one day Jethro would be his.

A first time story.

Written: August 2009. Word count: 500.




From the very first moment I laid eyes on Jethro, I knew that one day he would be mine. Given he was heterosexual and had never shown any interest in a man, not even in myself, other than as a friend, this assertion might seem somewhat strange.


Indeed I cannot explain why I knew what I did; I just did. I knew the day would come when he would see me in a different light; when he would look upon me with the eyes of a lover, not simply as a good and dear friend.


Another thing I knew from the very start was that we would become friends; close friends; dear friends; intimate friends, and that our lives would in some way be entwined until the day death parted us. Indeed, maybe even beyond that in some way.


Naturally, I never shared this knowledge with Jethro; it didn't seem appropriate. Nor did I make an attempt to seduce him or approach him or even hint that I had feelings for him. That would have been completely inappropriate because the time would not have been right. And with matters of the heart, like so many things, timing is everything.


So for many, many years we simply went on growing closer and closer, becoming more and more intimate, letting our lives become more entwined with one another. I was his best-man at his marriages, I patched him up physically and emotionally when they fell apart; I was there for him. And in turn he was always there for me. He saved my life on more than one occasion. And woe betide anyone who crossed me, or made any kind of remark that Jethro might judge to be a slur on me and on my character.


And as we drifted on, I noticed that he was spending even more time with his boats and even less time bedding women. His dates grew fewer in number, and any woman he did take out rarely lasted beyond the first or second date. Whereas the number of times we had dinner together, or he invited himself to my home or invited me to his, increased significantly. The day came when I realized that six months had gone by, and as well as seeing him every day - even weekends when we weren't working found us together, even if just for five minutes - we were seeing one another at least once a week outside of the office.


Timing is everything and I gauged this was the right time. This was the time when he would become mine. And just as I knew that, I knew something else too: he would not approach me; it would be up to me to make the first move.


So I did. Tonight I invited him to join me for dinner, and when he put his arm around my shoulders upon arrival, I simply moved into his arms, pulled his head down and kissed him. We never did get around to eating.



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