I set up a meet with Rodrigo at a spot so we could talk. It was late afternoon, the sun already low, painting everything in that soft orange glow. I picked a place far from prying eyes. He showed up and I was nervous as hell, couldn't beat around the bush, so I jumped right into it.
— Rodrigo… I need to tell you something. And I want you to hear me out before you say a word.
He nodded slowly, his eyes locked on mine. No judgment there, just this patience that made me even more jittery.
I spilled it all. No holding back. I told him about Diego's insane proposition. That he wanted to watch us fuck. That he swore he wouldn't touch me, wouldn't interfere, just sit in the corner like some silent spectator.
I told him I said yes. But the dumb part of me still believed seeing that would hit him hard, make him jealous enough to want me in a whole different way.
As I talked, I watched his face change. His brow furrowed slowly. His eyes widened a bit, then narrowed, like he was trying to wrap his head around every word. He didn't interrupt. Just listened. When I finished, the silence dropped heavy between us, broken only by the distant hum of cars outside.
He took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair, stared off at the horizon for a few seconds before turning back to me.
— What do you mean… he wants to watch? — he asked low, his voice rough with disbelief.
— Just watch. He promised he'd stay put, quiet. Won't touch. Won't join in. — I laid out the rules again.
Rodrigo shook his head slowly, like he was trying to piece it together.
— Rafa… this is crazy. You know that, right?
— I know. — My voice came out quieter than I meant. — But I… I said yes. And now I'm telling you because I don't want to lie to you. I never have. You always knew I was crazy about him. Always knew that deep down, you were just a way to poke at him. To provoke him. And even then, you stuck around. Even then, you treated me right. Looked at me like I mattered.
He stared at me for a long time. I saw something flicker in his eyes — a mix of pain, resignation, and weirdly, tenderness.
— I like you, Rafa. For real. It's not just lust. Not just wanting to fuck. I like the way you laugh, the way you talk without a filter, the way you let go when you feel safe. And yeah… I knew you were using it to mess with him. But I thought with time, you'd see I was right here for real.
I swallowed hard. My mouth went dry from the punch of his words.
— I see it. I see you're here. And I like you too. I don't love you like I love him… but I like you. I like you a lot.
He gave a small, sad smile.
— And even so, you want to do this?
— Yeah. — I admitted, feeling my chest tighten. — Because some stupid part of me still thinks it'll work. That he'll see it, feel real jealousy, and… want me in a different way.
Rodrigo stayed quiet a bit longer. Then he took a deep breath, like he was making a tough call.
— Alright. I'm in.
My eyes went wide.
— You're in?
— Yeah. — He held my gaze. — But not because I think it'll do you good. Not because I think Diego's gonna change. I'm in because… if that's what you need to finally get who he really is… then I'll be there. I'll give you what you asked for. With care. With heat. Like I always have. And when it's over… when you realize he won't change… I'll still be here. If you want.
I felt a lump in my throat. I didn't expect this. Didn't expect him to say yes without fighting, without judging, without trying to talk me out of it. He just… accepted. And offered me a safe harbor after the storm.
I reached out my hand to him. He took my fingers, squeezed gently. His palm was warm, solid.
— Thanks — I murmured.
He smiled again, this time with a hint of sadness.
— Don't thank me. Just… promise that in the end, you'll be honest with yourself. About what you felt. About what you really want.
I promised. Even knowing, deep down, that maybe I wouldn't have the guts to keep it.