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something from me and I wanted to know why he
couldn’t—or wouldn’t—talk to me.
    “Laundry.”
    “It took you all day to do the laundry?”
    Alex frowned. “It took a couple of hours,
then I went to a movie.”
    “What movie was it?”
    “ Jesus. Do
you have to know everything? Some lame action movie where people
got shot and they wrecked a whole lot of cars. What does it
matter?”
    I held up my
hands. “No reason, I just wanted to know what you’d done all day.”
I paused. It wasn’t Alex’s fault I was in a foul mood. “I was…
bored without you.”
    The fight
went out of him and his shoulders slumped. “Sorry. I just needed a
day off. A day to myself. It wasn’t you.”
    “ So I haven’t
pissed you off yet, then? I can’t be trying hard enough,” I
joked.
    Alex’s wide grin returned. “Idiot.”
     
     
    PROXIMITY. It had to be.
    “I’ve been going over the budget and…”
    The following
morning I watched Alex’s mouth as he
spoke. I didn’t hear the words, just watched his lips move and curl
around the words. They were pink and full, like a girl’s… except
not. His were surrounded by dark blond stubble and I had no idea
why, but this made them even more attractive.
    “… motel and
possibly pizza. I’ll have to see and make adjustments…”
    Proximity. It couldn’t be anything else,
could it? I mean, I’d never felt this… whatever it was. Alex bit
his lower lip as he concentrated on his spreadsheet and the
movement made my stomach flip.
    I had awoken that morning with an erection that
could smash rocks. Alex was asleep beside me. We’d kicked off the
sleeping bags during the night as it was too warm, so I could feel his body
heat through my thin T-shirt. Small puffs of air blew from between
his lips and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly against his
cheeks.
    Oh my God. I
needed to get laid. Since being on the road, I hadn’t had any
action apart from the odd jack-off in the shower. The longest dry
spell I’d had was back in high school so, yeah.
Proximity.
    “You’re not even listening to me, are
you?”
    “What? Sorry.”
    “ I stopped
talking three minutes ago, after I asked you if you’d prefer an elephant or
rhinoceros steak.” Alex’s voice was tight.
    I smiled,
trying to ease the tension I felt directed toward me from across
the table. “Elephant. I’ve heard rhino is a bit tough.” My attempt
to lighten the mood fell flat and I saw the flash of anger in
Alex’s eyes.
    “ Dammit , Josh. Is everything a
joke to you? I’m trying to talk to you about our budget and trying
to see if our money can last for the next…” Alex punched a couple
of keys on his laptop, harder than they deserved. “Forty-three
weeks. We may have to cut our adventure short if we keep eating
fast food. Not to mention we’ve both put on weight and I feel like
shit. I need some real food. Why can’t you… Jesus!”
    Alex stood
abruptly, his chair toppling over in the dirt, making one of the
legs snap in two. “Motherfucking piece of fucking shit!”
    My anger,
born of frustration , bubbled to the
surface, and I stood quickly, knocking my bottle of water into the
dirt of the campsite.
    “ Why can’t I
be what? More like you? Have every single thing planned out
and organized into a tight schedule?”
    Alex’s need
to plan and organize had never bothered me before, and to be
honest, it had helped a lot during college. He set up an entire
semester’s study plan to keep me on track and ensure I didn’t fail.
It helped that he studied with me and he wouldn’t let me go to a
party unless we had studied for at least an hour beforehand. I used
to cram the night before exams and always risked falling asleep
during the tests, but once Alex set up the schedule for me, I was
always prepared.
    So I knew my outburst was unfair, but it
didn’t stop me.
    “ Why do you
have to keep such a tight timetable? Isn’t part of this trip doing
what we want, when we want? And why do we have to have