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The Great (and Oblivious) Gatsby

Based on this post by @ewokwookie about how Gatsby is an oblivious idiot to his surroundings even in modern days

http://ewokwookie.tumblr.com/post/158925599715/great-gatsby-modern-au

Living next door to Gatsby had its perks. He let me spend as much time as I’d like there and that was very handy in the summers. Gatsby liked the company as his house was much too big for a single person. He was a lonely man. That was when he wasn’t inviting women over to fill the void that Daisy left when she ran away with Tom.

Speaking of Gatsby, he pulls up in front of my house on the warm summer day of June 19, 2018. “Afternoon, old sport!” He waves from the front seat of his bright yellow lamborghini.

“What are you doing, Jay?” I smile as I stand from the cushioned chair I had on my porch.

“Going for a drive! Would you like to join me? I’m stopping at a bar later on tonight.” He says as I approach, leaning on the door frame.

“Ah, I’m going to have to sadly decline. I’ve already got plans for this evening.” I smile at him.

“That’s alright,” He pats my arm. “Come for a drink later on. I plan to return before eleven.” He gives me that smile that makes my knees weak.

“I-... I-... Yeah.” I nod and Gatsby laughs at my stumbling. It happened so often with him that I’m sure that he thought it was just a true stutter.

“Alright, old sport, I’ll let you be. Tell me all about your plans tonight, will you?”

“I will.” I assure and slide my arm from Gatsby’s hand which was still held firm where he’d touched me minutes before.

I step back and he pulls around my house before speeding down my drive and out of sight. I take in a breath, as I can’t properly breathe when he’s around. He may be my best friend and I, his only friend - as he says - but, I just can’t bring myself to tell him that I’m gay or especially the fact that I have had undeniable feelings for him for far too long.

He makes me so weak at points that I physically can’t even speak at some points. I can’t even stammer any sort of reply out, I just stand, open mouthed and stare at him. It is utterly pathetic and obvious that I’m smitten with him. Good thing that Gatsby is either very blind to my affections or just ignores it.

I’m grateful nonetheless.

I sigh and slide back into my home to get ready for my evening out. My ‘plans’ that I had before mentioned to Gatsby were to finally head to the gay-bar in town, as I have been thinking about it often. I had only not been before out of sheer nervousness. I was too paranoid of my dirty little secret getting out.

Tonight was the night I finally do it though.

I try on various outfits but, ultimately decide on a silky, pinkish-white button-up, tight black jeans and a pair of cherry reddish-purple Doc Martens that Gatsby had gotten me as a birthday gift.

All that was left was to fix up my hair. I had let it grow out a bit so, I now have perpetual bedhead. I remember once, Gatsby fixed it for me and it never has nor will look that good again. I throw some gel in it and muss it more than it already was and decide that it looks good enough.

I make my way into the kitchen and grab my wallet from the table and stuff it in my pocket, picking up my phone to call an Uber.

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It was about six once I had reached town and gotten dinner. It was a lovely night and it was thrilling but, I was shaking with nerves. I have to take a few anxious breaths before entering the bar. It was absolutely beautiful, there were people being open and wearing rainbow clothes and kissing and dancing and-... God, it was like magic. I felt like I was finally at home.

I wander and flirt with some of the guys that I saw and a few men even were into me. One asked me to dance with him and we’ve been all over one another since. His name was Adam and my, my, he was lovely.

He leaned into me, holding my hips to keep me close as he spoke. “Would you mind if I kissed you?” He has an Australian accent and it makes my body tingle.

I, in response, kiss him. He hums against my mouth with a light smirk. We kiss hard, battling almost for some kind of dominance. He slides his tongue in my mouth and I moan against him. He grins and I soon take over, biting his upper lip and sucking at his lower one quickly after.

He breaks the intense make-out by trailing down my face and jaw, down my neck and to my exposed collar bone. My breath is taken away by such actions. I’ve only ever had a few encounters like this but, none of the men I’ve been with have had such wonderful lips.

“Oh, god, Adam.” I whisper and I feel him smirking as he runs a hand up my back from beneath my shirt.

He moves back to the middle of my neck, beginning to leave a hickey there. That’s when I spot a familiar face at the bar and nearly collapse. “Shit, I-... I am really sorry but I have to leave. Um, give me your number?” I fumble with my phone and he just puts it in my notes.

“Why do you have to leave so suddenly?” He asks me and I look at him with big eyes.

“I-... I know the man at the bar and don’t want to have any sort of conversation with him at the moment.” I tell and he nods. I say a goodbye and shove through the crowd before slipping into the bathroom. I’m panting once I get in there and find a couple of guys making out in the back. They don’t pay me any mind as I shake and sputter like a fool.

Gatsby? Gay? That’s a fat chance in hell. He’s the straightest guy I know!

Well, most men that hook up with me believe I’m straight so, I shouldn’t assume. But, I know Gatsby. He sleeps with girls and once loved my cousin.

Now, everything I know is shattered to bits. Now, Jay Gatsby is leaned against a bar with women and men at his side, ogling him with excited eyes as he buys them all drinks. I expect that he’s handing out wonderful kisses that I’ve dreamt of a million and one times to them all too.

I splash water on my face and run some through my hair as sweat had ruined the gel in it. I don’t think I’m read to be out to Gatsby, even if he does bat for the same team. Or both. That would make much more sense.

I take in several deep breaths to calm myself. I don’t want to leave, I’ve never had a better time but, I also don’t want to see Gatsby (for the first time ever - may I add). I chew my bottom lip and let out a heavy breath.

Stepping out of the bathroom makes my head reel. I was not ready for such a night. I just came here to have a good, calm night of making out and, if I was lucky, a possible fling.

I decide to try and hide on the other end of the room, yet, don’t get far. “Nick! Old sport!” Gatsby’s voice cheers over the crowd of people and loud music. I sigh. I’ve been caught.

I turn and look as surprised and not-nauseated as possible in a situation like this. “Jay!” I cheer and unwillingly make my way to him and his group of friends.

“This was your plan? You should’ve told me, old sport! I’m here all the time!” He grins and a couple of the people around him nod.

“I-... I-...” I stammer out. “I never-... You never told me…?” I trail and he gives me a confused look.

“Are you well, old sport? Normally your stutter isn’t this bad.” He touches my forehead.

“I-... Jay, I don’t have a stutter!” I protest.

“Not a bad one, no, but, you stutter often.” He had stepped closer so we didn’t need to yell to hear one another. His crowd thinned once he stopped paying attention to them.

“I never stutter unless-...” I clamp my mouth shut as I nearly let all of my secrets slip.

“You have a stutter, Nick. You do it all the time,” He insists. “But, let’s debate about that later on. Have you picked up any of the ladies tonight?” He asks me and I nearly faint.

“Ladies?” I ask and he nods, looking at me confused.

“Yes, have any caught your eye, old sport?”

My jaw drops and I can’t fathom how utterly oblivious he is. He really hasn’t noticed my attraction to him. He doesn’t even realize that this is a gay-bar. “G-... Gatsby, do you-... Do you know where you are?” I choke out.

“Yes, it’s the ‘Bang!’ bar. Nick, are you sure you’re alright?” Gatsby frowns at me worriedly.

“Jay! This is a gay bar! For gay people!” I shout and he looks a bit stunned. I’m not sure if it was because of the information I just gave him or because of my outburst.

“Let’s speak outside,” He says suddenly and yanks me through the crowd and out onto the bustling city streets. He brings me to his car. “Get in.” He tells me and I do.

Gatsby climbs into the driver's seat and starts the car. He says nothing to me, even after driving a mile in the opposite direction of West Egg. “Did you really not know what kind of bar that was?” I ask quietly. I feel as though he’s ashamed of me.

He shakes his head in reply, still not speaking. I cough awkwardly, just as he decides to speak up.

“Why-... Why didn’t you just tell me, old sport?” He asks me, touching my knee, softly and unsure of himself.

“I-... I didn’t, well… Think that… That you would want-... Be okay with… Me.” I stammer harder than usual and he glances at me.

“You have a stutter.” He says definitively.

“I only stutter around you, okay!?” I burst and promptly slip as far as I could, down in the seat.

“Why?” He asks.

“Because you make me nervous, Jay.” I whisper.

He frowns. “Have I done something wrong, old sport?” I can tell that he’s a bit nervous himself.

“You’re just you, Jay… Good, ‘ol, perfect you.” I sigh sadly.

“I’m sorry, what was that? You’re mumbling.”

“You’re perfect and intimidating, Gatsby! You’re so charming and beautiful in everything you do that it’s not fair!” I gasp out. “But, you’re obliviously blind and that’s the one fault you have.”

“Nick, you’re rambling. What are you talking about?” Gatsby gives me a furrowed look.

“Christ, Jay! Do I have to spell it out for you! I have undeniable, utterly hopeless, massive feelings for you!” I promptly bury my red face into my palms to hide my embarrassment. I felt stupid as hell.

“You do?” He mumbles.

I don’t answer and feel the car slow to a crawl before stopping completely. Jay parks and soon is taking my hands in his own.

“Hey, Nick, look at me,” His voice is but a whisper, soft and quiet, calming. My eyes flicker open, brimmed with tears. “You should have just told me, Nick.”

“I didn’t want to lose you. Why would I tell you with a fear like that?”

“Because, old sport, I could’ve done this sooner.”

And then, he kissed me, climbing over the center console, holding my cheeks in his palms as he did. Once I realized this was reality, I grabbed his shirt collar with both hands and held him close. He kissed me so hard that I forgot who we were and what was happening other than the contact between our lips. I push harder to him, desperate and I pull his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking at it like I was leaving a hickey. He moaned against me and I grinned a bit.

He pulls back and I try to stop him, he laughs and smiles that smile that makes me stupid. “I never imagined that you would kiss like that… Wow.” He breathes.

“We’ll talk about what you just said later. Just keep kissing me. Don’t stop.” I yank him back to me, keeping him from saying anything else to make me fall more in love with him than I already was.

#Natsby #The Great Gatsby #Gatsby #Jay Gatsby #Nick Carraway

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