How Deep the Bonds Pt. 02

Hello! Thanks for stopping by! In this chapter of How Deep the Bonds we find Darius showing some curiosity about Cyrus' bisexuality. I hope you enjoy! All characters are mine and everyone involved in sexual situations are over 18 years old. Thanks for reading!

Part 2: Darius & Cyrus

Early Fall 2010

The sun was just peeking through the curtains when Cyrus crept into the apartment he shared with Darius and Yasmine. He was trying to silently close the front door when a loud shout from the living room almost sent him into cardiac arrest.

"GOD!! Fucking dammit!"

Darius' shout was followed by the loud clatter of a game controller being tossed to the glass topped coffee table. Cyrus held a hand to his chest and took a deep breath to calm his rapidly beating heart before sauntering into the low-lit living room.

"Careful there, dude, if you break that table Yasmine will be livid," Cyrus said.

"You're home late," Darius said grouchily, glaring at the screen as John Marston respawned at his last save point.

"Or early depending on your perspective." Cyrus glanced at the screen. "You've been playing all night?"

Darius had been booting up the Xbox as Cyrus left for his date the night before and as far as he could tell he hadn't moved.

"How do you know I didn't get up early to play before work?" Darius asked, leaning back on the couch rubbing his eyes.

"Cause, you don't have a shift today and when you don't have an early shift you oversleep," Cyrus said lightly. He came around the coffee table, sat next to Darius, and picked up the discarded controller.

"Do you mind?" Cyrus asked gesturing with the controller.

"Nah, go for it," Darius grumbled. "I'm starving anyway."

Darius stood as Cyrus started playing from his save point. He had already beat Red Dead Redemption, so he moved quickly through the familiar game elements. Darius returned a moment later carrying a plate stacked with cold pizza.

"How'd your date go?" Darius asked. "Must have been good if you're coming home this late."

"Or early," Cyrus mumbled, focused on the game.

"Sure," Darius replied. He shoved the point of one of the cold slices into his mouth and chewed before continuing. "But it was good?"

"It was alright," Cyrus said. "Aw fuck."

John Marsten died again as Cyrus fumbled his moves. He put the controller down.

"Too tired maybe," Darius said with a grin.

"Ha! Yeah," Cyrus said.

"So, just alright?" Darius asked.

Cyrus sighed and leaned back on the couch.

"Yeah, he was really cute," Cyrus said. "But he was kinda... I dunno."

Darius studied his friend's face and saw a bleakness there he didn't like.

"What Cyrus?" Darius asked.

"He just made... like weird comments," Cyrus said. "I guess I'm the first brown guy he's ever been on a date with."

Darius made an affirming noise.

"So... originally from LA or..." Darius prodded.

"He's from Tennessee," Cyrus said.

"Oh! Damn," Darius said. "So, was he like, legit racist or just... weird?"

"Mostly just weird," Cyrus said. "I probably won't see him again."

"But... You spent the night with him?" Darius asked.

"We went out to dinner and then went dancing. Things escalated when he shut the fuck up and danced with me," Cyrus admitted with a shrug, reaching for the controller again.

"Hmm," Darius grumbled.

Cyrus turned his gaze to Darius, a fiery defense lighting in his eyes.

"Whatever Darius, you've slept with women and not called them back before," Cyrus said. "Don't pass judgement on me because it's a guy."

"Fuck off Cy, that's not why! The women I sleep with aren't racist," Darius said.

Cyrus snorted and rolled his eyes.

"OK, sure whatever man," Cyrus grumbled.

"Besides, it's not like I've gotten laid much since..." Darius sighed. "Well since Monique dumped me."

Cyrus felt his heart soften a little. Darius always put up such a calm collected front, he sometimes forgot how sensitive he was. He could remember back when they were kids, in kindergarten together having to stand up for Darius because he cried so much. He really was a tenderhearted guy under that tough masculine exterior.

"Man, I'm sorry," Cyrus said. "I haven't asked about that in a while. Are you doing alright?"

"What, with the breakup or the lack of sex?" Darius asked with a humorless laugh.

"Both I guess?" Cyrus offered.

Darius picked at the remaining slice of cold pizza on his plate before setting it on the coffee table.

"I'm alright. The breakup, I'm doing OK with that. Monique was smart to break it off, we just want different things so," Darius shrugged. "It was right, she was right. So that's fine. I'm just..." Darius trailed off running a hand through his hair.

Cyrus gave him some time while he gathered his thoughts. When Darius didn't say anything and kept staring at the wall Cyrus cleared his throat.

"Well, hey. It's the weekend, Yasmine is staying at her parents', why don't we go out and pick up hot people. Find someone to put an end to that lack you mentioned?" Cyrus offered with a smile.

Darius turned his gaze to Cyrus and smiled sadly at him.

"I dunno, man. The whole idea just makes me tired. Picking up women is hard," Darius said. "And I don't know if I have the energy for it just yet."

"Yeah, women can be tough. Too bad you're not bi, then we could go pick up guys together. They are proving to be decidedly easier," Cyrus said with a small chuckle.

Darius paused staring at Cyrus for a second.

"How did you know?" Darius asked.

"Know what?"

"How did you know you were bi?" Darius asked. "Like when did you figure it out?"

"I mean..." Cyrus paused rubbing his neck. "I didn't really figure it out so much as I just finally accepted and voiced it. I realized at a pretty young age that I was attracted to people regardless of gender."

"But you only came out a little while ago," Darius said.

"Yeah, because I'd been taught my whole life that being attracted to everyone like that was wrong," Cyrus said. "Doesn't mean I wasn't feeling it."

"So, you've felt this attraction to guys your whole life?" Darius asked.

"Yeah," Cyrus said with a shrug.

"What about me?" Darius asked.

Cyrus shook his head. Typical straight male stuff assuming everyone wanted your dick.

"We're friends. I know how to be friends with people, Darius. I don't have to fuck everyone," Cyrus said.

"Well, I know you fucked around with Yasmine. You two are friends so..." Darius waved a hand as he spoke.

"You... how did you know about that?" Cyrus asked.

"Yasmine told me," Darius said.

"Why?! I thought we weren't telling anyone," Cyrus exclaimed.

"She was drunk, it just slipped out. She said it was nothing," Darius said.

"It was nothing," Cyrus confirmed. "It was the night Max broke up with her, we'd been drinking, it just kind of happened."

"Yeah, she told me," Darius said. "But you've never thought of me like that?"

"No!" Cyrus said. "I never thought of her like that either, until she initiated something."

Darius stared at him for a second then nodded.

"Alright," he said. "So, what is it about guys then?"

Cyrus was getting confused. He had intended to come home and take a nap, sleep in on his day off, instead here he was explaining his sexuality and preferences to his best friend with his brain barely functioning.

"It's not guys, it's people. It's less about what's between your legs and more about who you are," Cyrus said.

Darius gaped at him for a minute then laughed out loud.

"That's a fucking lie!" Darius said.

"No, it isn't!" Cyrus shot back.

"OK, tell me what was so great about Tennessee's personality that made you fuck him," Darius said.

"Dude, we didn't fuck!" Cyrus shot back. Darius raised his eyebrows. "Alright, we messed around for sure. He was a good kisser! If he was kissing me... or you know had my cock in his mouth, he couldn't talk so..." Cyrus shrugged.

"But you didn't..." Darius prodded.

"I didn't bottom for him if that's what you're asking," Cyrus spat.

Darius grimaced and Cyrus rolled his eyes. Darius had been pretty chill since Cyrus came out, but he wasn't always the most tactful or considerate. It was strange because before he came out, they would talk about their hookups with ease, but now that Cyrus had welcomed genders of all kinds into his bed their hookup conversations were rife with landmines that Darius seemed to tread all over.

If Cyrus talked about getting blowjobs it was all fine, but if he mentioned giving head Darius started to squirm. He claimed he didn't care that it didn't change who Cyrus was for him, but he could see in his body language that it did. Cyrus sighed watching Darius' face transform a little.

"What... ah... I mean, what's that like?" Darius asked quietly.

Cyrus blinked. He hadn't expected that question. In the past Darius had been quick to change the subject and move on. He had never asked him to expound on those experiences like he did when Cyrus would have relations with a woman.

"Uhhh, I mean... you want to know?" Cyrus replied.

"I asked, didn't I?" Darius said.

"It's... It hurts at first, but it's like... this really intense mix of pleasure and pain till all I feel is... um like, full. It's really good," Cyrus said his face heating up thinking about his last bottoming encounter.

Darius shifted on the couch, turning himself to face Cyrus.

"What about blowjobs? Not to get them, but to give them?" Darius asked, his own cheeks heating a little.

"Uhm fucking incredible. There's nothing like having a cock in your mouth," Cyrus said. He faltered and put a hand to his mouth. "I'm sorry, that was... a little much."

Darius shook his head.

"I mean I asked right?" Darius said with a shy smile. "Do you... do you think you might be open to... well you and Yasmine are good so maybe it would be OK if we... like fucked around a little?"

Cyrus blinked again and had to break the intense eye contact that Darius was holding him in. He had been cradling his head in his hand, but now he turned back to face the TV adjusting the crotch of his pants subtly. Not subtly enough for Darius not to notice though.

"I... I don't know if that's a good idea," Cyrus said.

"Why? You and Yasmine thought it was OK," Darius pointed out not unkindly, just as a matter of fact.

"We were drunk," Cyrus scoffed out. "Besides, you're not bi or gay, why would you want to? With me?"

"I know, I'm definitely straight. I just... I'm fucking horny, and I trust you," Darius said.

Cyrus turned his gaze back to Darius.

"I don't know," Cyrus said.

"Look, we'll keep it to a sex thing, no kissing, no cuddling afterward. Just getting each other off," Darius said. Cyrus hesitated long enough for Darius to continue. "It's not like you're in a relationship? You said you weren't gonna see Tennessee again, right?"

"Yeah..." Cyrus said slowly considering. "I mean, sure I guess so, why not?"

Things with Yasmine had gotten back to normal. It had been awkward for a couple of days after it happened, but things had eventually fallen back into place. Cyrus could do the same with Darius, right?

"Yeah, why not?" Darius asked.

Cyrus slowly turned back to Darius, who put a hand to his neck.

"So, do you want to..." Darius glanced down at his crotch.

A slight bulge had formed there, and Cyrus' mouth watered at the thought of what caused it.

"You want me to just... dive in?" Cyrus asked.

"Sure," Darius said.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants pushing them down revealing his cock, half erect between his hairy thighs. There was a waft of aroma that wound up Cyrus' nose as Darius hauled down his pants, spicy and musky mixed with the heady smell of growing arousal. Cyrus bit his lip, and Darius felt a wave of excitement twist through his guts and into his rapidly growing cock.

"OK," Cyrus whispered.

He got to his knees between his friend's thighs. After he placed a hand on each thigh, pushing them open slightly to allow space for his broad shoulders he glanced up at Darius' eyes. He stared down at Cyrus a slight smile on his face, no nervousness or trepidation showed there, only hot lustful expectation.

"OK?" Cyrus asked.

"Yeah," Darius replied.

He put a hand on top of Cyrus' head and pushed him down a little.

"Uh, is, is that OK?" Darius asked quickly, feeling a little resistance from Cyrus.

"Yeah, just don't grab my hair, I don't like that," Cyrus said quietly.

"OK," Darius replied.

Cyrus gripped the base of Darius' cock in his hand. His knees fell open a little wider as a small sigh escaped his lips. Cyrus' tongue flicked out of his mouth, tracing around the glans of Darius' cock, then up the slit gently. Darius' head fell slowly back, and his hand moved through Cyrus' hair. Not gripping or grabbing was going to be hard.

Gradually, Cyrus brought his soft lips to envelop the entire head of Darius. Before he pushed his mouth down over the shaft he sucked lightly and ran his tongue in circles and over the slit, lapping at the salty precum that had started to gradually drip from his cock.

Darius let out another long sighing breath, this time a little more roughly, fighting off the moan that threatened to spill out of him. When Cyrus pressed his mouth slowly down the shaft, he lost the battle, and a moan worked up his throat. His other hand joined the first one on Cyrus' head.

Cyrus stuck his tongue out, flattening it to drag it up the underside of Darius' cock. Another gasping moan escaped as Cyrus dropped again, his lips meeting his hand this time. The tip of Darius' cock tapped the back of his throat, bringing a light gagging sound from Cyrus.

"Oh, god, fuck Cy," Darius groaned.

He looked down at the top of Cyrus' head as he bobbed slowly up and down his cock. He longed to lace his fingers into his hair and grip him, taking control, but he fought the urge. Instead, his hips bucked almost of their own volition as Cyrus' mouth dropped farther, taking him deep into his throat. His eyes began to stream with tears as Darius' cock slid slickly into his throat.

Darius was moaning nearly continuously now, especially as Cyrus took him deeper and deeper into his throat. Spit and precum rolled down his stiff shaft and dripped around his balls as he began to thrust more quickly.

"Oh, oh, fuck, Cy! I'm close, fuck I'm so close," Darius panted.

Cyrus redoubled his efforts, putting Darius' hands at the back of his head. Cyrus gave up control as Darius pushed his head and thrust upward, sliding into Cyrus' throat over and over. Cyrus loved the feeling of it, the gagging, the saliva and precum rolling down his chin. He gripped Darius' thighs as his friend thrust hard and pushed him down pausing momentarily as his cock burst warm cum into his throat.

Cyrus gagged and coughed, doing his best to swallow most of it, but a fair amount oozed down his chin. Darius made a small whimpering groaning noise as he pulled back slightly then thrust in again as his cock throbbed once more. He thrust in small spurts as his cock continued to pulse cum into Cyrus' mouth. He swallowed most of it down before pulling off Darius' spent dick.

Darius panted as Cyrus leaned back on his heels. He wiped his chin with the hem of his t-shirt. Then he briefly regarded his own rigid cock straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Darius watched him as he glanced down, then whipped off his shirt quickly.

"C'mere Cy," Darius said, patting his thighs.

"Um, what?" Cyrus asked, not sure what Darius had in mind.

He didn't expect Darius to return the favor and had been fully ready to trek back to his room to take care of his outrageous erection on his own. To his surprise, as he lifted himself off his knees Darius pulled him onto his lap.

He carefully unbuttoned his jeans, and slid his zipper down, pulling his cock free from the tight confines of his fitted jeans. Darius shuffled down his pants as much as he could running his fingers through Cyrus' crack.

"Oh, uh, hang on a sec," Cyrus grumbled as Darius' fingers skimmed between his cheeks.

"Is this too much?" Darius asked.

Cyrus stared down into his half-closed dark brown eyes.

"No, it's... it's good, just need you to lube up," Cyrus said.

"Oh, right, of course," Darius said.

One hand abandoned the cheek it had been skimming over and traveled to Darius' mouth, where he shoved them inside. Cyrus sucked in a quick breath watching Darius soak his fingers.

"Is this OK?" Darius asked, removing the fingers from his mouth momentarily.

"Ye-yeah, it is," Cyrus said. "That'll work."

Darius grinned and shoved his fingers back in his mouth. Cyrus groaned watching him and rubbed his dripping cock along Darius' hirsute stomach. His fingers moved from his shoulders through the hair on his chest, tracing around his nipples. Darius continued to stare up at Cyrus, then suddenly took his fingers from his mouth and ran them along Cyrus' lips.

Cyrus' tongue shot out licking and wrapping around the fingers eagerly. Darius slowly pushed them into his mouth, biting at the corner of his mouth. Cyrus groaned again rolling his hips slowly relishing the hot fuzzy feeling of his friend's hairy skin on his cock.

After soaking his fingers with Cyrus' saliva, Darius pulled them from his mouth and again skimmed along his crack. Cyrus let out a long sighing breath as Darius circled his puckered hole.

"Do you think that's slick enough?" Darius asked breathlessly.

"Yeah, yeah it's fine," Cyrus said quickly.

Darius grinned and pressed one finger into Cyrus slowly.

"Haa-holy shit," Cyrus groaned.

Darius spat into his free hand, then wrapped it tightly around his cock, stroking him as slowly as he pumped his finger into his ass. Cyrus closed his eyes and let out another long shuddering breath. He rolled his hips in time with the rhythm Darius set. He worked his finger slowly into his hole. After a little bit of instruction from Cyrus, he pulled it out occasionally rubbing around the rim, pressing and stimulating.

At the insertion of a second finger, Cyrus' entire body shuddered, and he let out a whimpering groan. His hips began to buck to their own rhythm simply using Darius' firm grip as friction.

"Fuck, Darius," Cyrus groaned. "Harder."

Darius pounded his fingers in and out of Cyrus rapidly as his moaning became a continuous symphony of his passion. Cyrus thrust hard as his cock pulsed and sent a spurt of cum splattering across Darius stomach. He paused as he throbbed out another stream following the first then slowly rolled his hips as Darius squeezed, milking his orgasm from him.

Cyrus slumped over, resting his head on Darius' shoulder, panting. Darius released his cock wiping his hand on Cyrus' jeans. He carefully pulled his fingers from Cyrus causing him to grunt and thrust once more into the mess he'd sprayed over Darius' stomach. Darius rubbed his hands lightly over his friends back for a second before he turned his head slightly.

"We should get cleaned up," Darius said.

Cyrus pulled in a long breath, evening his breathing out.

"Yeah, you're right," Cyrus said.

"You want to go first?" Darius asked.

"Sure."

Cyrus stood carefully, swiping at the string of moisture that connected the tip of his dick to Darius' stomach. He turned, tucking his dick back into his pants.

"Cy," Darius said. Cyrus turned back to his friend.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Thanks, man," Darius said with a smile. "This was fun."

"Yeah, it was," Cyrus smiled back. "Thanks for the reciprocation," he said gesturing to his ass.

Darius shook his head.

"No sweat, Cy," Darius said.

Cyrus walked down the hall and into the bathroom.

~~

Late Winter 2011

Cyrus had to talk to Darius today. He had been telling himself that for months now. He knew they couldn't just keep doing what they were doing. Well, they could, but Cyrus wasn't sure if he should.

Ever since the first night the two "helped each other out" as Darius put it, they had been hooking up at least once a week. It wasn't that difficult, even after Yasmine came home. Since the two men shared a room, it was easy.

The issue had arisen just a few weeks ago when Darius was topping Cyrus. They were facing each other and Darius suddenly leaned forward and kissed Cyrus. It had been a great kiss, that had turned into an enthusiastic make out session after both guys came. It had been great sure, but it violated their no kissing rule. Cyrus had already been struggling with his evolving feelings. After the make out session Cyrus only struggled more.

He had started to wonder if maybe they could make this "hook up" thing a "relationship" thing. His mind would weave cute little stories in his head of him and Darius sharing a life together, really being together. But Darius still maintained that he was straight. Regardless of the reckless kiss and all the sex.

He had apologized for kissing Cyrus, and it hadn't happened again, but now Cyrus found he wanted it to. And worse, he found that he truly hoped Darius would be open to making this thing official, a real relationship.

"Hey, Darius, can we talk?" Cyrus asked after Yasmine had left for a shift at the bar she worked at.

Darius glanced up from the Xbox he was turning on and grinned.

"Sure Cy, what's up?" Darius asked.

"It's kind of... important," Cyrus said.

"Oh," Darius' grin faltered. He thought Cyrus was going to initiate some hot living room sex since Yasmine was out for a while. "OK, sure yeah."

He placed the Xbox controller he held on the coffee table and settled onto the couch. Cyrus took the recliner near the couch. Darius felt a certain foreboding as Cyrus took a deep breath and dove right in.

"So, we've been doing this hookup thing for a while," Cyrus started. "And like, it started fine. But then you kissed me -- "

"I apologized for that, I was caught up in the moment," Darius said quickly.

"Yeah, I know. I'm not mad, I'm just... giving you some background and context for what I'm about to say," Cyrus said.

"Oh, OK, sorry," Darius said feeling a little at sea.

"Kay, so started fine, then you kissed me, and I sort of started to feel a certain way. It's started to get a little less casual for me. I think I'm starting to develop deeper feelings for you," Cyrus finished.

He had been looking down at the floor but as he finished, he looked up again. Darius winced a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh. Shit..." Darius said quietly.

"... yeah," Cyrus said, his face flushing.

"I'm..." Darius was about to apologize again but stopped himself. "I'm flattered Cyrus, but I'm not into guys."

Cyrus scoffed loudly and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Dude, you've been fucking me for months. You always come when I give you a blow job, how can you say you're not into guys?" Cyrus asked.

Darius shrugged his own face going a little red.

"I dunno man, I'm just not. Like the thought of being in a relationship with any guy is not appealing to me," Darius said.

"But the sex," Cyrus said again.

"Cy, it's just sex. When I fuck a fleshlight I don't want to have a relationship with it, it just gets me off," Darius said waving a hand.

"Jesus Darius," Cyrus said, his face stricken. "That's a harsh comparison."

Darius rubbed a hand down his face.

"No, I mean, yeah, I guess it is. I didn't mean it to sound like... fuck... I'm fucking this all up. You're not just a toy Cyrus. You're my friend and I get off on the sex we have, but that's all it is to me, it's just sex," Darius said.

Cyrus felt his eyes prick, but he fought against the feeling.

"Right," he croaked, then cleared his throat harshly. "So, you really don't feel anything romantic between us?"

Darius sighed, putting his head in his hands for a minute. He hated hurting his friend this way. He wished he had had the foresight to see how this would end up.

"I really don't Cy. I'm straight, man," Darius said.

"Fuck," Cyrus said standing quickly. "OK, yeah."

He pulled in a harsh deep breath staring at the floor. He glanced over at Darius quickly.

"You're still my best friend man," Darius offered.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Cyrus sniffed roughly. "Hey, do me a favor and maybe don't come back to the bedroom for a bit. I need... I need to process."

"Sure, thing Cy," Darius said, his face a picture of remorse.

"Great," Cyrus said and turned on his heel just barely making to the bedroom before the tears escaped his eyes.

~~

"Oh Cy," Yasmine said on the phone. "I'm sorry hon."

"It's my own fault, what did I expect?" Cyrus muttered.

He had buried his face in his pillow for 45 minutes and cried simply letting himself be sad and disappointed. Then he called Yasmine and told her everything.

"I can't believe you guys kept it so quiet for so long," Yasmine said. "I didn't ever hear you two in there at all."

"We're both pretty quiet climaxers," Cyrus said. "Besides you sleep like the fucking dead."

"That's true," Yasmine agreed.

"I just don't understand. We've been having sex for months. He kissed me, we made out. I don't understand how he can say he's straight," Cyrus said.

Yasmine sighed and Cyrus heard her ask her boss for a few more minutes on break. Luckily her boss liked her, and it was slow, so she let her have the extra minutes.

"It is possible to be turned on by things and not want a romantic relationship Cy," Yasmine said gently.

"Are you referring to when Darius basically compared me to fleshlight?" Cyrus asked.

Yasmine sighed again.

"That was not the most tactful approach, but yes. Hon, sometimes you can get off with someone, but you can't do the relationship thing for whatever reason," Yasmine said.

Cyrus shook his head.

"Whatever, he could if he tried," he grumbled.

"No, Cy, he's told you who he is. He's said he's straight. Don't push something on him he doesn't feel," Yasmine said.

"But -- " Cyrus started.

"Cyrus, what if when you came out to Darius as bi he pointed to all the women you'd slept with and said that was proof that you were straight? What if he had said you've had sex with women and liked it so therefore you are straight. Would that have been OK with you?" Yasmine asked. "Would that have made you straight?"

Cyrus sighed deeply. He knew what she was doing, he knew she was right, but he was still sad and a little mad about it.

"No," he conceded.

"Your hurt feelings are valid Cy. It is OK to be upset at the rejection. It is not OK to force a label onto someone who doesn't identify that way," Yasmine said calmly.

Cyrus sighed again, fresh tears running down his face.

"I know, you're right," he sputtered. "I just... I'm so sad. I painted a whole life in my head."

"I know Cy, it'll be OK eventually," Yasmine said. "When I get home, we'll kick Darius out of the living room, and we'll drink wine and whiskey and eat ice cream all night."

Cyrus sputtered out a laugh.

"OK," he said.

"I'm sorry you're sad my sweet friend," Yasmine said.

The hurt in her voice told him that she truly meant it.

"Thanks, Yas," Cyrus said.

"I love you, Cyrus. I'll see you in a few hours," Yasmine said.

"Kay, bye," Cyrus said and snapped his phone closed.

He put his face in his hands for a second, then wiped his eyes roughly. He stood as he pulled in a deep stuttering breath. After he washed his face in the bathroom, he went back out to the living room and asked Darius if he wanted a second player in his game.

Darius looked up at him for a moment, noticing but not commenting on his red-rimmed eyes, then handed him a controller.

Thank you so much for reading! I do hope you enjoyed it. Check back in next week for part 4! See you then!! xoxo, JS