This was
new territory and he didn’t know how their relationship applied to that rule.
Didn’t matter anyway.
After today it was over. Whatever had just happened
couldn’t happen again. They’d experimented. He’d heard something once that one
out of four men had gay experiences. This was obviously his. But he wasn’t gay.
He’d merely let Tristan kiss him and blow him. That’s all it was, just another
blow job.
Like a Filofax, his
mind shuffled through women he knew. He should go find one and fuck her brains
out. That’s what he’d do. After Tristan left, he’d shower, put his kitchen back
to rights, and later he’d go out trolling.
He realized it was
Sunday and lamented not many people would be hanging
out at O’Malley’s. That was all right. He’d call someone. As a matter of fact,
he’d call Tiffany. She’d come over. He’d fuck her on every hard and soft
surface he could find, and then he’d parade her in front o f his family so everyone was clear.
Tristan’s soft lips
pressed into his chest and Luke’s dick twitched. “You want to go to breakfast?”
“I have stuff to do.
There’s food in the fridge if you want to grab something on your way out.”
His head lifted and
stee ly eyes bore into his. “Are you kicking me out?”
Luke shrugged and slid
out of bed. “Like I said, I got shit to do.”
He sat up and Luke
struggled not to fidget under his scrutiny. “At least let me help you get the
kitchen back in order. There’s no way you’ re moving
that fridge on your own. I don’t care how ripped you are.”
“That’s fine, but then
I have errands to run. I gotta jump in the shower.”
Tristan’s gaze darted
to the sticky smear at Luke’s stomach and the side of his mouth kicked up.
“Need any help? ”
“No, I’m set.” He
turned before he could see the dejection in Tristan’s eyes. It was good that he
realized now that this was a mistake. Luke wasn’t gay.
An hour later the
kitchen was back in order and Luke was anxious for Tristan to go. It was only
nine in the morning, but soon others would be getting
up and he didn’t need anyone to see them immerging from the barn together or
him dropping Tristan off at his aunt’s.
He grabbed his keys
from the bowl on the counter. “You ready?”
The other man’s
expression was unreadable. “Yeah.”
Luke felt like he was
forgetting something, but couldn’t figure out what. They headed down the hall
and when he opened the door Tristan’s large palm slammed it shut.
Luke turned and found
Tristan’s hard gaze drilling into him. “Ar e you at
least going to kiss me goodbye?”
Yes. No. Fuck. He
didn’t want to reopen that can of worms. He wanted to seal it shut, wrap it in
duct tape, encase it in a box of unbreakable cement, and throw it away in the
deepest crevice of the ocean. “Tristan— ”
“Is that it then,
Luke? I suck you off, we spend the night in each other’s arms, and you toss me
out like yesterday’s garbage and forget how much you enjoyed it? Out of sight,
out of mind?”
“I’m not fucking gay!”
“My memory calls you a
liar.”
His eyes narrowed, his gaze sharpening. “You don’t know me.”
“I know enough. I know
you’ve never been with a man before and it terrifies you because you liked
being with me. I know you aren’t such a hard ass underneath all that bulk.
Don’t forget it was my shoulder you cried on last
night.”
Luke’s arm shot out
and he shoved him. Unprepared for the blow, Tristan stumbled back a few steps
and caught his hand on the table. His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened.
“You gonna hit me now
too?”
Fuck. He hadn’t meant
to la sh out. His heart beat erratically. He bit back
his apology. He felt like the horrid character in some animal movie throwing
stones at the poor family dog so it ran away and returned to where it was meant
to be.
Tristan rose to his
full height. “You aren’t going to push
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