heading to the bedroom he shared with Marcie.
Dave looked at the two females, still chuckling. “We won’t be long. He picked up the Mad Libs game pad and a pencil. “I’ll just use the back of the sheets to jot down his suggestions, and we’ll be finished in a few minutes.”
* * * *
Frank paced back and forth while he waited the agonizingly few moments before Dave joined him. Assuming he did join him. He’d given him a legitimate excuse to talk, but who the hell knew how he’d react to his petulant exit. He just couldn’t think of any other way to get him alone. After all, what could he say? I want to be with you? Yeah, sure, like that was a good idea.
“Frankie? You okay?”
He whirled. Dave stood, hesitating in the doorway, a pad and pencil in his hands. He had on his fucking underwear , as he called them. A deep blue silken pouch that barely contained his penis and a thong back that would reveal his muscled butt when he turned around. Frank shuddered. He rushed over to his suitcase at the foot of the bed, threw it open and grabbed a pair of shorts.
Ain’t no way he was going to tell him anything totally naked.
“Well? What’s up, bro? Is it Marcie? I thought you guys were getting along great.” He grinned. “I think she really has the hots for you. I mean she was all over you at breakfast and even the first night, she—”
“Stop it!” Frank clenched his hands and shut his eyes. “It doesn’t matter if she likes me or not. She’s not the one I want.” He opened his eyes and saw only concern in Dave’s.
Dave took a step toward him. “Oh, shit, man. I’m really sorry. I know she has that effect on men. I mean, she is incredible. She’s so fucking sexy. Man, you don’t know how amazing Shari is. I’m really sorry, Frank.”
“It’s not Shari I want.” He took a deep, cleansing breath. “It’s you. I’m gay. I love you.”
Dave stared at him and then slowly smiled. “Bro, you had me there for a minute.” He shook his head. “Shit, as if I wouldn’t know it if you were gay. Not that I’d care, and hey, I love you, too.” He grinned. “You’re the brother I never had.”
Frank moved to Dave and stood in front of him, only inches away. He placed his hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
“I’m gay. I’ve known since I was fourteen. No, before that, but fourteen is when I realized I loved you, and…” His voice broke. “And you would never want me or love me.” He dropped his hands and moved to the window. He turned and looked out. “Do you hate me?” He clenched his fist and hit the window frame. “Say something. Anything.”
Frank heard the anger in Dave’s voice and leaned his head against the frigid windowpane.
“I don’t know what to say. You made a fool of me? Did everyone know but me?”
“I never intended to make you feel foolish. Your family and mine don’t know. I’ve been very careful to keep my lives separate. I was never going to tell you.” He laughed bitterly. “Not every gay sounds like a flaming queen. I could have gone on forever, keeping this a secret from you. But I can’t any longer.” He sighed. “Marcie and Shari know.”
“You son of a bitch.”
Frank whirled around. Dave stood in the center of the room. The sunlight glinted off his short brown curls, finding traces of golden blond hair. And revealing the tears sliding down his face.
“You think I give a shit that you’re gay? I’m just so fucking pissed you didn’t trust me. That you lied to me.” He took two long strides and came up into Frank’s face. He took another deep breath and cursed. “Fuck it.”
And he grabbed Frank’s face, shoving open his mouth and grinding his lips against his. He thrust his tongue in and out driving Frank crazy.
Frank’s arms whipped around Dave’s waist, and he pressed his groin against his.
And realized that Dave’s penis was still soft.
He wrenched his mouth away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “I
Dave looked at the two females, still chuckling. “We won’t be long. He picked up the Mad Libs game pad and a pencil. “I’ll just use the back of the sheets to jot down his suggestions, and we’ll be finished in a few minutes.”
* * * *
Frank paced back and forth while he waited the agonizingly few moments before Dave joined him. Assuming he did join him. He’d given him a legitimate excuse to talk, but who the hell knew how he’d react to his petulant exit. He just couldn’t think of any other way to get him alone. After all, what could he say? I want to be with you? Yeah, sure, like that was a good idea.
“Frankie? You okay?”
He whirled. Dave stood, hesitating in the doorway, a pad and pencil in his hands. He had on his fucking underwear , as he called them. A deep blue silken pouch that barely contained his penis and a thong back that would reveal his muscled butt when he turned around. Frank shuddered. He rushed over to his suitcase at the foot of the bed, threw it open and grabbed a pair of shorts.
Ain’t no way he was going to tell him anything totally naked.
“Well? What’s up, bro? Is it Marcie? I thought you guys were getting along great.” He grinned. “I think she really has the hots for you. I mean she was all over you at breakfast and even the first night, she—”
“Stop it!” Frank clenched his hands and shut his eyes. “It doesn’t matter if she likes me or not. She’s not the one I want.” He opened his eyes and saw only concern in Dave’s.
Dave took a step toward him. “Oh, shit, man. I’m really sorry. I know she has that effect on men. I mean, she is incredible. She’s so fucking sexy. Man, you don’t know how amazing Shari is. I’m really sorry, Frank.”
“It’s not Shari I want.” He took a deep, cleansing breath. “It’s you. I’m gay. I love you.”
Dave stared at him and then slowly smiled. “Bro, you had me there for a minute.” He shook his head. “Shit, as if I wouldn’t know it if you were gay. Not that I’d care, and hey, I love you, too.” He grinned. “You’re the brother I never had.”
Frank moved to Dave and stood in front of him, only inches away. He placed his hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
“I’m gay. I’ve known since I was fourteen. No, before that, but fourteen is when I realized I loved you, and…” His voice broke. “And you would never want me or love me.” He dropped his hands and moved to the window. He turned and looked out. “Do you hate me?” He clenched his fist and hit the window frame. “Say something. Anything.”
Frank heard the anger in Dave’s voice and leaned his head against the frigid windowpane.
“I don’t know what to say. You made a fool of me? Did everyone know but me?”
“I never intended to make you feel foolish. Your family and mine don’t know. I’ve been very careful to keep my lives separate. I was never going to tell you.” He laughed bitterly. “Not every gay sounds like a flaming queen. I could have gone on forever, keeping this a secret from you. But I can’t any longer.” He sighed. “Marcie and Shari know.”
“You son of a bitch.”
Frank whirled around. Dave stood in the center of the room. The sunlight glinted off his short brown curls, finding traces of golden blond hair. And revealing the tears sliding down his face.
“You think I give a shit that you’re gay? I’m just so fucking pissed you didn’t trust me. That you lied to me.” He took two long strides and came up into Frank’s face. He took another deep breath and cursed. “Fuck it.”
And he grabbed Frank’s face, shoving open his mouth and grinding his lips against his. He thrust his tongue in and out driving Frank crazy.
Frank’s arms whipped around Dave’s waist, and he pressed his groin against his.
And realized that Dave’s penis was still soft.
He wrenched his mouth away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “I
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