Thursday, June 27, 2013

The family that preys together…- 49



Kent looked at the Caller ID and sighed, refusing to answer Crispin’s call. He’d finally called him early in the afternoon from his work phone. But only after waffling for the last few days between forgetting he’d ever met the man, and wondering how he could do something to make Crispin accept that being involved with him was not going to be the death of his life as he knew it. When Crispin had answered Kent had gotten cold feet and hung up. Now it seemed that Crispin had figured out it was him and was finally calling back. Well it was too late.

Tucking his cell away in his jacket pocket again he ordered another beer while checking out the men on the dance floor. There were some cute ones that caught his eye. But they did nothing for his libido. They could have been females for all the attraction he felt for them. All he could think of, no matter how hard he tried not to, was Crispin with his deep blue eyes and sexy body. Sure he was ten years younger than Crispin, but so what. Age was all in the mind and Crispin certainly didn’t act his, at least when they were together. And boy could he kiss once he’d gotten over his shyness about doing so with another man. The one at the pool would have knocked Kent’s socks off if he’d been wearing any.

Then right after it had come the fight. It was his fault and he knew it. He should have been more sensitive to the fact that Crispin was barely to the point of admitting his sexual preferences. For damned sure Crispin wasn’t about to come out of a closet he had no idea he was even in until a few weeks ago.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered under his breath before taking another drink of beer.

“But a cute one,” said a voice at his elbow.

Kent turned to look at the man who had spoken. He was average height or a bit taller with dark hair and a nice smile on a pair of lusciously full lips. “Thanks, I think,” Kent said, returning the smile.

“So why do you consider yourself an idiot? Inquiring minds want to know.”

With a shrug Kent told him, “Because I got myself involved, or I thought I did, with someone who can’t accept…well you know.”

“That he’s into men. Been there, done that and there’s not much you can do until he’s ready to deal with it here.” The man tapped his temple.

“Which could be never.” Taking another swallow of beer Kent shook his head. “Time to move on I suppose and try to forget him.”

“If you need help with that…” The man left the sentence hanging as he looked hopefully at Kent.

Kent actually considered his offer for a moment before rejecting it. “You seem nice enough and I’m sure you’d make me forget for a few hours but quite honestly right now all I want to do is get quietly smashed and feel sorry for myself.”

The man laughed. “Well you can’t say I didn’t offer and who knows, maybe next time you come here we can actually hook up.” Then he surprised Kent by kissing the corner of his mouth before strolling away, obviously in search of someone else to while away the evening with.

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