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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