“Nice… so just you live here? No boyfriend?”
There it was, at last. Out in the open but what was he to answer? The door was closed and while he wasn’t exactly a 98 pound weakling, Josh certainly had youth and a better body on him. If it came down to it, he didn’t think he could take him in a fight but he might if pushed. Still the idea of any type of physical contact with Josh excited him despite the growing fear.
“Boyfriend?”
Brett was struggling for time to think and Josh sensed it. He turned and looked directly at Brett, his eyes boring in hard. He flinched a bit as the look took him off guard. He felt the patter of his heart beating and he was certain it was echoing in the empty room.
“Yeah, boyfriend… I mean you are gay, right?”
“Uh… well I did have a friend staying, but he’s gone now”
“Was he your boyfriend or?”
“Or what? I mean are you gay?”
“Me? When it suits me, I guess.”
“Huh? Suits you?”
“Yeah, uh, let’s have a drink”
Things were suddenly upside down for him. He had no idea what was going on but as he put the groceries down in the small kitchen, he felt like dinner had somehow got put off. The unease grew in him as he grabbed a couple of glasses and went back into the small living room.
Josh was sitting on the sofa, waiting for him. He had already removed his jacket and Brett noticed that he had a few of his shirt buttons undone. He could just see the golden tan colour of flesh of Josh’s chest as he handed the glasses over. The bottle of wine was on the small coffee table.
“So, uh I have a bottle of rum, no soda though or do you want to open the wine now?”
“Got any ice?”
“I think so”
“Okay, splash of rum would be fine”
Brett went back to the kitchen and grabbed the ice tray out of the freezer. His whole body was on edge and the hard on that had kept him company all the way home was gone. Now he felt a sense of dread taking hold. What had he gotten himself mixed up with, he wondered as he popped a couple of cubes of ice into the two glasses on the
