Page 35 of Playing the Game
Brockton lay in a stunning part of the country. It made it easy to find some alone time when needed. Adam had his favourite spots to visit to simply think.
“Want to talk now?” Udo ventured.
“You might want to pull over.”
Udo did and turned to Adam.
“Spit it out.”
Adam steeled himself to say his thoughts out loud. Always a big step that could either sound ridiculous or create snowball that grows and grows.
“I think I have feelings for Jonas,” he blurted out.
There. He’d said it.
“Wow,” Udo replied.
“Is that all you can say?”
Udo seemed lost in thought.
“When I think about it, I’m not that surprised. There’s definite tension there. Have you slept with him?”
“No!”
They sat in silence for a moment. Adam’s heartbeat going hell for leather.
“How far has it gone?” Udo asked.
“I told him I understand homophobia more than he thinks. Then I bolted and you saved me.”
“Good job you’re not being dramatic about it.”
Adam covered his face with his hands. “It’s complicated enough at the moment. Me and Jonas jumping into bed is not a good move.”
Udo gently removed Adam’s hands. “I am in no position to lecture,” he said. “I followed my cock and then my heart.”
“And it worked,” Adam replied, quietly.
“It brought me more than I ever dreamt possible.”
“So you’re saying I should throw my boxers off in wild abandon?”
“Feelings are indicators,” Udo said. “Listen to them.”
“Oh fuck.”
Udo started the engine. “This calls for ice-cream. I saw a van about three miles ago.”
Adam really respected Udo and never more so than at that moment.
“You’re a nutter,” he said.
Udo spun the car round and set off up the road.
“Do you think he feels the same way?” Udo asked.
Adam stared out of the window. “You know what? I do.”
