Page 18 of Hidden Plays
Leather Man narrowed his eyes. “You’re a rude little fucker.” He stepped closer to JJ, who was taller, but this guy had at least fifty pounds of muscle over JJ.
“Yeah? Why don’t you just leave us alone?” JJ’s jaw clenched.
Fuck, I knew that look. JJ was about to start a fight. In a fucking gay bar? Grabbing JJ’s shoulder, I yanked him back. “Hey, let’s drink our beer and forget about this.”
“No.” JJ shrugged out of my hold and stepped to Leather Man again. “You haven’t left yet?”
“I’m enjoying the show.” Leather Man crossed his arms over his massive chest. “What’s with you two?” He eyed me a moment. “He’s not gay, is he?” He sniggered. “My gaydar is registering nothing with him.”
“He’s bisexual.” JJ stood his ground. “And what’s it to you?”
“Why are you fooling around with a curious straight guy?” A sharp laugh erupted from Leather Man. “Don’t you know it never works out? He’ll play you, and as soon as you catch feelings, he’ll come to his senses and dump you for a chick.”
I stared at Leather Man. “No, that’s not true. I…” I what? Liked fucking JJ? No, I wasn’t bisexual. I was straight. I liked chicks.Chicks are hot, they’re soft, they’re everything JJ is not. I rubbed my temple.JJ is everything they’re not. I needed to get the fuck out of here.
“Whatever. You think you know everything, but you don’t. Get lost.” Scoffing, JJ stomped to his stool and sat.
With a harrumph, Leather Man walked into the crowd.
“Drink your fucking beer, so we can go.” JJ took a few gulpsof beer. “I’m done with this place.” He slipped his phone from his pocket and held it to me. “Come on, let’s finish the photos.”
I grabbed the phone and aimed it at him. Thank God he was ready to leave.
“Do you see why I don’t enjoy coming here?” He held his beer next to his face and gave me a broad smile.
I clicked a few shots off. “Yeah, guess so.” He’d been fine when the guys were hitting on him, but as soon as one hit on me? He’d gotten pissed. Why? I handed him his phone and drank my beer, facing the chalkboard. Maybe if I ignored them, they’d leave us alone.
“Just so you know, I’m not into casual hookups.” Mirroring me, he rimmed his beer glass with his index finger.
“Yeah?” Didn’t most guys love casual hookups? I certainly did. If a good-looking chick wanted sex, I’d take it any day over a jerk-off session. JJ was different. “What do you like then?”
“It sounds a little stupid, but I enjoy connecting with a guy before we jump into sex.” He glanced at me, his cheeks pinking. “Sex isn’t as awkward and weird with a guy who’s into you.”
“Why? Are you into some kinky shit?” I pursed my lips. Did I really want to know?
“Not more than usual. I have my share of toys.” He gave me a sly grin. “Want to find out?” He raised the edge of his mouth.
“Uh, no.” Even as I shook my head, my cock jerked. I didn’t even know what toys gay men used. Why would my cock react to that? I sipped my beer.
“I suppose you have girls lined up to date you.” He hung his head.
“Not really. I mean, I have a couple I talk to and go out with sometimes. But I don’t have time for a relationship between school and the training gig.” Come to think of it, I hadn’t heard from Melissa or Emily in a few weeks. Maybe they’d found boyfriends?
“Yeah, I don’t have time for it either.” He downed the rest of his beer. “Come on, let’s go get an Uber.” He slapped my arm.
“Okay.” I gulped the rest of my beer and followed him out of the bar, down the metal stairs and onto the still-bustling street sidewalk. Slipping my phone out of my pocket, I checked the time. It was midnight, the witching hour. “When will you load those photos?”
“Now.” JJ tapped on his phone’s screen. “So, tonight was interesting, wasn’t it?” His gaze swung to mine.
“Yeah,interestingis a good word for it.” I held my phone with my Uber app open. I wouldn’t call one until he did. I could get Arden to bring me back to my car in the morning. “Should we talk about it?”I’dkissedhimtonight. But it meant nothing, even if my dick thought it did.
Peering at me, he said, “Want to grab a pizza at Four-One-Four? They have karaoke and serve food until two.” He chuckled. “It’ll be more our style.”
I sucked in a breath. Coach said I should get to know him. “Okay.”
“Come on.” He snatched my hand and pulled me along the sidewalk.
“Um, we’re not pretending to be boyfriends anymore, right?” I glanced at our entwined hands. Some people in the pizza place might know me.
