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stopped that train of thought right there. “That could make sense. I guess that’s why people set up these foolish break things. Figuring shit out.” He didn’t know why he was stating the obvious.
Bradley pinned Chance with his gaze. “You’ve certainly taken advantage of it quite a few times for someone who calls it foolish.” Chance felt his face flush. Bradley had him there. “Plus, it’s not all bad. You found out something about yourself that could help you know yourself better. It’s always good to be honest with yourself and learn new things, right? Wouldn’t want to get married and have the urges creep up on you in twenty years, right?”
“Right.” Chance hadn’t really thought of that. He’d never really cared one way or the other enough about sex to chase after it like some men did. Like David did in high school. He was afraid Bradley had awakened a monster, though. It’s like his dick had decided after twenty-three years that now it wanted to party. But it didn’t wanna party with just anyone. It wanted to party with Bradley. And he felt disloyal to Caitlin for not feeling disloyal, because he’d never burned like this for anyone else and he didn’t know what to do about that. He couldn’t be out and proud like Bradley, even if he wasn’t with Caitlin. But he did care about Caitlin and they were good together.
“Chance, bi men marry women all the time. You don’t have to come out. You could tell her, in the spirit of full disclosure.”
“I’d probably do that, though I’d not exactly share how I came about this personal revelation.”
“Ah, but you don’t have to. Isn’t that what the whole concept of this thing was? No questions, no guilt.”
Chance shrugged and finished off his beer. Shouldn’t he feel guilty, regardless of sleeping with a man or a woman? Not that he was cheating, and hell, the fact she’d brought it up in the first place had Chance near convinced Caitlin had someone she wanted to try on for size herself. Sow some wild oats, they said. They just didn’t realize he’s the one who’d been… sown. He snorted to himself which earned him a sideways look from Bradley.
“Sorry. Had a weird crop planting metaphor going in my head with oats being sown. Oats being your…” He paused. “Never mind.”
Bradley guffawed, which caused an uncontrollable grin from Chance. He looked so much younger when he laughed. Or at least more like the twenty-five year old he was. The man was damned good looking, Chance obviously had to admit that, and Bradley carried himself like the confident professional he was. But the weight of stress on his shoulders and a sad look in his eyes always made him seem older than he was. Chance wondered if that was over the situation with Reverend Heart.
“How are things with your dad?”
Bradley’s smile dimmed. “I was just about to say that I liked how you’d gotten comfortable enough around me to talk. But now…”
Chance blanched. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…”
“No, no.” Bradley gave him a reassuring pat on the knee. “But that question deserves another beer if you got one.” Chance went for another beer and realized he’d not ever been this comfortable with someone. After sex he was usually first in the shower and wanted out of the room they’d just done it in. Who wanted cuddles? Not Chance. But it didn’t seem that’s what Bradley wanted. They’d just shared blowjobs and were shootin’ the shit. Guys did that right? He sighed inwardly calling himself a fool.
He sat and handed Bradley a beer and opened the new one he’d gotten for himself.
“Thanks,” Bradley said, taking a pull. “My dad is complicated. In his job, he’s been so anti-gay, it’s not like I was surprised he was an ass about it. But it still sucked. It was more my choice to stay away than him sending me away, though. He’s just so cold.” Chance never wanted to know what
Bradley pinned Chance with his gaze. “You’ve certainly taken advantage of it quite a few times for someone who calls it foolish.” Chance felt his face flush. Bradley had him there. “Plus, it’s not all bad. You found out something about yourself that could help you know yourself better. It’s always good to be honest with yourself and learn new things, right? Wouldn’t want to get married and have the urges creep up on you in twenty years, right?”
“Right.” Chance hadn’t really thought of that. He’d never really cared one way or the other enough about sex to chase after it like some men did. Like David did in high school. He was afraid Bradley had awakened a monster, though. It’s like his dick had decided after twenty-three years that now it wanted to party. But it didn’t wanna party with just anyone. It wanted to party with Bradley. And he felt disloyal to Caitlin for not feeling disloyal, because he’d never burned like this for anyone else and he didn’t know what to do about that. He couldn’t be out and proud like Bradley, even if he wasn’t with Caitlin. But he did care about Caitlin and they were good together.
“Chance, bi men marry women all the time. You don’t have to come out. You could tell her, in the spirit of full disclosure.”
“I’d probably do that, though I’d not exactly share how I came about this personal revelation.”
“Ah, but you don’t have to. Isn’t that what the whole concept of this thing was? No questions, no guilt.”
Chance shrugged and finished off his beer. Shouldn’t he feel guilty, regardless of sleeping with a man or a woman? Not that he was cheating, and hell, the fact she’d brought it up in the first place had Chance near convinced Caitlin had someone she wanted to try on for size herself. Sow some wild oats, they said. They just didn’t realize he’s the one who’d been… sown. He snorted to himself which earned him a sideways look from Bradley.
“Sorry. Had a weird crop planting metaphor going in my head with oats being sown. Oats being your…” He paused. “Never mind.”
Bradley guffawed, which caused an uncontrollable grin from Chance. He looked so much younger when he laughed. Or at least more like the twenty-five year old he was. The man was damned good looking, Chance obviously had to admit that, and Bradley carried himself like the confident professional he was. But the weight of stress on his shoulders and a sad look in his eyes always made him seem older than he was. Chance wondered if that was over the situation with Reverend Heart.
“How are things with your dad?”
Bradley’s smile dimmed. “I was just about to say that I liked how you’d gotten comfortable enough around me to talk. But now…”
Chance blanched. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…”
“No, no.” Bradley gave him a reassuring pat on the knee. “But that question deserves another beer if you got one.” Chance went for another beer and realized he’d not ever been this comfortable with someone. After sex he was usually first in the shower and wanted out of the room they’d just done it in. Who wanted cuddles? Not Chance. But it didn’t seem that’s what Bradley wanted. They’d just shared blowjobs and were shootin’ the shit. Guys did that right? He sighed inwardly calling himself a fool.
He sat and handed Bradley a beer and opened the new one he’d gotten for himself.
“Thanks,” Bradley said, taking a pull. “My dad is complicated. In his job, he’s been so anti-gay, it’s not like I was surprised he was an ass about it. But it still sucked. It was more my choice to stay away than him sending me away, though. He’s just so cold.” Chance never wanted to know what
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