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Authors: Kade Boehme
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night.
After they’d talked of books and films and random memories from growing up, sharing lunches and work horror stories. Jody had been convinced that if Bobby was gay, they might have something that could grow deeper. He didn’t care if it made him pathetic, he’d hoped.
“You don’t just have your head in the clouds, it’s like your heart is up there too.” Alex’s words echoed in his mind. That’s exactly why Alex was the last person he wanted to talk to right now. He needed five minutes of being disappointed, then he’d grow the fuck up and move on.
Hey, he’d done what Iz always said half the girls in their school wanted to do; he’d bagged a Gugino brother, even if just for a night. He doubted anyone in the neighborhood would congratulate Jody, but the thought did make him smile.
As he fought the line of people who were wrapped around the corner, waiting to get into a popular new ice cream shop on 12 th Ave, he realized someone was calling his name.
He thought he was just going crazy for a second, and shoved aside some disgruntled straphangers who were blocking his door. Before his key’d even slid into the lock, a hand landed on his shoulder. He didn’t jump, for some reason his sense memory telling him exactly who the hand belonged to.
He turned and looked into the deep brown eyes of the man who’d been consuming his thoughts all afternoon. And damn if Bobby didn’t look edible in a plain white V-neck tee and simple jeans. Simple yet sexy, manly and beautiful. He even smelled perfect.
“Bobby. What’re you doing here?”
“I….” Jody was surprised. He’d never guess Bobby could look so unsure of himself. It reminded him of the time Bobby had chased him down after the misunderstanding at his mother’s house. Yet another reason Jody had assumed they were more than just a casual thing. His face must have betrayed the distaste with which he held that thought, because Bobby took a step back, sliding his large hands in his jeans pockets.
“What, Bobby?” Jody asked, tiredly. “I’ve had a long day and I just want a drink.”
“Oh!” Bobby brightened and pointed down the block. “I’m in the bar there.” Bobby pointed at the one that was on the first floor of Jody’s building. Jody was surprised because it was the most expensive of the six bars in the immediate vicinity, which was what he said in lieu of an answer.
Bobby huffed a laugh. “I was sitting, hoping I’d catch you.”
“You could have texted.”
Bobby frowned and shook his head. “No. No, I couldn’t. Can we talk? Please?”
Jody eyed Bobby warily. “This feels like a dance we’ve done before.”
Bobby’s shoulders sagged, defeated. He straightened and gave a nod before turning to leave. Jody caught the eye of one of the girls leaned against the wall of his building, waiting in line, her expression incredulous. She’d clearly overheard their conversation and was wondering if she could move in if Jody didn’t. He knew it was silly, but that’s what got Jody moving.
“Bob, wait.”
Bobby turned; hand on the door to the bar.
“A drink wouldn’t kill me.”
That earned Jody a devastating smile. It wasn’t full-on, mischievous Bobby, but a more reserved smile. Jody thought he may be in trouble.
After they’d taken a seat at the end of the bar, which was surprisingly empty, they ordered and received pints and sipped quietly for a moment.
“I
After they’d talked of books and films and random memories from growing up, sharing lunches and work horror stories. Jody had been convinced that if Bobby was gay, they might have something that could grow deeper. He didn’t care if it made him pathetic, he’d hoped.
“You don’t just have your head in the clouds, it’s like your heart is up there too.” Alex’s words echoed in his mind. That’s exactly why Alex was the last person he wanted to talk to right now. He needed five minutes of being disappointed, then he’d grow the fuck up and move on.
Hey, he’d done what Iz always said half the girls in their school wanted to do; he’d bagged a Gugino brother, even if just for a night. He doubted anyone in the neighborhood would congratulate Jody, but the thought did make him smile.
As he fought the line of people who were wrapped around the corner, waiting to get into a popular new ice cream shop on 12 th Ave, he realized someone was calling his name.
He thought he was just going crazy for a second, and shoved aside some disgruntled straphangers who were blocking his door. Before his key’d even slid into the lock, a hand landed on his shoulder. He didn’t jump, for some reason his sense memory telling him exactly who the hand belonged to.
He turned and looked into the deep brown eyes of the man who’d been consuming his thoughts all afternoon. And damn if Bobby didn’t look edible in a plain white V-neck tee and simple jeans. Simple yet sexy, manly and beautiful. He even smelled perfect.
“Bobby. What’re you doing here?”
“I….” Jody was surprised. He’d never guess Bobby could look so unsure of himself. It reminded him of the time Bobby had chased him down after the misunderstanding at his mother’s house. Yet another reason Jody had assumed they were more than just a casual thing. His face must have betrayed the distaste with which he held that thought, because Bobby took a step back, sliding his large hands in his jeans pockets.
“What, Bobby?” Jody asked, tiredly. “I’ve had a long day and I just want a drink.”
“Oh!” Bobby brightened and pointed down the block. “I’m in the bar there.” Bobby pointed at the one that was on the first floor of Jody’s building. Jody was surprised because it was the most expensive of the six bars in the immediate vicinity, which was what he said in lieu of an answer.
Bobby huffed a laugh. “I was sitting, hoping I’d catch you.”
“You could have texted.”
Bobby frowned and shook his head. “No. No, I couldn’t. Can we talk? Please?”
Jody eyed Bobby warily. “This feels like a dance we’ve done before.”
Bobby’s shoulders sagged, defeated. He straightened and gave a nod before turning to leave. Jody caught the eye of one of the girls leaned against the wall of his building, waiting in line, her expression incredulous. She’d clearly overheard their conversation and was wondering if she could move in if Jody didn’t. He knew it was silly, but that’s what got Jody moving.
“Bob, wait.”
Bobby turned; hand on the door to the bar.
“A drink wouldn’t kill me.”
That earned Jody a devastating smile. It wasn’t full-on, mischievous Bobby, but a more reserved smile. Jody thought he may be in trouble.
After they’d taken a seat at the end of the bar, which was surprisingly empty, they ordered and received pints and sipped quietly for a moment.
“I
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