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Authors: Carol Lynne
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“No way is he tired of you. The guy thinks you walk on water for fuck sake. Now grab your balls and let’s go have dinner.”
Despite his earlier annoyance with Julian, Chet appreciated the way Julian could change his mood within minutes. He balled up a piece of paper and threw it at his friend. “Get the fuck out, you jackass.”
After Julian left, Chet opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small picture of Bobby that he’d cut out of a Sports Illustrated article. It didn’t matter how many times he looked at the picture it always made him smile. Unlike the majority of the pictures of Bobby Ray out there, this one had been taken back home in Arkansas. In it Bobby held up a snapping turtle who’d stolen his bait while fishing. The goofy expression on Bobby’s face was priceless and one that Chet never tired of.
“I’m ready,” Bobby said, sticking his head in the door.
“Be right there.” Chet put the framed picture back in his drawer. He hoped to one day see that expression in person instead of in a magazine photo.
* * * *
“Dane’s here,” Bobby announced, getting up from the table to go meet his roommate.
Chet watched Bobby cross the restaurant. He stopped in front of his friend and the two men talked for a brief moment before both disappearing down the hallway towards the restroom.
“What, they’re so close all the sudden they have to hold hands while they pee?” Julian asked around a chuckle.
Uneasy, Chet rose from his chair. “I’ll be right back.”
As he made his way to the restroom, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Dane jumped the moment Chet pushed open the door.
“Hey,” Dane greeted. “We’ll be out in a minute.”
Chet looked past Dane to the closed stall door. He nudged Dane out of the way and knocked on the cold painted metal. “Everything okay?”
“Uhhh, yeah, I’m almost done.”
Through the slight crack in the door, Chet could see Bobby wasn’t even sitting on the toilet. Chet grabbed the top of the door and hoisted himself up until he could see over the stall. With his pants around his ankles, Bobby was in the middle of wrapping a cold pack around his knee. “Open the door.”
Bobby glanced up at Chet and secured the Velcro firmly in place. “Hang on. Let me pull my jeans up.”
Chet lowered himself to the floor and turned to Dane. “Would you mind joining the others while I have a word with Bobby?”
Dane, who’d been steadily working on biting his thumbnail off, glanced at the closed stall door. “Bobby?”
“It’s okay,” Bobby said, opening the door. He patted Dane on the shoulder and smiled. “Thanks for your help, but I’ve got it from here.”
“You sure?” Dane asked.
“Yeah.”
Although part of the conspiracy to deceive him, Chet had to give Dane points for loyalty. The two men had only known each other a few days and already they seemed like best friends.
“Don’t be mad at Dane,” Bobby started.
“I’m not.” Chet leaned his back against the door and crossed his arms over his chest. “How bad are you hurtin’?”
Bobby bit his bottom lip and had the decency to look guilty. “Pretty bad, but I’m sure it’s just because it’s been a while since I’ve worked out like I did today.”
Chet’s biggest fear had come to fruition. Caught between being a coach and being a lover, he warred with himself on what to do. It was the first real test of their new relationship and he wanted to get it right. “Why don’t we go back to my house? I’ll help you ice it down and we can talk.”
“Are you mad?” Bobby asked.
“Some, but more than anything, I’m hurt that you went to Dane for help instead of coming to me.” Bobby opened his mouth to protest, but Chet held his hand up. “I didn’t say I don’t understand why you did it, but maybe that’s something else we should talk about.”
Chet opened the door and wrapped a supportive arm around Bobby’s waist. “By the way, you’re going to have
Despite his earlier annoyance with Julian, Chet appreciated the way Julian could change his mood within minutes. He balled up a piece of paper and threw it at his friend. “Get the fuck out, you jackass.”
After Julian left, Chet opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small picture of Bobby that he’d cut out of a Sports Illustrated article. It didn’t matter how many times he looked at the picture it always made him smile. Unlike the majority of the pictures of Bobby Ray out there, this one had been taken back home in Arkansas. In it Bobby held up a snapping turtle who’d stolen his bait while fishing. The goofy expression on Bobby’s face was priceless and one that Chet never tired of.
“I’m ready,” Bobby said, sticking his head in the door.
“Be right there.” Chet put the framed picture back in his drawer. He hoped to one day see that expression in person instead of in a magazine photo.
* * * *
“Dane’s here,” Bobby announced, getting up from the table to go meet his roommate.
Chet watched Bobby cross the restaurant. He stopped in front of his friend and the two men talked for a brief moment before both disappearing down the hallway towards the restroom.
“What, they’re so close all the sudden they have to hold hands while they pee?” Julian asked around a chuckle.
Uneasy, Chet rose from his chair. “I’ll be right back.”
As he made his way to the restroom, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Dane jumped the moment Chet pushed open the door.
“Hey,” Dane greeted. “We’ll be out in a minute.”
Chet looked past Dane to the closed stall door. He nudged Dane out of the way and knocked on the cold painted metal. “Everything okay?”
“Uhhh, yeah, I’m almost done.”
Through the slight crack in the door, Chet could see Bobby wasn’t even sitting on the toilet. Chet grabbed the top of the door and hoisted himself up until he could see over the stall. With his pants around his ankles, Bobby was in the middle of wrapping a cold pack around his knee. “Open the door.”
Bobby glanced up at Chet and secured the Velcro firmly in place. “Hang on. Let me pull my jeans up.”
Chet lowered himself to the floor and turned to Dane. “Would you mind joining the others while I have a word with Bobby?”
Dane, who’d been steadily working on biting his thumbnail off, glanced at the closed stall door. “Bobby?”
“It’s okay,” Bobby said, opening the door. He patted Dane on the shoulder and smiled. “Thanks for your help, but I’ve got it from here.”
“You sure?” Dane asked.
“Yeah.”
Although part of the conspiracy to deceive him, Chet had to give Dane points for loyalty. The two men had only known each other a few days and already they seemed like best friends.
“Don’t be mad at Dane,” Bobby started.
“I’m not.” Chet leaned his back against the door and crossed his arms over his chest. “How bad are you hurtin’?”
Bobby bit his bottom lip and had the decency to look guilty. “Pretty bad, but I’m sure it’s just because it’s been a while since I’ve worked out like I did today.”
Chet’s biggest fear had come to fruition. Caught between being a coach and being a lover, he warred with himself on what to do. It was the first real test of their new relationship and he wanted to get it right. “Why don’t we go back to my house? I’ll help you ice it down and we can talk.”
“Are you mad?” Bobby asked.
“Some, but more than anything, I’m hurt that you went to Dane for help instead of coming to me.” Bobby opened his mouth to protest, but Chet held his hand up. “I didn’t say I don’t understand why you did it, but maybe that’s something else we should talk about.”
Chet opened the door and wrapped a supportive arm around Bobby’s waist. “By the way, you’re going to have
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