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beamed and added the chips to Preston's pile, but Preston stopped him. "This is your first pot--that's yours." Stone grinned, eyes crinkling, and stacked the chips in front of him. He knew it was dumb luck, but everyone made him feel so good, like he belonged, especially Preston. This was so different and completely unexpected. Stone didn't win the next hand, but the evening broke up soon after and he made a few dollars with his winnings.
The guys helped clean up and began to say their good-nights. "Thanks, Preston. That was really nice of you," Stone said as Preston followed Jasper. "No problem," Preston called as Stone found himself at the table alone. He got up and began folding down the chairs, getting them ready to take to the basement. He noticed that Jasper and Preston were whispering back and forth. "This isn't high school, Preston," Jasper said, and then he left the room.
"Is something wrong? Is Jasper mad?"
"No, he's just reminding me to be a man."
Stone tucked two chairs under each arm. "What about?"
"I wanted him to talk to someone for me and he told me to do it myself."
"Oh." Stone took the chairs through the house and into the basement, and then returned to the room, where Preston appeared to be waiting for him expectantly. Not knowing what was happening, he began folding up more chairs until he felt a hand on his arm, and he jumped, almost dropping the chair.
"I wanted to ask you something." Stone noticed Preston squirming in his chair.
"Okay." Stone stopped moving, wondering if he'd done something wrong. Instinctively, he began fidgeting and reached for the chairs.
"Stone." Preston touched his arm again. "I was wondering if you'd be willing to go out with me?" A crash made them both jump, and Stone realized he'd let go of the chair he was holding.
"Sorry." Embarrassed, he felt himself color as he scrambled to pick up the chair and set it against the table. "You mean like a date? Why?" "Yes, like a date." Preston smiled at him, but Stone could feel his stomach clenching.
"But why?"
Stone felt Preston's hand against his. "Because I acted like an ass and I want to make it up to you." Stone didn't know what to say, but he saw Preston color, and the man actually looked shy, which he didn't think happened very often. "And because of that kiss."
Stone touched his lips on reflex, remembering the kiss as well. "Okay." He could hardly believe he was agreeing to this, and as soon as he'd agreed, he began to wonder what he'd gotten himself in for.
"SO, DIDyour father flip out when you got home?" Jasper asked.
Preston held the phone beneath his chin as he moved around the room, trying to figure out what he should wear on his date with Stone. "No. In fact, he's been unusually silent over the last few days. So either he's plotting a creative demise for me or he's decided if he ignores it, my gayness will just go away." He wheeled himself to the closet and began sorting through his shirts.
"You don't seem upset about it."
Preston sighed as he continued looking. He'd stopped worrying about what his father thought years ago. If he didn't care, then the man couldn't hurt him, and Lord knew his father had hurt him plenty over the years. "Nothing to be upset about; it's quiet and I'm happy." At least for now.
"So what time's your date?"
"He's picking me up in about an hour." Preston couldn't drive, but to his gratitude, Stone had said that Geoff would loan him a car. He heard Jasper laugh. "Thank God. Can you imagine having to ask your mother for a ride?"
Peals of laughter rang through the receiver as Preston almost dropped the phone.
"You know, since the accident, there have been a number of things that I've cringed over.
Having to go to the bathroom with someone's help, being dressed, and getting a sponge bath from a complete stranger who was so hairy I thought I was being bathed by Cousin It, but I draw the line at taking my mother on a date." He started laughing, and Jasper's giggles started up again. "Hey, I'm
The guys helped clean up and began to say their good-nights. "Thanks, Preston. That was really nice of you," Stone said as Preston followed Jasper. "No problem," Preston called as Stone found himself at the table alone. He got up and began folding down the chairs, getting them ready to take to the basement. He noticed that Jasper and Preston were whispering back and forth. "This isn't high school, Preston," Jasper said, and then he left the room.
"Is something wrong? Is Jasper mad?"
"No, he's just reminding me to be a man."
Stone tucked two chairs under each arm. "What about?"
"I wanted him to talk to someone for me and he told me to do it myself."
"Oh." Stone took the chairs through the house and into the basement, and then returned to the room, where Preston appeared to be waiting for him expectantly. Not knowing what was happening, he began folding up more chairs until he felt a hand on his arm, and he jumped, almost dropping the chair.
"I wanted to ask you something." Stone noticed Preston squirming in his chair.
"Okay." Stone stopped moving, wondering if he'd done something wrong. Instinctively, he began fidgeting and reached for the chairs.
"Stone." Preston touched his arm again. "I was wondering if you'd be willing to go out with me?" A crash made them both jump, and Stone realized he'd let go of the chair he was holding.
"Sorry." Embarrassed, he felt himself color as he scrambled to pick up the chair and set it against the table. "You mean like a date? Why?" "Yes, like a date." Preston smiled at him, but Stone could feel his stomach clenching.
"But why?"
Stone felt Preston's hand against his. "Because I acted like an ass and I want to make it up to you." Stone didn't know what to say, but he saw Preston color, and the man actually looked shy, which he didn't think happened very often. "And because of that kiss."
Stone touched his lips on reflex, remembering the kiss as well. "Okay." He could hardly believe he was agreeing to this, and as soon as he'd agreed, he began to wonder what he'd gotten himself in for.
"SO, DIDyour father flip out when you got home?" Jasper asked.
Preston held the phone beneath his chin as he moved around the room, trying to figure out what he should wear on his date with Stone. "No. In fact, he's been unusually silent over the last few days. So either he's plotting a creative demise for me or he's decided if he ignores it, my gayness will just go away." He wheeled himself to the closet and began sorting through his shirts.
"You don't seem upset about it."
Preston sighed as he continued looking. He'd stopped worrying about what his father thought years ago. If he didn't care, then the man couldn't hurt him, and Lord knew his father had hurt him plenty over the years. "Nothing to be upset about; it's quiet and I'm happy." At least for now.
"So what time's your date?"
"He's picking me up in about an hour." Preston couldn't drive, but to his gratitude, Stone had said that Geoff would loan him a car. He heard Jasper laugh. "Thank God. Can you imagine having to ask your mother for a ride?"
Peals of laughter rang through the receiver as Preston almost dropped the phone.
"You know, since the accident, there have been a number of things that I've cringed over.
Having to go to the bathroom with someone's help, being dressed, and getting a sponge bath from a complete stranger who was so hairy I thought I was being bathed by Cousin It, but I draw the line at taking my mother on a date." He started laughing, and Jasper's giggles started up again. "Hey, I'm
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