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got for that nearly knocked Tommy over.
“That’d be great,” Bobby said as Tommy walked him to the door.
They both hesitated, gazes locked for a beat, and again, Tommy wanted to kiss him. It felt like such a normal thing to do, and that scared the shit out of him.
“I’ll… see ya soon.”
Tommy nodded in response, trying not to hold his breath, his heart beating faster as he controlled the urge to jerk Bobby closer and press against him, taste him. “Not if I see you first,” he joked, trying to smile.
Bobby breathed a laugh and walked out the door.
Tommy waited until Bobby had taken a few steps down the walkway before he closed the door and locked it, but he watched through the window just as he had with Colleen earlier that night, making sure Bobby got into his car safely, waiting until he was pulling away from the curb. He muttered a curse and let the curtain fall shut when Bobby waved at him before driving off. Tommy had been caught watching Bobby leave, like a pining teenager with a crush.
“I need to get laid,” he told himself as he turned out the lights before going upstairs to fall into bed.
Chapter 4
“H EY , T OMMY !” Gene’s voice sounded from the bar. Tommy glanced over his shoulder from the table he was clearing. Gene was stocky, in his late fifties with buzzed gray hair and watery blue eyes. “It’s slow tonight, you wanna take off early?”
His boss was a nice guy, always willing to let him work even if there wasn’t much to do, but he always gave Tommy the choice.
In truth, they could use the money. Hell, they could always use the money, but it had been over two months since he’d felt anyone’s hand on him but his own. The kids were covered for the night, not expecting him home until after two when the joint closed, and for once he had the car. He decided he’d take the three hours off and figure out a way to make a few extra bucks later if it came down to it.
“I think I will,” he told Gene as he put the last of the dishes into a bin. “You want me to finish this load first?”
Gene looked around the empty pub with a laugh and lit a cigarette. It was against the law, but it didn’t look like anyone would catch him tonight. “Nah, leave ’em, it’ll give me something to do till closing.”
Tommy laughed and dumped the bin in the kitchen before grabbing his jacket. He thought about calling Bobby to see if he was off, but he decided against it. The two of them had been spending too much time together as it was. The last three nights they’d both had off, they ended up shooting some pool and having a few beers before going home and spending time with the kids. He loved watching Bobby lean over the pool table to line up a shot. He especially liked the way Bobby would stand close to him and whisper in his ear if the bar was noisy. But too many times, he thought he might tackle Bobby, pin him down, and kiss him until neither of them could breathe. It was starting to drive Tommy up the wall.
He had a half ounce of Kelly’s weed under the front seat of the car and decided he’d head to Jump—the only gay bar within twenty-five miles—and make up for the lost hours. And with any luck, he’d get Bobby McAlister out of his head. For a little while, at least.
E VEN FOR a Friday night the club was packed. Tommy was able to make his connection within ten minutes and did a hasty deal in one of the stalls in the men’s room. Now he stood at the bar and watched the crowd, hoping to have a more satisfying deal in the same bathroom stall.
He shook his head in frustration when he realized all the guys he was checking out looked suspiciously like his favorite blond-haired, blue-eyed cop. He hissed a curse and downed his drink. He was about to order another when an all-too-familiar voice sounded against his ear. “Can I buy you a drink?”
Even over the loud music and the chaos of laughter and conversation, Tommy recognized Bobby’s voice. Several questions ran
“That’d be great,” Bobby said as Tommy walked him to the door.
They both hesitated, gazes locked for a beat, and again, Tommy wanted to kiss him. It felt like such a normal thing to do, and that scared the shit out of him.
“I’ll… see ya soon.”
Tommy nodded in response, trying not to hold his breath, his heart beating faster as he controlled the urge to jerk Bobby closer and press against him, taste him. “Not if I see you first,” he joked, trying to smile.
Bobby breathed a laugh and walked out the door.
Tommy waited until Bobby had taken a few steps down the walkway before he closed the door and locked it, but he watched through the window just as he had with Colleen earlier that night, making sure Bobby got into his car safely, waiting until he was pulling away from the curb. He muttered a curse and let the curtain fall shut when Bobby waved at him before driving off. Tommy had been caught watching Bobby leave, like a pining teenager with a crush.
“I need to get laid,” he told himself as he turned out the lights before going upstairs to fall into bed.
Chapter 4
“H EY , T OMMY !” Gene’s voice sounded from the bar. Tommy glanced over his shoulder from the table he was clearing. Gene was stocky, in his late fifties with buzzed gray hair and watery blue eyes. “It’s slow tonight, you wanna take off early?”
His boss was a nice guy, always willing to let him work even if there wasn’t much to do, but he always gave Tommy the choice.
In truth, they could use the money. Hell, they could always use the money, but it had been over two months since he’d felt anyone’s hand on him but his own. The kids were covered for the night, not expecting him home until after two when the joint closed, and for once he had the car. He decided he’d take the three hours off and figure out a way to make a few extra bucks later if it came down to it.
“I think I will,” he told Gene as he put the last of the dishes into a bin. “You want me to finish this load first?”
Gene looked around the empty pub with a laugh and lit a cigarette. It was against the law, but it didn’t look like anyone would catch him tonight. “Nah, leave ’em, it’ll give me something to do till closing.”
Tommy laughed and dumped the bin in the kitchen before grabbing his jacket. He thought about calling Bobby to see if he was off, but he decided against it. The two of them had been spending too much time together as it was. The last three nights they’d both had off, they ended up shooting some pool and having a few beers before going home and spending time with the kids. He loved watching Bobby lean over the pool table to line up a shot. He especially liked the way Bobby would stand close to him and whisper in his ear if the bar was noisy. But too many times, he thought he might tackle Bobby, pin him down, and kiss him until neither of them could breathe. It was starting to drive Tommy up the wall.
He had a half ounce of Kelly’s weed under the front seat of the car and decided he’d head to Jump—the only gay bar within twenty-five miles—and make up for the lost hours. And with any luck, he’d get Bobby McAlister out of his head. For a little while, at least.
E VEN FOR a Friday night the club was packed. Tommy was able to make his connection within ten minutes and did a hasty deal in one of the stalls in the men’s room. Now he stood at the bar and watched the crowd, hoping to have a more satisfying deal in the same bathroom stall.
He shook his head in frustration when he realized all the guys he was checking out looked suspiciously like his favorite blond-haired, blue-eyed cop. He hissed a curse and downed his drink. He was about to order another when an all-too-familiar voice sounded against his ear. “Can I buy you a drink?”
Even over the loud music and the chaos of laughter and conversation, Tommy recognized Bobby’s voice. Several questions ran
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