“I saw that look in your eyes. I’ve seen that look in people’seyes before, but it’s when they’re fighting for their life, not when they’redealing with some asshole.”
Now I feel like the vulnerable one. I didn’t come here to talkabout me, but it’s fair for him to call me out on my shit when I called him outon his. “I just got knocked around a lot as a kid. Don’t see any reason to getknocked around as an adult, so I don’t take a lot of shit anymore.”
“Who knocked you around?”
His question is too personal. I want to ignore it, but again, Idoubt he wanted me to know what I know about him, so I just blurt out, “My dad.Not just with me, but with my brother. I got out of there when I was sixteen.Stayed with my aunt and uncle for a bit until I could get out on my own. Beenmoving around ever since.”
I recall the shouting matches and fists flying as my olderbrother protected me. Thinking about him reminds me of those dead, lifelesseyes as he lay on the floor. Not moving. Not breathing.
The day my brother…my best friend…was gone forever.
It breaks my fucking heart. Tears into my soul.
“In that interview, you said you came from New Orleans,” Reeseadds. “How long were you there?”
“About four weeks before I lost my job.”
“Before you werefiredfrom your job,” he reminds me.“For being prone to lose your temper, as far as I was told.”
“Some of the guys at work found out I was on Grindr. Don’t knowwhich of the closeted fags figured it out, but after they did, they startedcalling me faggot and giving me a hard time about taking it up the ass. Guessthey figured they could gang up on me without me putting up a fight, but theyfound out they were wrong when I kicked their fucking dumbasses. Theyunderestimated me. People always underestimate me.”
He stares at me with cold eyes. Distant eyes. I wonder what he’sthinking, but then he says, “Fair enough.”
I drink a few more beers, but he continues to nurse his first.
It’s unusually quiet between us until we start chatting aboutstupid shit. The sorts of ins and outs that we have to deal with on a regularbasis. Nothing serious. As if we’re trying to get as far away as possible fromall the serious stuff we started talking about when we first got here. Thebartender keeps swiping my empty bottles, so it’s hard for me to keep track ofwhere I’m at, but soon, I realize just how buzzed I am.
Feels good. Real good.
“Holy shit,” I say. “And it’s only Thursday.”
He looks at me, an ease in his expression that I haven’t seensince I started working at the factory. He smirks. “Yeah. It might be adifficult night for you.”
I see something else in his eyes. A look that I’m familiar with.It’s a look I’ve seen on a lot of guys before. One of interest—an “I wouldn’tmind fucking you” look.
A big, hot machine like him must be a hell of a fuck in thebedroom. I imagine his beard pressed against my face as he takes me frombehind—violently, aggressively.
It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve had a good lay. I nearlyhad a Grindr hookup last night, but the guy ended up flaking on me.
A more sober thought crosses my mind. What am I thinking?Fucking around with the boss? That’s a horrible idea. Am I fucking looking fora reason to have to find a new job already?
“I guess I should head home,” I say. I need to get out of herebefore I make a stupid as fuck mistake.
His expression shifts to one of disappointment. Maybe I’m rightabout him wanting to fuck me. Could he need this release as much as I do?
I run back through my memories of the guys in the warehousetalking about him, trying to remember if any of them ever mentioned him havinga girlfriend. I can’t remember anything like that.
Could he really be interested? The more I consider thepossibility, the stronger my desire becomes. My dick shifts in my pants as it stiffens.
“I’m gonna head to the bathroom and then head out too, but I’llwait with you for an Uber,” he says. “You’re not in any position to drive rightnow.” He rises, and I notice his own long, stiff cock in his jeans. I avoidlooking at it, so he won’t realize I’ve seen it.
Holy shit.
Like fuck. I don’t know if I could even take something that bigright now, but he’s obviously as interested as I am.
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