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One Night Part 2
“Why now? Why him?”
Bear shrugged. “He’s hot.”
“And?” Loren crossed his arms over his chest, dirty rag clenched in one fist. “There’s a lot of hot guys. Gay bar, remember? You get hit on all the time.”
Bear turned to face his friend. “Yeah, I do. At least until they learn what a scary bastard you can be and go running for the hills. Your comments and looks didn’t scare him off though. Kameron didn’t hit on me like he expected me to bend right over for him because he liked how my ass looked though. He asked me out. For coffee. That’s something people do when they want to talk to each other and shit.”
Loren sighed. “Which is the only reason why I didn’t kick his ass out of my bar.”
His friend was overprotective but Bear appreciated that. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Loren’s waist, giving him a hug. “You know, one of these days you’re going to have to let me grow up.”
“You’re never going to be a grown up, and Jimmy made me promise to look out for you.”
Bear rolled his eyes but squeezed Loren a bit tighter at the mention of his older brother, and Loren’s best friend since they were all kids. “I’m not the same idiot I was back in high school and if you don’t stop watching me so close you’re gonna get an eyeful of my ass again.”
Loren laughed, his chest jumping against Bear’s cheek. “You know, if it hadn’t been such a bad situation you’d be getting teased for that butt print you left on the window trying to get away from that douche Bobby Engirn. To tiny little half-moon smudges right there on the dirty glass.”
“You are such an ass!” Bear slapped Loren’s back.
“Hey, I have a great ass. You wish you had an ass as great as mine.”
Sliding his hand downward, Bear was about to pinch Loren’s so-called great ass when a hand gripped his wrist and pulled it away.
“That would be mine.” The deep voice made Loren shudder in Bear’s arms. “No touching.”
“John! You’re home!”
Bear knew Loren was dying to be in his boyfriend’s arms so he planted his feet, grabbing two handfuls of Loren’s shirt.
“Hey!” he objected.
“If I don’t get any, you shouldn’t be getting any either!”
Loren grinned. “Well you have that date with Mr. Tall, Blond and Sexy later where you could get some, so you have to let me go.”
“I’m not that easy, you know, I’m not having sex on a first date!”
John chuckled. “Well neither are we; we’ve had at least a hundred dates so Loren and I can. If you let him go.” He gave Bear a pleading look. “Come on, please pass me the boyfriend.”
“Fine.” Bear let Loren go. He watched, trying to tamp down the jealousy that reared its ugly head when he watched his friend and his brother’s partner embrace. His luck with guys sucked, but he kept trying.
One day he’d have someone who’d kiss him like that.
When Loren and John finally broke apart, John was smirking and Loren was breathing hard.
“All right you two, go away. I’ll finish cleaning up.”
“You sure?” Loren asked.
Bear nodded. “Yeah. Besides, with John home we can skip our shopping trip tomorrow so I can sleep in.”
“You need new furniture. I got poked in the ass with a spring the last time I was over at your place; it put a hole in the sea of my favorite jeans—”
“Which are now my favorite jeans.” John snickered.
“And you’re not a college kid anymore. You can afford a new couch and chair; I know, I pay your checks.”
Sighing, Bear said, “Fine. I won’t even complain, but not tomorrow. Next Sunday.”
His apartment was a little frat boy-esque. He was twenty-five now. His marketing degree wasn’t being utilized to its fullest, but he was doing some web services for a few companies and still working at the bar. Loren was right, it was time he upgraded.
Maybe even to a new kind of guy.
The kind that offered to take you for coffee.
“Hi Bear, it’s Kameron.”
“Hi Kameron. Bit early, isn’t it?” It was just past one in the afternoon.
“Well, I thought that perhaps you might be able to meet and maybe grab some dinner at this little bistro I know instead of our coffee date. It’s called Café La Vin. You don’t work or anything today, do you?”
“I know that place; it’s down by the lake. It is one of my favorites,” Bear said.
“Sounds good, then?”
“I do have a project I’m working on. I do some web design and online work for a few businesses and I’m re-vamping a website for a client. But I’ll be done in before five.”
Kameron was pleased, his voice dropping down to the growl he’d used the night before at the bar. “Good. I can pick you up at six? Will that give you long enough to get ready?”
“Yeah. Let me give you my address.”
He didn’t need to write it down; he already knew where Bear lived.
“I’ll see you soon.” His voice was a raspy promise.
Bear’s voice was a little breathless over the phone. “See you,” he said.
Walking over to the living room, Kameron sank down on the couch. He grinned as he punched in a new number on the phone and listened to it ring.
“He agreed to dinner at that bistro you told me he loved. Good choice.”
“Great. Remember what I told you; don’t invite him over and don’t try to ‘go in for a nightcap’ at his place either.”
Kameron rolled his eyes, tucking the phone against his ear as he shifted through the pile of folders on his coffee table. “I am not going to rush this. He’s everything you said he would be.”
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