Luke stepped into the crowded, smoky bar with Jake and Aaron. Neon signs hawking various brands of beer decorated the walls. They didn’t see any empty pool tables and wandered up to the bar for some longnecks.
Luke took a long draw on his beer and followed his buddies over to watch some pool. He saw a few Tigers uniforms among the players. He glanced around the room but didn’t notice Cato among them.
Fuck him anyway. Luke had given him two openings and the man had shot them both down. Fine, so he wasn’t Cato’s type -- not the end of the fucking world. He wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t going to make a third play for the man, either.
So why couldn’t he stop thinking about the stuck-up little prick? Why did he keep reliving their shared moans back at the Ninth Street Arcade? The feel of Cato’s hands on him when he was doubled over, holding his forehead?
Why? Probably because of the potential he’d seen there. Cato seemed like a nice enough guy -- basically normal with a sense of humor -- and they at least had some shared interests since they both played in a softball league.
But, for all Luke knew Cato wasn’t even gay. Maybe Cato was bi, or bi-curious. The fact that he’d been in the adult arcade getting off watching gay sex videos wasn’t necessarily proof. Maybe he wasn’t single either. Luke hadn’t felt a need to visit the place while in a relationship, but that didn’t mean others wouldn’t.
Fuck him. He either wasn’t interested or wasn’t eligible. Either way, Luke needed to move on and quit thinking about the man.
Luke needed to figure out where he could meet an eligible man who was interested in more than a casual hookup for the night. He was looking for love in all the wrong places, just like the song.
Luke glanced at the silent jukebox and walked over to look at the selections. He smiled when he saw the Johnny Lee song was one of the options. He pulled three quarters out of his pocket, dropped them into the machine and made his selection. |
