“We suck,” I tell him. “We need to step it up.” I think for a second and say, “Wait, I have an idea. On the count of three, we look at each person, one by one, and hit them with that ridiculous face you made earlier.”
He catches on instantly. We go table to table with our cartoonish expressions. Within minutes, half the remaining crowd clears out.
We sit back down, smug and victorious. But only five seconds later, the bartender stomps over and growls, “I don’t care who you are. Either take your weird shit elsewhere or buy more drinks.”
Fair enough. I don't blame him, to be honest. We did just scare a few customers out of the bar.
“We’ll take four Pink Penises and the check, please,” I say with wide, innocent eyes.
Five minutes later, the drinks and the bill arrive. I hand the bartender my card before Nate can even reach for his wallet.
“I’ll pay you back,” he mumbles.
"Shut up. This one's on me; besides, it's your celebration, remember?"
Nate raises an eyebrow, grinning. “You’re right. I kicked ass today!”
He leans in. “So, Carter, how are the Hawks treating you? Actually, how’s life treating you?”
It makes sense why he is asking. We'd had a past moment, and I could see in his eyes he genuinely cares about me. However, I'm not too keen on talking about myself, and I'd prefer to learn more about him. Still, I need to give him something.
"The Hawks have actually been great," I said. "The first preseason game is next week. I'm starting the first quarter, which is a good sign. One of my college teammates, Marcus, is also on the team now. I'm cautiously optimistic he will also make the team and get to play by my side." I smile. “The NFL’s been good. Financially, amazing. Physically, I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus every day. But hey, it’s worth it. And how have you been?” I add.
“I wasn’t done,” Nate teases. “How have you been mentally? Hiding your true self can be hard. I know we just reconnected, but I’m a good listener.”
Surprisingly confident, I say, "The people who matter know I'm gay. That's what counts. Keeping this secret has affected my game in the past, which is why, one day, I want to be fully out." I smile, "Maybe when I'm in a relationship, I'll come out publicly. It would be easier with someone by my side if things go sour."
Nate's face flushes slightly, and my eyes widen. I'm not saying it meant anything, but I swear we just had a moment.
As we sip our final Pink Penises, I sign the check. Nate told me he'd recently moved to Newark from Philly to pursue singing. I want to tease him about picking New Jersey over New York, but I think it might be best to hold back. He keeps mentioning wishing to open a cafe with an open mic night, if his singing career does not pick up. Honestly, I love the idea, and I really admire his ambition.
I look at my watch and realize it's already eight at night. In shock, I look at Nate and smile, saying, "We have been sitting at this table for over three hours!"
Nate jokingly puts his hands over his mouth, acting shocked and giggling as he gets up to walk toward the bathroom.
I’ve been thinking to myself for hours how I could get Nate alone. So, when I see him head to the bathroom, I decide to follow. But not immediately, of course. I give him a little time first to actually use the bathroom.
After a few minutes, I walk through the bathroom doors and see Nate drying his hands while looking at me with slight confusion.
I motion for him to come closer, holding the door to keep others out. As he approaches, he murmurs, “Can I help you?”
Hoping he wants this as much as I do, I gently pull him in and kiss him. After a brief few seconds, I pull back and look at his lusting eyes. Before I know it, he yanks me close and kisses me like he's been hungry for it. I fell into him with a loud moan. Too loud, maybe, but I couldn’t care less.
As our tongues tangle together, hot and messy, I can't help myself as I reach down and grab his peach-firm ass, squeezing hard. Hearing his groan in my mouth shoots straight through me. My cock stiffens instantly, thickening against my jeans, begging for more. I press into him, letting him feel exactly what he's doing to me.
Not soon after, I feel his stiffening pants against my left as he starts dry humping me. It takes every ounce of self-control not to reach down and stroke his cock, even though the urge is unbearable. Instead, I grab the back of his smooth neck and pull him closer, needing him pressed against me.
Realizing we've been going at it for five minutes, I pull away from him and start giggling. I jokingly whisper, "I think we need to leave the bathroom, or people might come looking for us.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be found,” Nate teases.
We both look at each other with a clear desperation to kiss again but are aware that we have to leave the bathroom. We both look intently at each other and come to a silent agreement that he will leave first and I will follow a minute later.
After a few minutes, we sit back down at our table and smile at each other.
I lean in and whisper with a grin, “That was hot. Any interest in hanging out again?”
“Absolutely not,” Nate says blankly.
