Porter:Nice.
Marco:You okay?
Porter:Yeah, I was just hoping to meet Deac's family soon. But he's being a muppet.
Marco:Give it time, he's wild about you. It's not easy to come out.
Porter:That's the thing. His closet seems to have a revolving door. He goes back in whenever his mates or brother are around. Karma for when I was young and stupid, I guess.
Marco:He's a keeper, okay? He'll find his way back. You of all people know that work mates can be the toughest ones to tell.
Porter:I hear ya. It just sucks.
Marco:Yep. But he's got a heart of gold. And you’re so good together. Don’t bugger it up. Be patient with him.
Porter:I'm trying. What should I say?
Marco:Nothing. Just keep loving him and he’ll do the rest.
Porter: : (
Marco: : p
Warmth ripples through me. Marco watches my reaction with curiosity.
“Took me three years to come out to my family,” I admit. “They were awesome about it, obviously. But sometimes you've gotta make peace with it on your own, before you can tell the rest of the world.”
“I guess,” he sighs. “Maybe Deacon’s still getting used to seeing himself as gay or bi. You know… realising that he’s allowed to love Porterandbe one of the boys. It's mostly his brother and Dad, I think. And the guys from the truck yard. He’s heard them crack homophobic slurs about other people.”
I remember how it felt when I went through that phase.
“If I found it daunting to come out around people who are extremely open minded, I can only imagine what it must be like to do that in a blokey blue collar environment. It’s hard enough as it is.”
Marco gives me a cheeky smile.
“So we shouldn’t drive a forklift through the yard telling everyone how much you love having my cock in your mouth?”
“Best not to make them jealous,” I wink.
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Our laughter melts into a kiss.
I nuzzle my face between his legs.
His gasp is soft, hips lifting slightly.
“Hungry?”
“Mm-hmm,” I nod.
“What kind of hungry?”
“Both.”
I reach behind him to open the door before we get carried away.
“Your keys, Sir,” I say, dropping them into his hand.
