Thanks for all the great feedback. I'm steadily plotting this story out so that it has lots of ongoing chapters for your reading pleasure. Here is the next one.
I respected Edge's feelings and did my best to avoid him, but that didn't mean that my own feelings weren't hurt. On the occasions where I couldn't totally avoid Edge, like passing him in the hall, he totally ignored me, not even a good morning. That was something I had to overlook, though, because dwelling on the negative wasn't going to do me any good. I had a big project coming up at work and that was what I was looking forward to. Numbers had long been a love of mine, because they occupied my mind and I was good at crunching them. My weekends were about to be full, as this project would take me a month to complete, but the possibility of a promotion into management made it worthwhile.
On Saturdays, I'd wake up early and work all day until night time, pulling longer hours than I did during the week. Every once and awhile, I'd take a break and sit outside to breathe fresh air, but I didn't do that too much, because that's when I started to think about things other than work. Thoughts of going downtown to a club and finding some action came to mind, something I had never done before. Of course, I had no clue what I was doing, so there was potential for me to make a fool of myself. Nonetheless, I put on my going out clothes and contemplated going out. I kept checking myself in the mirror, to make sure that I looked decent, but I was really just delaying. An evening out wouldn't set me back on my work, as I was already far ahead, but part of my mind was still using that as a delay tactic. Finally, I just forced myself to open up the door and head out. It was time that I actually challenged myself socially. Edge had brought me out of my insular space, but it was up to me to broaden my scope.
I arrived at a club downtown called “The Tank”. It wasn't a particularly wild place, but it wasn't boring either. This was my first time in a gay club and my pulse sped up a little. Not too long ago, I wouldn't have been caught in a place like this, it was too taboo. I was traditionalist and even though I accepted being gay a long time ago, I still had my mother's values and nightclubs were strictly verboten. But, I was growing into my own person and needed to explore, so there was no time like the present to start. I ordered a sparkling water (I still wasn't a drinker) and observed the room for a few minutes. I was trying to see if there was any guy I wanted to ask for a dance, one that was good looking, but approachable. I looked over at the door and I saw a familiar face walk in. It was Edge, and he wasn't alone. He was with this scruffy looking twink, who was the opposite of me. I knew that Edge went to a club sometimes, but I didn't know it was this one. There were a few gay clubs around the city and I just had to pick the one that he came into. I paid for my drink and prepared to go to another club, as I didn't want my first real gay night out to be spent thinking about Edge. As I was leaving, Edge spotted me and made a beeline towards me.
“You run off 'cause of me, Jimbo?”
“Edge, let's not talk about it.”
“I just don't want you leaving on account of me.”
“The vibe was off for me in here, that's all.”
“You believe that?”
“Okay, Edge, what the hell is your angle? For weeks, you haven't wanted to have a thing to do with me, and I respected that. Now, you've got your little cocky game running again, and I'm sort of confused.”
“Damn, you can be TNT when you want to be.”
“Bye, Edge.”
Edge pulls me into a back room, one that is quiet and dimly lit with candles. I assume this is some sort of private room for guys who want to spend some one on one time.
“I know I've been a jerk to you and I'm sorry. And no, that guy I was with is not anything to me but a friend. He's owns the club and is married to a guy I introduced him to years ago, so that was not a date. He's my old friend/designated driver.”
“I didn't ask you that.”
“But, that's why you left. I know you.”
“It's no big deal, I'm giving you your space, so what you do is not my business.”
“I'm rethinking that cooling it thing. When I told you all my crap, it stirred up old feelings and I wanted to push you away to keep from getting hurt.”
“Edge, I'm not a closet case that is going to hurt you. Maybe I'm a traditional, button down guy, but the closet is not my place and I'm good to my friends.”
“You still see me as a friend?”
“I guess so.”
“Look, sometimes I'm an ass, but that comes with being my friend.”
“I won't dispute that.”
“Good, we got that clear. Listen, I cannot promise you a boyfriend, or nothing like that, but we can keep doing what we do and see where it goes, Jimbo.”
“That's good with me and all I can really ask for. I like when we play around, but I also like when we just talk.”
“First time I've ever really had a guy say he liked when I talked, except for dirty talk.”
“Well, you've met a guy who values good conversation.”
“I like it, too, but I'm still horny and dirty. And right now, what I want to do doesn't require talking.”
Edge pulls me close to him and gives me a slow, passionate kiss. Edge had drawn me in again and it felt good. He pushed me up against the wall, and undid my pants, then undid his own. He rubbed his sweaty manhood against mine, and I moaned in pleasure. This was something we hadn't tried before, but I loved it. His stubble brushed against my neck as he kissed me, and I squeezed his firm bottom as he thrusted harder and harder against my manhood. Finally, I exploded my load all over, I couldn't hold it any longer, the pleasure was too much.
“That should make up for me being an ass to you, Jimbo.”
“Well, it's a good start.”
As we both caught our breathe, I wondered where things would go next. I wasn't for sure, but the one thing I did know is that we could have some good times together and both of us were looking forward to it.
