A/N: I don't own Dex or Saracen.
Dex watched Saracen concoct a story about his trip that involved two airline employees and he knew his friend was lying. Especially when the flustered and distracted man suddenly turned his curvaceous playmates into two stewards. So, he's figured out I like men too. He thought with a sigh. Might as well have fun with this.
"Wait, you said stewards? You're more adventurous that I am, Saracen." He said, then sipped his coffee as his friend turned bright red. "Or were there four of them? You can't lie worth anything. I hope you don't get captured anytime soon." He was teasing, but trying to be gentle. Saracen was a friend, and if this was the strange reaction some straight men showed around gay or bi friends, they'd just have to wait for it to pass.
Saracen looked down at the table ad Dex sighed. "You're safe with me, Saracen. I'm the same man I've always been. Frankly you're not my type." He teased and Saracen looked up.
"What is your type, then?" He sounded hurt and looked vulnerable. And had the man not been acting leery of him twenty seconds ago Dex could have hugged him.
"Well, first he has to like other guys. That's the most important part. Cheer up, Saracen, you're the first one to figure it out. Well, I think Valkyrie knew, but she has her own issues to deal with. So, you have something you need help with, I take it?" He asked and Saracen again looked at the table.
"Um, I really didn't have a good excuse. Well, I was bored and wanted a traveling partner."
"Until now?" Dex asked gently.
"No, we still could. It's none of my business, but were you ever seeing any of the other Dead Men?" He asked.
"I thought you could just know things."
"Not with you." Saracen admitted.
"That's because I'm used to hiding what I am. No, but I was aware of possible relationships. But I didn't see a chance of any of them lasting. It was a different time, Saracen. And nobody wanted found out. Most still don't. So unless they tell you themselves-" He shrugged and Saracen nodded then relaxed.
So they discussed possible destinations and adventures, Dex half listening and half trying to figure out Saracen's real reason for showing up. The question about the Dead Men had bothered him, because Saracen, rouge or not, usually showed more tact. Unless of course Saracen was interested in one of the men and potentially jealous. Dex repressed a sigh and wished men came with instruction manuals.
Curiouser and curiouser. Until we have a totally gay fanfic archive these stories will just keep reaching mixed audiences.
