Chapter 7
The tires of Nick's Ford F150 spun for a moment, when he stepped harder on the accelerator than he'd intended to. Easing off the accelerator some, he waited for the tires to gain traction, then smoothly backed the truck out of the driveway of the rented house.
He didn't have a destination in mind, he just needed to drive. Drive and think.
He'd never had any cause to question his sexuality. He'd always considered himself completely and thoroughly straight. He loved a good ol' roll in the hay with a soft woman.
I should be freaking out! he kept thinking to himself, over and over. Instead, he kept thinking about how Greg's body had felt, pressed up against him. The feeling had intrigued him, rather than repulsed him, and he started to think about how it might feel to have both Greg and Tracy pressed against him.
A groan escaped Nick, as he thought about what Greg was probably feeling right now. He figured Greg as probably truly repulsed by the whole thing. Hell, he's probably ready to call the whole thing off, Nick thought.
A car horn honking behind him caused Nick to jump. Laughing humorlessly to himself, Nick realized he'd been sitting at a stop sign for a few minutes, with no traffic in either direction on the other road. He turned the corner, planning on driving aimlessly for a while longer, before heading back to the house.
Greg slammed the door of the home office, then collapsed into one of the rolling office chairs. He put his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands.
He tried to stifle it, but a small moan escaped, and he hoped Tracy hadn't heard.
I should be disgusted! Greg thought. I kissed Nicholas Stokes, and I think I liked it! I should be disgusted! Greg ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the kiss again. He wondered how he had tasted to Nick. A horrified thought struck Greg, Poor Nick's probably freaking out right now. I'll bet he's going to call the whole thing off!
Taking a deep breath, Greg let it out with a sigh, resigning himself to whatever would happen.
As he took another deep breath, a wonderful aroma reached his nose. He couldn't quite place what it was, other than some sort of food, so shrugging to himself, he decided to let his nose lead him to the source.
In the kitchen, he watched as Tracy stirred a pan on the stove. He had to resist the urge to walk up behind her and pull her back against him.
Thus the conundrum hit him. He was definitely falling for Tracy, yet he also seemed to be discovering feelings for Nick, as well.
When Greg heard Nick's truck in the drive, he met the older man in the entryway.
"You okay, Nick?" Greg asked softly, shoving his hands deep into his jeans pockets.
"Yeah. You?" Nick asked, equally softly, his own hands turning his key ring around and around.
"Yeah."
"Okay. Let's just forget about it, then."
"Um, sure."
Both men relaxed, and Nick suddenly took a deep breath.
"What is that mouth watering smell?" Nick asked in wonder.
"Tracy's cooking dinner," a grin played over Greg's face, as he slowly recovered his usual self assuredness.
