Keith Anderson is in love with Bobby Michaels. Unfortunately Keith, with their fifteen year age difference, thinks he’s too old for Bobby. The two start as “friends with benefits,” but Keith dumps Bobby when it turns serious, leaving Bobby broken-hearted.
When tragedy strikes and Bobby needs Keith, he steps up to support his lover. But Bobby lacks trust in Keith and everything around him. Can Keith convince Bobby that this time is for real, or will the two lovers never reconcile?
"Another?" Keith held up the bottle.
"No thanks, it's barely afternoon and I need to be functional for the rest of the day."
Keith put his elbows on the bar placed his body within a hair's breadth of Bobby.
"Are you gay?" Keith waited for an answer from Bobby. Keith's black eyes sparkled.
"That was a non sequitur. My sexuality isn't in question here. That's not what we're discussing. I thought we were talking about Jason and Zach. What made you ask me that?" Bobby's face turned red as he tried to deflect the question.
"I watched you the night you first came in with Jason. You didn't keep your eyes to yourself. You feasted, especially when Jason wasn't looking and when I made the remark about bartenders being bitches you knew exactly what I was talking about." Keith gazed at Bobby knowingly.
Bobby knew he had to give it up. "I'm bi, but you're the first to notice. My parents are older than most parents of someone my age. They expect grandchildren. Mom and Dad accepted Jason, but I'm not so sure about how they'd feel if I told them I was gay."
Keith pounced. "You said gay, not bi."
Bobby laughed. "You caught me…so now you know my secret. Even Jason doesn't know I'm gay." Bobby frowned. "Are you going to tell the general public now that you're sure? I'd like to tell Jason in my own time." Keith poured Bobby another shot.
"I shouldn't have this, I have to drive."
Keith shrugged. "No, I'm usually not a gossip, except when it affects someone I consider family. As far as your second shot is concerned, there's a furnished apartment upstairs where you can go to sleep it off if sleeping is what you want to do. It would be easier to hang around here, eat something, and then drive home later. We have things to talk about."
Bobby nodded his head. "I agree. I'm convinced. So we need to talk about how we're going to get our two best friends to pull their heads out of their respective asses and admit they love one another."
"There is that and a few other things, like are you available for a bit of fun?"