was also patient and would wait indefinitely until Adam looked at him. Adam wasn’t ready for this conversation. Instead, he studied the Christmas tree in the corner. It was a huge Douglas fir, covered in hundreds of colored lights. He liked them better than the white lights many people favored now. They reminded him of his childhood. Of happy times when he wasn’t so conflicted about his life.
That was part of the price one paid for becoming an adult, he supposed. Self-awareness could be a bitch sometimes.
Adam picked up the heavy crystal glass and took a sip. The fine scotch burned slightly as it slid down his throat to his belly. Rob always had impeccable taste in liquor. The ice clinked on the side of the glass as he set it back down on the coffee table.
The entire room was festive without being overdone. Fresh boughs lined the fireplace mantle, scenting the air. Red and white candles sat in tall clear holders, strategically placed, flickering and adding their light to that from the tree. An antique Santa sat on the edge of the hearth. He knew it was all Shayla’s doing.
Shayla and Rob had married a few months ago. He loved them both but being around them was more difficult than he’d anticipated. They were so happy and he was so…alone.
It was worse because he lived in the house next door. He and Rob had bought the several acres of land years ago, always planning on building their homes here, raising their families. Rob had designed both homes, tailoring them to each man’s individual wants and needs, and Adam’s construction company had built them. They were on a wooded lot on a quiet country road, close to town, but giving them the privacy they’d both wanted.
Now that privacy was making his life a living hell.
A small pile of presents was stacked under the tree. The ones he’d brought over were sitting in front of the rest—a bottle of scotch for Adam and imported chocolates for Shayla. Not much of a gift for his best friend and his wife, but Adam hadn’t known what else to buy. Anything else he’d thought of was too personal.
Adam continued to study the Christmas tree, ignoring his friend. He knew Rob was leading up to something and was very afraid he knew what it was about.
His heart was racing and he was starting to sweat even though he was wearing a cotton shirt and not a sweater. He’d put on the red shirt his sister had given him last Christmas because he’d figured it was festive.
The wind brushed against the house and it made a lonely hollow sound that matched how he was feeling. It was cold outside with about six inches of snow on the ground and the wind blowing it around. Inside it was warm and cozy.
Not tonight, he thought. It was Christmas Eve. The last thing he wanted was to be booted out of his best friend’s life because Rob had finally noticed how Adam looked at him.
Bottom line—he wanted Rob. Had always been attracted to him. When they were kids, it had been strictly as a friend. He liked Rob. Admired his athletic ability, his loyalty. The two had been inseparable as kids and that hadn’t changed as they’d gotten older. The problems started when puberty hit. Adam had found himself watching not only girls, but Rob as well.
Adam felt adrift. He was different. Had never been quite like the other guys. He was bisexual. It had taken him years to finally admit that to himself. He’d hidden his attraction to Rob from his friend and himself for most of his life.
It had become more difficult when Rob started dating Shayla. Beautiful, kind, quiet Shayla. She wasn’t society’s idea of a classic beauty. She wasn’t tall or blonde or skinny. No, Shayla was a throwback to a time when men enjoyed women with curves.
About five foot four, she had long black hair that fell all the way to her waist. He’d spent many nights with his hands wrapped around his dick while he daydreamed about her. He could easily picture her on her hands and knees in front of him, sucking his cock. Her
That was part of the price one paid for becoming an adult, he supposed. Self-awareness could be a bitch sometimes.
Adam picked up the heavy crystal glass and took a sip. The fine scotch burned slightly as it slid down his throat to his belly. Rob always had impeccable taste in liquor. The ice clinked on the side of the glass as he set it back down on the coffee table.
The entire room was festive without being overdone. Fresh boughs lined the fireplace mantle, scenting the air. Red and white candles sat in tall clear holders, strategically placed, flickering and adding their light to that from the tree. An antique Santa sat on the edge of the hearth. He knew it was all Shayla’s doing.
Shayla and Rob had married a few months ago. He loved them both but being around them was more difficult than he’d anticipated. They were so happy and he was so…alone.
It was worse because he lived in the house next door. He and Rob had bought the several acres of land years ago, always planning on building their homes here, raising their families. Rob had designed both homes, tailoring them to each man’s individual wants and needs, and Adam’s construction company had built them. They were on a wooded lot on a quiet country road, close to town, but giving them the privacy they’d both wanted.
Now that privacy was making his life a living hell.
A small pile of presents was stacked under the tree. The ones he’d brought over were sitting in front of the rest—a bottle of scotch for Adam and imported chocolates for Shayla. Not much of a gift for his best friend and his wife, but Adam hadn’t known what else to buy. Anything else he’d thought of was too personal.
Adam continued to study the Christmas tree, ignoring his friend. He knew Rob was leading up to something and was very afraid he knew what it was about.
His heart was racing and he was starting to sweat even though he was wearing a cotton shirt and not a sweater. He’d put on the red shirt his sister had given him last Christmas because he’d figured it was festive.
The wind brushed against the house and it made a lonely hollow sound that matched how he was feeling. It was cold outside with about six inches of snow on the ground and the wind blowing it around. Inside it was warm and cozy.
Not tonight, he thought. It was Christmas Eve. The last thing he wanted was to be booted out of his best friend’s life because Rob had finally noticed how Adam looked at him.
Bottom line—he wanted Rob. Had always been attracted to him. When they were kids, it had been strictly as a friend. He liked Rob. Admired his athletic ability, his loyalty. The two had been inseparable as kids and that hadn’t changed as they’d gotten older. The problems started when puberty hit. Adam had found himself watching not only girls, but Rob as well.
Adam felt adrift. He was different. Had never been quite like the other guys. He was bisexual. It had taken him years to finally admit that to himself. He’d hidden his attraction to Rob from his friend and himself for most of his life.
It had become more difficult when Rob started dating Shayla. Beautiful, kind, quiet Shayla. She wasn’t society’s idea of a classic beauty. She wasn’t tall or blonde or skinny. No, Shayla was a throwback to a time when men enjoyed women with curves.
About five foot four, she had long black hair that fell all the way to her waist. He’d spent many nights with his hands wrapped around his dick while he daydreamed about her. He could easily picture her on her hands and knees in front of him, sucking his cock. Her
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