what? Whatever it is we can figure it out together." Johnny reigned in his temper and placed a hand on Mike's back. Every muscle in Mike's body tensed at that touch and he hated that he had no control over how his body now reacted to his best friend. "Talk to me, bro," Johnny practically pleaded.
Talk about how I want you naked in my bed? How I want to run my mouth all over you? I don't think so!
"I don't want to talk about it." Mike shrugged off Johnny's hand and stood. He gathered their breakfast plates without looking at his brother. "I'm fine. We're fine."
Mike stormed from the room and Johnny's voice followed him. "I'm calling bullshit. I've known you too long Mike and I know you're not fine."
Mike never dealt well with being cornered in his anger finally ignited as he started rinsing the dishes. He could hear the click clack of the walker as Johnny followed him into the kitchen.
"Fucking talk to me, bro," Johnny practically yelled at him.
"God dammit, John, There. Is. Nothing. To. Talk. About." Mike retorted and only paused long enough to see his best friends eyes grow wide. It dawned on Mike that this was the first time he had ever called his brother by his actual name. Somehow over the last seventeen years that they have known one another neither of them actually called the other by their given name. Fuck!
"I need to do some shopping," Mike said. I need to get away from you . "I'll be back later." Mike didn't wait for a reply as he bee lined for the door and if his best friend gave him one, he didn't hear it.
***
Mike drove, and drove, and drove. He had no destination in mind. How could he tell Johnny that he thought he was gay? His brother would think it was a joke at best. At the worst, he would lose his best friend and then what would he do? He knew Johnny wouldn't believe him even if he told him the truth. Johnny would point out all the women Mike had taken the bed, hell, even the women they had shared, just to prove his point. That thought gave Mike pause. In his head he could hear Johnny arguing the point.
"No gay guy would have fucked as many chicks as you have, bro."
Mike knew there was logic in that argument but it didn't change how hard he got just thinking about his best friend. If he wasn't gay, then what? He just had a hard on, literally, for his brother?
Dammit ! If Johnny hadn't been staying at his place then maybe he could find the answer online. Mike laughed. Yeah, he would just look up areyougay.com or maybe he could look up gay porn. Fuck, I need a drink.
Mike looked at his watch and realized he had been driving around randomly for the last two hours. He gave thought to where to go for happy hour when an idea struck him. If he couldn't get online to see if he was really gay then maybe he could check out a gay bar. It was just after two in the afternoon but he was sure there had to be one open somewhere in the city.
Mike pulled out his phone and did a search. Holy Shit! The city had fifty-three gay bars. Who knew? Certainly not him. Mike scanned the list of the bars and discarded several based on their name alone. He also didn't want to go to a bar in the precinct that he usually worked. Wouldn't that just be great to get a call to a gay bar were someone might remember him or even worse, be in the bar if his coworkers were called there.
Finally, he settled for a bar about twenty minutes away from him. When Mike pulled into the lot, he was slightly surprised at the number of cars that were there for it being so early in the day. As he parked he had a moment of trepidation about going inside. He was a cop for Christ's sake and faced situations a lot more dangerous than entering a gay bar. So why did he feel like butterflies were trying to escape his stomach?
Fuck it . Mike slammed his truck door harder than he had intended and headed for the door with all the concentration of the SWAT team on a raid.
The inside of the bar was dark and Jimmy Buffett greeted him from the jukebox
Talk about how I want you naked in my bed? How I want to run my mouth all over you? I don't think so!
"I don't want to talk about it." Mike shrugged off Johnny's hand and stood. He gathered their breakfast plates without looking at his brother. "I'm fine. We're fine."
Mike stormed from the room and Johnny's voice followed him. "I'm calling bullshit. I've known you too long Mike and I know you're not fine."
Mike never dealt well with being cornered in his anger finally ignited as he started rinsing the dishes. He could hear the click clack of the walker as Johnny followed him into the kitchen.
"Fucking talk to me, bro," Johnny practically yelled at him.
"God dammit, John, There. Is. Nothing. To. Talk. About." Mike retorted and only paused long enough to see his best friends eyes grow wide. It dawned on Mike that this was the first time he had ever called his brother by his actual name. Somehow over the last seventeen years that they have known one another neither of them actually called the other by their given name. Fuck!
"I need to do some shopping," Mike said. I need to get away from you . "I'll be back later." Mike didn't wait for a reply as he bee lined for the door and if his best friend gave him one, he didn't hear it.
***
Mike drove, and drove, and drove. He had no destination in mind. How could he tell Johnny that he thought he was gay? His brother would think it was a joke at best. At the worst, he would lose his best friend and then what would he do? He knew Johnny wouldn't believe him even if he told him the truth. Johnny would point out all the women Mike had taken the bed, hell, even the women they had shared, just to prove his point. That thought gave Mike pause. In his head he could hear Johnny arguing the point.
"No gay guy would have fucked as many chicks as you have, bro."
Mike knew there was logic in that argument but it didn't change how hard he got just thinking about his best friend. If he wasn't gay, then what? He just had a hard on, literally, for his brother?
Dammit ! If Johnny hadn't been staying at his place then maybe he could find the answer online. Mike laughed. Yeah, he would just look up areyougay.com or maybe he could look up gay porn. Fuck, I need a drink.
Mike looked at his watch and realized he had been driving around randomly for the last two hours. He gave thought to where to go for happy hour when an idea struck him. If he couldn't get online to see if he was really gay then maybe he could check out a gay bar. It was just after two in the afternoon but he was sure there had to be one open somewhere in the city.
Mike pulled out his phone and did a search. Holy Shit! The city had fifty-three gay bars. Who knew? Certainly not him. Mike scanned the list of the bars and discarded several based on their name alone. He also didn't want to go to a bar in the precinct that he usually worked. Wouldn't that just be great to get a call to a gay bar were someone might remember him or even worse, be in the bar if his coworkers were called there.
Finally, he settled for a bar about twenty minutes away from him. When Mike pulled into the lot, he was slightly surprised at the number of cars that were there for it being so early in the day. As he parked he had a moment of trepidation about going inside. He was a cop for Christ's sake and faced situations a lot more dangerous than entering a gay bar. So why did he feel like butterflies were trying to escape his stomach?
Fuck it . Mike slammed his truck door harder than he had intended and headed for the door with all the concentration of the SWAT team on a raid.
The inside of the bar was dark and Jimmy Buffett greeted him from the jukebox
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