Free The Trainer by Jamie Lake

goodbye, Victoria stepped in his path.
    “What is wrong with you?” she asked Mason, “Don’t you know how to use no dish soap? How could you even serve me something like that. I bet you did that on purpose.  Nasty motherfucker .” she screamed.
    Chris couldn’t wait to get out the door.
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    CHAPTER 12
     
    C hris had a lot to process that night. The hand massage that almost lead to something more, but what exactly? He’d never know. Damn the luck that Victoria showed up and ruined everything. She was so nasty that Chris actually considered the idea that she was worse than Tim. More unfortunate for Mason, their daughter meant that there was no way he could simply avoid her.
    Something had almost happened.  T here was that pregnant pause when he was certain they were about to kiss, or at least Chris thought so, but now as the night ticked on and he found himself obsessing instead of writing, he was starting to doubt himself. Maybe he was imagining things. Maybe Mason was just really, really sweet. He was straight after all, obviously. How could Chris have become so convinced that he was about to kiss him??
    Maybe because he wanted it to happen so badly. He would delude himself about that hot body until the cows came home. He could ima gine countless women wanted him: he was smart, he was charming, he was funny, and he was sensual, and from what he could see, he was a great father. What was there not to like?
    Chris could still smell the scented lube on his hands. He raised it to his face: it was more than that: it smelled like Mason too, and the memories of what had almost happened flooded back to him.
    What was he getting so worked up for?  Even if Mason was curious, where could it lead? Maybe he’d just use Chris like Tim did: chew the gum and spit it out when the flavor was gone. Besides, even if he really liked Chris, Mason was unlikely to drop his whole straight identity for a brief fling or even a long-term relationship.
    It just wasn’t a good id ea to lust after a straight man: it could only lead to a broken heart and confusion, and quite frankly, he just couldn’t handle any more of that. Truth be told, however, Chris had little choice in the matter. If Mason wanted him, really wanted him, he would be malleable putty in those strong, sensitive hands.
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    CHAPTER 1 3
     
    “ S ettle down, honey,” Mason told his daughter Lili, as she jumped up and down on his bed. “It’s almost time for bed.”
    “Aw, but I don’t wanna .”  she whined, landing on her butt with a thud and flinging herself onto her back with her arms spread-eagle.
    “I’ll read you a bedtime story, but you have ten minutes to get ready. That’s it.”
    She gasped with pleasure, “Can I get some cookies and hot cocoa?”
    He smiled and shook his head; she was getting as bad as her mother. “One cookie , and you’ll go to bed in ten minutes.”
    “If you give me two cookies or three cookies , I promise I’ll go to bed in ten minutes. Promise.”
    “I don’t negotiate with terrorists,” he said, chuckling to himself.  She was such a sweet girl. She had all her mother’s best qualities and his, he liked to think.  She had light curly hair like a half-Latina Shirley Temple.
    “Aww,” she groaned, bouncing up and down, “you’re way tougher than mommy.”
    “That’s not gonna change, either. Now , you can brush your teeth after the snack, but you should be totally ready when I come to tuck you in, okay?”
    “Okay .” she said.
    He began to prepare the hot cocoa as his mind drifted to what had just happened between him Chris . He was confused, to be honest.  He knew what he wanted to happen: something he’d never really done with a guy before. He didn’t know how far he’d go, but his imagination was spinning with the possibilities.
    What did that mean? Was he gay now or bi?