Chapter 8

“Come on, Jack.” Tom tried to lighten the atmosphere. “I know you’ve got 20/20 hearing.” When that didn’t work, when Jack simply continued to look bowled over, Tom sighed. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“But…but, Tom, I’m straight.”

“You’re also my best friend, Jack.” The last thing he’d wanted to do, the one thing he’d always regarded with utter contempt when he’d heard of a gay man doing it, was to hit on a straight man. He scowled as he thought of the reactions of his so-called friend when he’d asked if Cliff would help him out.

“Yeah, but…There have to be about a million guys who’d love to do you.” Jack wasn’t laughing. In fact, Tom wondered if his expression wasn’t kind of wistful.