Condom discarded, I lay beside my lover, spent. That was…beyond words. I knew in that moment that I loved Tim Hugo. But was it too soon to tell him?
* * * *
“You’re on fire, man!” My friend Jared—Joey’s husband—said as we ended our practice session at his house.
“Thanks,” I said, gathering up my belongings and stashing everything by his front door.
“New guy, huh?” Jared asked, a small smile on his face.
“Maybe.” I didn’t want to say too much about what Tim and I had going on. Maybe I felt it would be jinxed somehow, though I knew it was kind of silly to think like that.
“Well, whatever it is, this is the best you’ve ever played and sung, and that’s saying something, since you’re pretty damn good already. Keep it up.”
“Thanks, dude. Later.” I waved as I left.