Forsaking Truth by Lydia Michaels Read Free Book Online

nothing like he’d ever done before.
    “I’ll go,” Tristan

said, grabbing his soiled shirt.
    Luke caught his arm.

“Wait.”
    “For what, Luke? I

clearly misread the situation.”
    “Did you think I was

gay?”
    “No, but then…I don’t

know. I thought ma ybe you were bi. You hear things

about football players playing grab ass in the locker rooms and shit. I don’t

know what the fuck I thought. Then you touched me and I just…stopped thinking.”
    “You like being with

men?” Well, no shit. That’s pretty much what it was

to be gay. He couldn’t fathom it. Did Tristan take the top or bottom? He didn’t

look gay, whatever that looked like.
    “Well…yeah.”
    “What do you do with

them?”
    “Jesus, Luke,

everything. What do you want to know?”
    “Does it hurt?”
    “Fuck no. It feels fa ntastic.”
    He stepped back,

needing to do something, but not the type to fidget. “Have you ever been with a

woman?”
    Tristan’s expression

became serious. “No. It’s always been guys.”
    “This is crazy. I need

a beer.” He turned and pulled out a new bottle. He’s fucking gay.
    Luke never met a gay

person that he knew of. He lived in Center County, not the most liberal place.

“Man, you picked the wrong town to move to.”
    “Tell me where the

right town is.” Tristan stepped into the den. “I’m just another guy, Luke. I j ust wanna work and live and have the right to the same

happiness everyone else is looking for in this fucked up world.”
    Luke’s gaze moved over

his chest. There were over a dozen scars. “That’s why your dad beat you, for

being gay?”
    “Yeah.” There was so

muc h gravity in that one little word something in

Luke broke.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “I’m not. Taught me a

lesson I’ll never forget. No matter how hard someone hits me, or shuns me, or

calls me ugly names, I’m still me. They don’t have to like it. They don’t have

to li ve with it, but I do. And I refuse to be

something I’m not.”
    Luke dropped into the

chair. “How old were you?”
    “When I realized I was

gay? Probably four.”
    “No, when your dad did

that to you.”
    “Eighteen. Five days

later my lover tried to kick the shit out of me in

front of the whole school and called me everything he was afraid to call

himself. Three months later I left for college and never looked back.”
    Holy shit . “Did you ever think it would be easier

to be straight?”
    “I’ve thought lots of

things. Sometime s I think it would be fun to fly, but

that doesn’t make it possible.”
    “No women?”
    “No. Only men.”
    “I’m not gay.” Luke

stated, needing to hear the affirmation.
    Tristan nodded. “And

that’s cool. I didn’t mean to…”
    “Right.”
    The silence stretched

between them . Finally, Tristan said, “I’m gonna take

off.”
    “Okay.” He was in a

daze. This was some heavy shit.
    “Thanks for…”
    “Thanks for your

help.”
    They nodded at one

another and Tristan slipped on his wet shirt. A moment later the door closed.
    Luke sat there for pro bably five minutes just digesting everything. He liked

Tristan. A lot. Just not in any sort of romantic way. He didn’t swing that way.

He liked pussy. He was a boob man or maybe a leg man. Definitely wasn’t a gay

man.
    He stood and went to

hit the lights. H e was way past the legal limit and

needed to sleep. Maybe things would be clearer in the morning.
    He dropped the empties

in the bin and went to lock up. As he approached the door it suddenly opened.

He stilled and Tristan stepped back in. Why was he back? His return sent a rush of blood pumping through Luke’s

veins and his breathing picked up.
    “I don’t have a car

here.”
    Right. He’d picked him

up. “I’ve been drinking.”
    “I could call a cab.”
    “Or you could crash

here.” He hadn’t thought about his offer, it just

slipped out.
    “Or I could crash

here.”
    Luke stared at him and

waited. Sure, Tristan