Page 61 of Jace
“Honey, you don't understand how gay I am exactly,” he deadpans, ushering me back up to my room. “We're going clubbing, not binging beer at one of my uncle West's tailgaters out in the fields.”
“You have a hillbilly family?” I grin wickedly.
“Don't make me explain him; it would take all night,” Tuck huffs and pushes me again. “Just go.”
When I get back down again, he tuts as he proceeds to unbutton the top buttons and to roll up my sleeves. “Much better. But lose the hat; your normal Chucks would work, though.”
“So happy that I finally have your approval. But I ain’t losing the hat, It’s my nicest one.”
“Fine, but at least put it backwards.” He does it himself while he says it. “Okay, we can work with that. Much better.”
“I’m just glad that you don’t make me wearthat.” I point in Lamar's direction where he's currently busy doing push-ups in some very tight, stupidly bright neon-green mesh shirt. Obviously, he's already changed and beaten me to it.
“Where the hell did you find that monstrosity?” I ask him.
“It’s mine, thank you.” Tuck punches me in the shoulder. “You do know we’re going to a gay club, right?”
I balk at that, heart beating overtime. How the heck do they know that I–
“Don't be acting all homophobic on me now. Encore is playing there, and we promised them we would cheer them on.”
I shake my head, reprimanding myself for instantly thinking it had anything to do with me. They don't know I kissed Jace, or that I really kind of liked it, they just want to support their friends.
And they don't know that my heart beats overtime at the mention of him. And that we're going to see him.
“No, that's cool. Just caught me off guard. When was this decided?”
“Uhm, just an hour ago? Lamar was calling Missy,” he responds, dusting off some imaginary lint from my arm. “I know it's hard for you to find a rebound there with all the queer people, but it's still a nice club,” he says while giving me a lookthat clearly states that he knows better, making heat creep up my neck. I hate how he just seems toknow. Must be that gaydar thing.
Which I'm still not entirely sure of. If I'm gay, that is. And Iwantto figure it out, but to do so, it would be handy if the object I'm lusting after actually picked up his damn phone.
I wasn't planning on stalking Jace any more than I have to, but this actually works out good. This way, I know for sure where he is, I know that Kaylee won't be there, and there's enough liquor available to give me some much-needed bravado.
Because I'm doing this thing. I'm not having this. I'm tired of waiting for him to come to his senses because I'm pretty sure that I wasn't the only one who was feeling something. And I'm not losing his friendship because of this nonsense; he made me promise that. So it's time to remind him of that.
And to tell him that I'm pretty sure that I want him again. Gay or not.
He can be a scaredy ass chicken shit for all I care; I'm not built that way, and he knows it. So for his sake, I do hope that he's there and that he's going to face me because if not? He's going to have a very angry QB on his hands.
It takes Lamar approximately two minutes before he's covered in glitter and shaking his ass off in front of the podium, twerking against a couple of dudes and going haywire. We leave him to it, finding a spot at the bar and ordering a couple of drinks, watching the show.
Because I definitely do need drinks to get through this one.
It's very, very crowded, and Encore is already playing, doing some sort of pop-icon mashup I haven't heard before. Probably something they put together for this occasion. I recognize some 4A classics with a pop twist on it.
It's kind of great actually, but everything is when Jace is performing. He's just a natural entertainer. Strutting and prancing over the stage, moving his hips to the rhythm and making a damn good show out of it, urging the crowd on. Which they seem to love, if the responses are any indication anyway.
And they are not the only ones loving this; I'm way more focused on him than I used to be when watching them perform. But fuck me, it's the first time I'm seeing him–in person, that is, online stalking doesn't count–since that night. If I had any questions about my attraction to him, they are definitely answered.
Because, damn, every thrust and sway of his hips just shoots sparks right into my balls. I'm half-hard from watching him perform alone, and I'm so damn sure that my glitch wasn't any freaking glitch at all, but just my new state of mind. My dick surely loves the sight of him. Now I just need to convince Jace that a repeat of that night would be a great idea, minus Kaylee, that is.
I'm so entranced by everything Jace that I barely notice a guy approaching me until he starts talking. “Hey, you're Tyler King, right?” I'm leaning backward against the bar, and his fingers trail over my upper arm.
I snap my gaze his way, totally having forgotten the fact that, duh, I'm actually sort of maybe famous around these parts. At least for the folks who watch football, which this dude sure does.
I swallow and hold my breath. Shit. I'm for sure okay with finding out about myself what andwhoexactly I do and don't like. I'm easy like that, I’m not one to worry too much. But I'mnot okay if that information is online somewhere in a couple of hours, making it a thing.
Because gay players–or players who are still figuring stuff out and might be gay, thank you–are still a thing in football. Yeah, there are a few of them, Tuck included, and my team is cool with that, the current location being proof of that. But I know the rest of the world isn't that open-minded yet.
