Hard Tail(48)

 

 

Possibly.

I realised Adam was loping along beside me. "What?" I snapped.

"Wanna lift?"

"No." I strode to the front of the pub, where a few drinkers had milled out around the door, smoking and laughing. Scrabbling for my phone, I desperately tried to remember the cab firm's number or how to find an alternative. There was a number, wasn't there? Or an app or something, and why the bloody hell hadn't I got it sorted before I'd come out?

A hand gripped my arm. "C'mon. 'S just over there."

I gave up and let him steer me toward a shiny red Ford Mondeo parked down a side street. My sense of unreality deepened-this was what Adam drove? "'S my mum's," he explained helpfully.

I sat in silence as he drove me home. Adam turned on the CD player, and we listened to Jessie J exhorting her sisters to "Do it like a Dude." I could have told her that based on my experience, it'd be unlikely to end well. Adam didn't seem to need directions, and a horrible suspicion planted itself in my mind. "Have you and Jay ever … ?" I asked, beyond embarrassment by now.

Adam almost doubled up with laughter, which didn't make me feel any safer since he was still driving. "Jay? Jay?" He sobered up eventually in the face of my continued refusal to see the funny side. "Nah. 'S straight." He was still chuckling silently as we pulled up outside Jay's house.

I hoped he wouldn't expect an invitation in for coffee, either euphemistically or otherwise. "Thanks for the lift," I said politely, like he hadn't just sucked me off in a pub garden.

"'S all right. See y'round."

Never had the clichéd response, "Not if I see you first!" seemed more appropriate. Not trusting myself to speak, I just nodded, got out of the car and scurried down the path to let myself in the house.

Wolverine was waiting for me. "It's all right for you," I muttered, heading on autopilot for the can opener. "You probably had the snip before you'd even worked out what your willy was for. Take it from me, you're not missing much." As my mind flashed back to Adam's blowjob, my dick jumped up to call me a liar.

"And don't think you're getting anything from me after the way you behaved tonight," I told it sternly.

Wolverine miaowed indignantly.

I sighed and forked the tuna into his bowl. I should probably have explained I wasn't talking to him, but somehow, I just couldn't find the strength.





Chapter Thirteen




I spent a restless night plagued with excruciating dreams of Adam sucking me off in front of Matt, Jay and my mother. Matt and Jay weren't paying much attention, being too busy excavating each other's tonsils with their tongues, but Mum was staring with folded arms and narrowed eyes, occasionally muttering, "Oh, for heaven's sake, Timothy-show a little enthusiasm!" 

Not surprisingly, I woke up headachey, exhausted, and limper than a piece of spaghetti that'd been boiled for a week. Wolverine wasn't on the bed-I supposed all the tossing and turning had been too much for him. I briefly considered taking the day off sick-but I couldn't do that to Jay. Or the customers, come to that-there were at least three people booked to come in and collect repaired bikes today.

It made me realise how cocooned from reality I'd been, in some ways, working for a large firm. Able to take a sickie any time I wanted to, confident there would be other people there able to take up the slack. If Jay-or I, as his stand-in-took a day off, that was a day's sales gone and a dent in the customer goodwill. I was doubly impressed with the way he'd managed to stick it out, with only a day and a half off a week.

I dragged myself in to the shop and spent the morning practising fake smiles for the benefit of the endless stream of customers. Just after lunchtime, the door jangled-and admitted a welcome sight. "Matt!" I could feel my smile splitting my face. "Thought you were taking the day off-shouldn't you be down in Brighton?"

Matt shrugged, grinning back at me. "Nah, we came back last night-well, you know, once the clubs shut. Steve's gone to test drive a new car, so I thought I might as well come in and see how you were getting on."

"Fine, really-but it's great to see you." I realised I was being a bit over-the-top, and tried to tone it down. Thankfully, Matt didn't seem to have noticed.

"Had many new repairs in?"

"Four or five. I tried to be conservative on timescale, seeing as I couldn't really tell what needed fixing." I passed Matt the repairs book, and he gave it a quick scan.

"Looks all right to me-long as the ones in for a service don't need anything major doing, we'll be fine." He smiled as he passed it back, and my heart felt a little lift.

"Are you staying?" I asked.