Reaching the front door, Tad turned to Scott. He smiled at Tad, but didn't say a thing. Tad stared at him, then bit the "elephant in the room" bullet. About something that was bugging him, that he really wanted to know. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Just did."
A smile tugged at Tad's lips. "Well, can I ask you another question?"
Scott chuckled. "Sure. Though, technically … " His tongue lingered teasingly on the last word.
Tad smirked, giving the smart-ass a shove. "Yeah, I know. I just did."
"Mmm," Scott purred, as if liking the rough contact.
Tad glanced away, inhaled deep, then looked back at Scott. "The way you acted … down in that room … when you and me were … ." He cleared his throat. "You just really seemed to enjoy our exchange..." Heat climbed up his neck. "As well as some of my … attributes."
Scott's dark eyes glittered. "Yeah?"
"Are you … always like that? With everyone?"
Scott answered without hesitation. "No."
Tad fidgeted. "Then why … ." He didn't quite know how to finish the question. Hell, he wasn't exactly sure what he was trying to ask.
Scott watched him for a minute, then smiled and crossed his arms, seeming to know where Tad was going. "I dunno." He shrugged. "I mean, I love sex as much as the next guy." He paused to make things clear. "Sex with guys … because I'm gay."
Tad gave no reaction-he'd figured as much over the span of the last hour.
Scott continued. "But I don't get out much 'cause I work a lot of hours. And it's not like I typically fuck my clients." His eyes held Tad's with an unidentifiable energy. "But with you … " He scratched his stubbly cheek and chuckled. "Let's just say that the list of things I like about you is surprisingly pretty long. You're different. In a good way."
Oh.
Tad shoved his hands in his pockets. "Ah." He nodded. "Gotcha." His stomach flipped in circles and his cheeks grew hotter. Awkwardly, he shifted his weight. "But um … just so we're clear … I'm not gay. I'm straight."
Scott's dark brows rose ever so slightly. "Right," he murmured. "Of course you are."
Tad scowled. Scott didn't believe him Which, to be fair, was understandable. Tad had just been writhing atop his cock, shouting the guy's name as he came. Tad's face flushed hotter. It wasn't like he could deny he'd enjoyed it. Good God, it'd been incredible. But what? Did Scott think a straight guy couldn't enjoy sex with a man? Tad's frown deepened. Could a straight guy enjoy sex with a man?
Tad cursed and closed his eyes. "Look, tonight was just some crazy-nuts encounter and I haven't had sex in a while and that fucking flogging got me horny and the things you were doing to me were just so … " He groaned and scrubbed his face. "I'm rambling."
Scott chuckled. "Yup. But listen, don't sweat it. You don't have to explain anything to me. You are what you are, and whatever that is, I'm cool with it." His eyes flashed with mirth. "Besides, it's not like I was asking you out."
Tad barked out a laugh. "Right. Yeah. I know."
Scott cocked his head and studied him. "But that being said, you're welcome to stop by anytime you want." He gave a flirty smile. "Or call and I'll pencil you in."
Tad forced a gracious smile. "Uh … I don't know."
"For a workout session," Scott chuckled, clearly amused. "Maybe help me with a weight-training video. I wasn't lying when I said I needed models." His eyes roamed down Tad's body. "And you do have the whole, perfect package."
Tad smirked, not missing the double meaning. "Uh huh."
A part of him wanted to just say no, turn down Scott's invitations and not look back. But another part really wanted to accept. He liked Scott. His personality. His ambition. His magnetic presence. Tad cleared his throat and gave a nod. "Yeah, okay. Maybe we can work something out."
Scott's killer smile was back in a flash. "Awesome."
He reached past Tad to open the door, inadvertently brushing his chest against Tad's shoulder. So close, a whiff of his scent hit Tad's nose. He still smelled like their sex. And it still smelled amazing. Just like it had before. Tad drew it in deep and walked out the door.
Maybe he'd be back. Maybe he wouldn't. Or who knew, maybe he'd wake up in the morning seeing this in a whole new light. With some sleep, things might very well make a lot more sense. Like the way he felt about what happened tonight … and the guy who led him through it.
Only time would tell. And it wasn't like he'd signed some dotted line.