Lover At Last(226)

But not like this…

The devastation that was written in every line of Qhuinn’s body, in the hoarseness of his voice, in the barely restrained scream that seemed to be just under the surface, was terrifying.

“I never knew how much they got to me, especially my father. That male…he contaminated everything about me, and I didn’t even know it was happening. And it ruined…everything.”

Blay frowned, not following that part. But what he was clear on was the juxtaposition between his parents and Qhuinn’s—not that he needed yet another reminder: All he could think of was that hug in front of the stove, his mom and dad wrapping their arms around him, their acceptance openhanded, honest, and without reservation.

And here Qhuinn was going through this alone. In a club. With no one there to support him as he struggled with the legacy of discrimination he had been condemned to…and the identity he couldn’t change, and could no longer, seemingly, ignore.

“It ruined everything.”

Blay put his hand on that bunched-up biceps. “No, nothing’s ruined. Don’t say that. You are where you are, and it’s okay—”

Qhuinn’s head cranked around, leaving its cage of the hand that had remained, his blue and green eyes red rimmed and watery. “I have loved you for years. I have been in love with you for years and years and years…throughout school and training…before transitions and afterward…when you approached me and yes, even now that you’re with Saxton and you hate me. And that…shit…in my fucking head locked me down, locked everything down…and it cost me you.”

As the sound of screeching tires roared between Blay’s ears, and the world started to spin, Qhuinn just kept going. “So you’ll excuse me if I have to disagree with you. It is not okay—it will not ever be okay—and whereas I’m more than willing to live with the fact that I was a walking, talking lie for decades, the idea that it sacrificed what could have been between us…is absolutely, positively not okay to me.”

Blay swallowed hard as Qhuinn went back to staring at the wall of liquor bottles behind the bar.

Opening his mouth, Blay intended to say something, but instead he just ran that monologue through again from start to finish. Jesus Christ…

And then something dawned on him.

If I’m gay, why are you the only male I’ve ever been with.

Suddenly, all of the blood drained out of Blay’s head as he deciphered the truth in the words he’d so grossly misconstrued. That meant…that that night when he’d…

“Oh, God,” he said in a low voice.

“So that’s where I am,” the fighter said gruffly. “You want a drink—”

The words jumped out of his mouth: “I’m not with Saxton anymore.”





EIGHTY-TWO


Qhuinn wrenched his head around a second time. Surely he couldn’t have heard that…. “What…?”

“I broke up with him, like, two weeks ago.”

Qhuinn felt his lids blink a number of times. “Why…wait, I don’t understand.”

“It wasn’t working. It hadn’t been working for a long time. When he came back that night after having been with someone else? We weren’t together, so he didn’t cheat on me.”

For some insane reason, all Qhuinn could think of was Mike Myers saying, Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder?

“But I thought…wait, you two looked really happy. It used to kill me every night to…yeah.”

Blay winced. “I’m sorry I lied.”

“Shiiiiiiit. I nearly killed him.”

“Well, arguably you were being gallant. He knew that.”

Qhuinn frowned and shook his head. “I had no idea you two weren’t…well, I already said that.”

“Qhuinn, I have to ask you something.”

“G’head.” Assuming he could focus at all.

“When you and I were together…that night…and then you said you had never…you know…”

Qhuinn waited for the guy to continue. When he didn’t, he had no idea what Blay was alluding—

Oh, that.

Qhuinn couldn’t believe it, but he felt his cheeks redden and warm. “Yeah, that night.”

“Well, had you never…”

Considering everything he’d just thrown out there, that little ditty seemed like a minor detail. Besides, the truth was the truth. “You are the first and only male I’ve ever been with like that.”

Silence from the other guy. And then, “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry I—”

Qhuinn jumped in, cutting off the unnecessary apology. “I’m not sorry. There is no one I’d rather have had taking my virginity. The first one you always remember.”