The Professor At The Bar [bxb]

Chapter 9

Miguel

The brothers were all seated around the living room. It was one of those movie nights that start with a few guys and then end up being with half of the house sitting around with popcorn. All I knew about the movie was that there were a lot of explosions, because of the blasting sound I kept hearing. But otherwise my mind was occupied with being frustrated. What the hell was wrong with me? Why had I asked him not to sleep with Cameron!? Like some sort of possessive stalker of an ex-boyfriend. Worse, if you count the fact that I was not even an ex-boyfriend.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I hadn't even noticed the movie finishing. Mathias was the one who had nudged me to snap me out of my thoughts. We had gone upstairs to my room, he immediately sat on my bed and narrowed his eyes at me. "Okay, what the fuck is up with you!?"

He was on to me. And there was never a point in lying to Mathias. "I don't know. I am stuck up over something, and it's in my head. Before you ask, no, I can't tell you."

Mathias regarded me for a second. Then he laid back on my mattress. "If you are stuck on something, then get it over with."

"That's the problem. I can't."

"Since when has that ever stopped you before? We thought we'd never end up playing football when we were ten, but we made it, didn't we?"

"That's different." I said as I laid down beside him.

"Maybe, but stuff like that are usually about risking it. And well... I say, risk it."

"I can't believe I'm taking advice from you," I said. "The last time that happened, we ended up sleeping at a park."

"I am not advising, I am telling you to get your shit together. You suck when you mope around."

"Fuck off."

Mathias got up, then gave me a two finger salute as he went out of my room. I stood up and picked up my jacket from the chair. I put it on as I made my way out of the frat house. The guys didn't bother asking me where I was going, just gave a few whistles as I did. I rolled my eyes at them. I asked Alfred if I could lend his car for the night, and he handed me his keys without another thought.

I drove myself to the same gay club that I had met Harvey at. Everything was the same -bodies grinding together, men on men, musky alcohol scent, a place just for fun. I went over to the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender was a guy with dark hair and dark eyes. Way shorter and leaner than me, but still very much good-looking.

He gave me a flirty smile that I returned. The man bought me my beer. "Hey"

"Hey."

"What's your name? This is the first time I am seeing you here."

"Miguel, that's my name. I've only been here once before."

"Well Miguel... it's definitely nice to see you here. I'm Patrick."

I engaged in a flirty conversation with Patrick for a few minutes before he got down to business and asked me if I wanted to leave with him. His place was only five minutes away from here. Figuring, I really needed to get laid since it's been more than a month because of my pining over Harvey when he obviously was over us, I agreed.

Hypocritical as I was acting now, after asking Harvey not to sleep with Cameron, I needed to get over the whole being attracted to my professor thing. Patrick seemed to be a nice guy, and interested.

Patrick finished his shift in fifteen minutes and came out while I waited for him at the back. I drove us to his place, and just as we reached his apartment, he kissed me at the front door. He fumbled with his keys while opening the door. We got in, and I noticed that the place was messy and even though it was empty, other people lived here.