✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

30. How the Story Went

As usual, Vance couldn't tell what he wanted.

He wanted to see Blake all the time, but he felt so goddamn nervous around him, never knowing what to say other than something stupid like the truth.

He didn't want to have sex with Blake, but he also didn't want Blake to lose interest and stop asking him.

He wanted Blake to feel the same about him, but that just wouldn't be a good idea. Vance was already treading dangerous territory by letting this go on long enough that he'd fallen in love, but he didn't want to end things. That was the last thing he wanted to do. It was special, what Blake made him feel, and Vance had never ever been able to experience anything like it.

He and Blake were up on Makeout Point again watching Rita and Rocky duke it out on the track. Vance was here for a job, but that would wait until after the drag race.

Blake had Vance's hand in his lap and idly stroked the back of it with his thumb. He even pulled Vance's mitten off so he could warm him up. Blake was always wanting to hold his hand lately since Vance kept shutting down all their kisses before they got too steamy. It had been weeks since the last time Blake so much as gotten his shirt off. Vance felt guilty, but it was just too scary to think about what might happen if they were too careless one day like with Danny. Scarier to think about what could happen if Vance blurted out the truth.

He was scared that Blake might not be interested in hanging around Vance anymore if he wouldn't have sex, but if anything, he only stuck closer like he wanted every minute. It was like they could both feel the clock. Hear the bomb ticking. 

It was louder than ever when it was quiet, and Blake would make a great mind reader because he guessed, "Hey, got something on your mind?"

It wasn't exactly what he was thinking about, but it was still something he worried about. "Bianca. She's barely ever spending time at home, and all of us are worried."

"She's probably just shooting the bull with Jenny. Like you and me."

Vance frowned. How much time she spent with them didn't matter so much as how absent she would be when she was around. Even with Vance, she hadn't opened up as much after she learned Vance didn't feel the same that she did about being a Romano. Or rather, not being a Romano. "It's just that she's distant."

"Have you asked her about it?"

Just about everyone in the family had been talking to her about it, including Vance, but it felt like every attempt was just pushing her further away. "Yes, but she won't talk. Maybe she'll say something to me someday."

"You could always ask Jenny about her, too." He looked at Vance and chuckled. "But it's been, uh, hard to reach her, too. She's fighting with her dad about moving to NYC with him and her stepmom."

Vance didn't say anything because he'd tried Jenny, too, but she'd given him limited information and just said that Bianca will talk when she's ready. They lapsed into another silence at that point, and Vance couldn't help feeling anxious even though Blake looked nothing but content to be with him. He had no idea why Blake was fine with sitting on Makeout Point with him not making out. He'd never even asked Vance why they stopped having sex. Vance had no idea why Blake was accepting all of it.

They were close enough that Blake kissed his cheek without having to lean in all that much. The tip of his nose was cold.

His heart squeezed, and he wanted to turn and kiss him. Vance wanted to just stop thinking about things and let Blake sweep him along. Instead, Vance just squeezed his hand and looked back at the race. It was over. It was time for them to go.