Just Sex Mates (boyxboy)

Chapter 7: Arrangement.

Boy! Did we talk in the car the following day or what? Saxon had offered to drive me home. Naturally I had accepted. Who wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth? Certainly not me.

No sooner had we finished waving to our parents I began my interrogation. Saxon made it easier by handing me his black box so I could speak directly into it, negating the traffic noise and his need to look at me. "Your fiancé....? Does she know you're gay?"

"I'm not gay."

"Hello? Your dick's been in my mouth and up my arse. What part of doing that makes you not gay?"

"I'm not into guys. I saw you dancing. I was horny and your ass looked fuckable. You offered it and I accepted. Simple as that."

"But you're engaged to be married. You left your fiancé in the bar and cheated on her by fucking me..... And you say you're not gay?"

He looked at me and gave a weak smile. I sensed a nervousness about him, an awkwardness that he was having trouble dealing with my question. "The thing is Freddie..., I don't see myself as straight or gay. I don't even see myself as bisexual. I don't know what name you would call it, and to be honest, I don't really care. All I know is that if someone interests me sexually I act on it.... Okay?"

I felt for him. He seemed vulnerable so I tempered my questions. He answered everyone without hesitation. I took it that he was being pretty honest, but some answers raised more questions that I wouldn't ask. I doubted whether he would answer them honestly as we had only just met. They could wait.

After an hour I had run out of questions and needed time to digest the information.

His fiancé's name was Jennifer. She was 23 and they were due to marry very soon. He had said it was an arranged marriage. Yes, you heard me. Arranged. Who the fuck arranges marriages between people these days?

Rich people. That's who. People with money and power who want to keep control of both. Rich people who have enough money and power to decide what their grandchildren would look like. The colour of their hair, eyes, and skin. What their dominant characters should be like. How intelligent they were likely to be. Everything was preplanned. Nothing would be left to chance.

"You can drop me at the next train station." I said as we pulled off the motorway.

"Why? It's no bother to take you all the way home," he queried.

"No, the next station is fine. Dropping me at home will be taking you miles out of your way. I can catch a train easily enough."

Saxon suddenly braked and stopped in a lay-by. He turned off the ignition and lights, plunging us into semi-darkness.

"Why the fuck did you brake like that for?" I asked. "You can't be kicking me out here, surely?"

Saxon unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face me. He had a serious look about him. "No! I was being a good stepbrother in taking you home and now you suddenly don't want me to. Is it because I'm marrying Jennifer and you're jealous?"

Jealous? I can't believe this guy. No I'm not. I just didn't want him knowing where I lived. Self preservation had kicked in. I didn't need my life any more complicated than it was.

He was getting married.

I didn't do married guys, knowingly at least.

I just needed to be sexually satisfied.

I did casual.

I did one off's.

Fuck and goes.

Nothing regular.