This is SIMILAR to the story of PITBABE but with my own spiciness fueled in it. This story focuses on Alan and Jeff, while the rest are like passing lanes. Please DO NOT expect the characteristics and the story to be the same.
Genres to know before...
It has been months since I last visited my bar - Taproom. I have always wanted to pour all my soul and attention here, but I just can't. Something from the past still haunts me which keeps me from doing so.
Travelling helps me the most. It is like my coping mechanism. But I think I should put a pause on it for some time so I can focus on Taproom again. This bar is like my other safe place. The people who work here are the people who were with me, guiding when I was in an orphanage.
It is a pity that I forgot about their well-being while I was with Tony. Not even a single day has passed without me feeling guilty for leaving them for Tony. I thought Tony was my new family member, but it wasn't likewise from his side. Well... I still wish I could talk to him about the things he did to me. But I am afraid that he may hurt my feelings again. Just like how he used to do before.
I am still not mad at Tony. I can't stay mad at him. I just wanted to know the reason. The actual reason for him to treat me that way.
Even though the people at the orphanage where I grew up take care of me, there is still an unexplainable empty place filling me. I spend my days here in Taproom and my workers. Of course 'workers' isn't the right term to describe them. But I can't find an apt word to call them other than that. They work for a salary, but I know they would do anything even if they aren't gonna get paid.
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I sighed.
And someone new, who isn't a regular came to the bar. ALONE. It is strange. People don't come to my bar alone, especially after knowing that it is a gay bar. I feel how lonely one can feel while at a gay bar.
He is well-groomed and charismatic. He grabbed the attention of everyone as soon as he entered the room. He walked in with confidence as if he were a mogger. He knows it. He adjusted his hair as he came towards me.
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"Hello. I am Pete." He said, extending his hands for a handshake.
I nodded and returned the same.
Me: Welcome to my bar.
Pete: So.. It is your bar?
Me: Any doubts?
Pete: Absolutely nothing. Just asked.
Me: I guess you don't know it is a gay bar as well. Right? You will feel alone if you decide to be on your own here.
I said, smiling. I wanted him to have a good impression of the bar and the environment here. After all, every review matters to me.
Pete: Oh! Is that so?
He smirked and looked around. Everyone around was dancing in their own world. Of course, they do. My bar is the only gay bar in the town and people are free to express themselves here. It is like a safe place for both. They as well as myself.
I raised my eyebrow as he looked around. Like, is it not obvious yet?
Pete: Does that mean you are into men as well?
He said it with the same look on his face. He IS definitely a mogger. No doubts. But I mean... how does it bother him if I am into guys or not?
I looked at him with no expression on my face hoping he could understand what I was thinking about.
There was silence for around 20 seconds and he was looking at me the whole time.
Pete: So... If I feel lonely, can't you, as an owner accompany me?
He said as he moved further towards me, making me move a step back. But he was still persistent and kept moving.
All of a sudden, I can feel my heart beating in a random place like my face and neck. It was hard for me to keep my eyes open. My eyelids felt heavy but I felt no emotions. It was pure confusion that my body was doing to me. I have never felt betrayed by my own body but I wanted to see what this new guy is gonna do to me.
As he leaned towards me, his hands wavered around my body, slowly moving towards my hips. I had no idea what I was doing, but I couldn't take my eyes off his lips. I know he was staring into my eyes, so it would be obvious for him to know that I was looking at him there. He smirked knowing that I knew it too. I gulped as his hands gripped me, pulling me even more closer to him.
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Pete: Can't you?
Me: C-can't you...what?
I was stammering and it wasn't unnoticeable.
Pete simply smiled and leaned even more further. I could feel my intestines jumping as he did that. I haven't felt like that in my 26 years of existence.
