Walking Sins (BoyxBoy)

Sam's

Sam ^^

Sam's was just as I remembered it being: small, comfortable, friendly. Sam himself was an older man with silver hair and a face that was beginning to sag. He stood at the counter, taking orders from his customers.

I hadn't been to Sam's in years, but the man still remembered me, even grinned a little wider. Sam was one of the only people in our town who was an atheist. He wasn't disrespectful to religious folk, though, he just didn't share their beliefs.

He stood out like a sore thumb and I envied him for it, because everyone loved Sam. You just couldn't help it.

Sam ordered for me, recalling my favourite meal from the menu and taking Allison's. Allison went to fetch a table, after a lengthy discussion that ended with us agreeing that I pay.

Sam gave me a look that bordered on 'Are you serious' and 'Explain'. "Girlfriend?"

I looked over my shoulder at Allison, she was reading a desert menu. "Honestly? I dont know... I - Maybe."

Sam nodded at me and gave me a look that I had always craved from my father. "When you find him, bring him in here and I'll cook up a storm."

I frowned at him and then something in my head clicked. Him. Sam said him. Sam knew. Sam knows. My eyes widened and I felt heat creep up my neck and settle on my cheeks. Sam grinned and winked and I had to walk away with the knowledge that Sam fucking knew.

How the he'll he managed that I wasn't sure. But Sam knew. Fuck. Deep down I knew that Sam wouldn't tell anyone, especially no one in this town, but the paranoia sent me over the edge. By the time I was sitting with Allison and she was chatting away, my knee was shaking sporadically under the table while I tapped my fingers nervously.

Allison was either playing dumb or was really oblivious. If an old man with bad eyes can see it, what's stopping everyone else? I looked at Allison, really looked. I took in her hair, the deep thick ringlet curls, the soulful hazel eyes she had. I even looked at her breasts briefly.

I could grow to love her. We could be great together. Maybe if I had Allison I would learn to be straight. Surely, you're not born this way. If I just ignore it I can be with Allison. Happily. It would go away.

Allison was looking at me as if she was expecting an answer. "Pardon?"

"I said, you and Sam, you seem close."

I nodded taking a sip of my drink, "Yeah, he's pretty much a father to me."

Allison nodded, smiling, "He seems like a nice man."

I agreed, smiling, "He's certainly something, that's for sure."

I didn't jump into conversation very often, I was too busy simply staring at her. In an admirable sort of way. A way that had me knowing that I felt some affection for her. It was mostly platonic, but if I willed it to, that could change. I didn't have to worry about people finding out if there was nothing to find out.

I would fall for Allison. I would make myself. It wasn't a case wanting to, I had to. There wasn't another choice.

The food helped. Calmed me down enough that I was able to enjoy myself. Allison was a fan of the food too, which made things easier, and by the time we were leaving I had promised Allison a third date and another trip to Sam's.

I walked Allison to her door, since it was late, and when the door opened her brother greeted us, looking a little more sternly at me. I smiled at him, reaching out and shaking his hand in greeting.