...“Did you dad come to Luke’s funeral?”

“No,” Nash replied shortly. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing else to say about the bastard. Nash hadn’t talked to him since he left his mom seven years ago. Hell, Dad had left more than just his mom, he’d left all of them, without once looking back. All so he could start a new life with his much younger, much prettier law firm partner.

“I can’t believe he couldn’t at least be decent enough to go to his own son’s funeral,” Tyler seethed.

“Last time I heard, he has a couple more new sons. So I guess he doesn’t think he needs us anymore.” Nash shrugged like it didn’t hurt to say that, even as he felt a stab of pain in his chest. He silently told himself to get over it. It wasn’t like he was a kid anymore who needed his daddy or something.

“He still should have been there.” Tyler shook his head.

A few more moments of silence passed as they neared the parking lot. Nash said a quiet prayer that Tyler had forgotten all about the Denise issue. Those hopes were dashed when they reached Tyler’s car.

“So, I told you about my leg. Now it’s your turn,” Tyler announced as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the side of his red sports car.

Nash suddenly became glad they were no longer under the strong lights from downtown, so the darkness hid his face. He absently kicked at a loose piece of asphalt, as he asked, “Luke didn’t tell you?”

“Like I said earlier, it’d been a while since we really spoke.”

Nash bit his bottom lip in indecision. It’s not like Tyler wasn’t going to find out the truth sooner or later, since Nash had already come out to all his family and friends. Nor was Nash ashamed of the fact that he was gay. It was just, after dealing with Denise, he’d had enough hate thrown his way for the day. But a promise was a promise.

“Denise thinks I’m a bad influence on the kids who come to the coffee shop because I’m gay,” Nash blurted.

Even in the darkness, he could see Tyler’s face grow tight with anger ,and Nash tensed, waiting for the inevitable outburst.

“What gives that bitch the right to judge you?”

Nash jerked, shocked the anger coming from Tyler was actually in his defense. “It doesn’t bother you, me being attracted to guys?”

“Hell no, actually I’m very glad.”

Shock coursed through Nash’s body as his heart pounded, almost painfully in his chest. “It does?” he asked, stupidly, his mind raced too fast to think of a more intelligent response.

Tyler pushed himself away from the car and moved forward, so he stood in front of Nash, their bodies mere inches from each other. “Yes, and you want to know why?”

“Why?” Nash croaked past a suddenly dry throat.

Tyler reached out and used both palms to cup Nash’s cheeks. “Because now I can do this.”

Before Nash had a chance to ask what this was, Tyler kissed him. At first, Nash didn’t respond, too stunned, to do anything but gasp like some teen girl. Then Tyler’s tongue darted out to trace the outline of his lips and Nash moaned in acceptance.

His mind whirled with arousal and excitement even as he couldn’t believe that Tyler was actually kissing him. Nash parted his lips, earning a growl of approval from Tyler. Need shot straight to Nash’s cock when Tyler thrust his tongue inside his mouth to lick and tease. Off in the distance, Nash could still hear the low buzz of the small crowd gathered at the show, the sounds of honking cars and rushing traffic, but somehow the moment still managed to be intimate.

Nash fisted his hands in Tyler’s shirt and brought him closer, so their bodies were flush against each other. He wanted to feel every inch of Tyler, to know every dip and ridge on him. Tyler groaned and spun them around so Nash was the one who was pressed against the car door. The handle dug into his ass, but Nash was too worked up to give a damn.