7 (2)-Not my guy

Brandon's pov

Gosh, last night was magical...All my pant-up sexual frustration was relieved yesterday. It felt good for it to be taken care of by the person that haunts my thoughts.

He left this morning before I went to work. He didn't utter a word like he usually does. Perfect, everything is perfect.

Through, I just finished work and as always I head to the bar as I usually do, even if I don't really want to.

I get inside the bar and notice Brent instantly. I sit on a bar stool.

"Hey, hey guess who's back!?" He smiles.

"Yeah me." I smile too.

"Where were you yesterday? It's very rare for you to not show up at the bar, especially on a Friday night. I think it never happened before." He asks curious.

"Eh, I didn't feel like showing up," I say nonchalantly.

"Liar" He grins.

"What do you mean liar?"

"You're basically glowing. Finally found a permanent hook-up guy?" He smirks.

"What? Why would you think that?" I say slightly taken aback.

"What else goes inside that head of yours other than sex?" I actually look away slightly embarrassed because it is kinda true.

"I guess I'm right then?"

"No, I didn't find a permanent fuck buddy. The proof that I didn't. I'm here tonight."

"You're sure you're not just here for me?" He winks smirking.

"Oh, come on, quit it. I'm not here for you." I say smiling but enough to let him know I'm not kidding.

"How unfortunate." He smiles regardless.

"You always ask me about my sex life what about you?"

"What about me?" He asks confused.

"Got a new hook-up buddy?" I ask teasingly.

"Dude, I'm literally working!" He laughs.

"You don't work all the time do you?"

"No"

"Then, you sure have time to find one."

"Don't rush me. Besides your sex life is way more entertaining." He smirks playfully.

"Then, get a better sex life." He looks a bit down for a second there but his usual smile comes back in an instant. Hmm, must have imagined it.

"I'm not a sex addict like you Bran."

"Sure, sure say that all you want. I'm telling you next time I'm finding you someone." I smirk.

"Oh really?" He smiles curious.

"Oh, yes, really," I say half serious, half not.

"Wow...I never thought the mighty Brandon would ever give me the grace of trying to find me a sex partner."

"Well, that's gonna happen now," I smirk.

"Nah, let's do it another time. The bar is busy and besides it is pretty crowded. It is Saturday after all." He shrugs. Ah, ah seems like he's running away.

"Yeah.."

"Anyways enough me, here is your usual martini."

"Thanks." I smile at him. I take my martini and drink a bit of it.

I look around and notice multiple men of different ages. Some are younger and some are older. I think there are some underage guys in there.

I notice those older men who are definitely married for sure. I mean why wouldn't they be? They have no reason to be here at their age. They are here to hide a life or they have a boring life and are here to bring spiciness to their lives.

If I were in my advanced forties or my fifties I wouldn't try to find a guy or love that is in such a bar.

For the first time since I started liking guys, no guys interest me but I go around the dance floor either way.

Immediately, I get approached by those old men. One of them grooms me. Damn, it's been a while since I last got groomed by an old man.

I get away from that man's hold.

"Dude, go grab someone of your age."

"Ah, but you're way more attractive than guys my age. Especially that ass." My ass? Since when has my ass been interesting?

"Nah, I won't do you tonight," I say bluntly but keep it on the light side.

"Woah, are you youngsters that bold nowadays?" I ignore him. He seems like a pervert. I'm not dealing with that old guy.

Instead, I go away and start dancing instead. By now, I would've tried to find a guy to get in my bed but none of them are appealing to me. Only one guy comes to mind.

Ugh...I thought last night would be enough to get him out of my mind or something. As fun, as it is doing it with him, I'm not tied to him or anything, if I were it'd be so restrictive, I love being free to do what I want.

I dance for a bit till I get bored. Then, I get approached by some guy. He seems younger than me. Underage even. Hm...He seems good-looking but...the fact he can be underage is not something I'm looking for even if he would be just 3 years younger my age.

"Hey handsome" I smile back to be nice.

"Hey"

"I saw you dancing." He smiles.

"Yeah, I did."

"You really know how...to attract guys, huh?" The fuck he's talking about? Of course, I am.

"Yeah, sure." I come closer to him and whisper in his ear.

"Tell me the truth. You're underage right?" He gets cut off guard by that.

"Oh...um..." He says worried.

"It's ok I won't tell anyone," I say trying to come off as the nice guy because that's what I am after all.

"Yeah, I am...I'm almost 19 though so it's fine!" 18...that's barely legal.

"I would've given you younger."

"Why?"

"You seem young."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not necessary. Just saying those old men are looking after guys like you so..."

"Oh...how disgusting." He says grossed out.

"Yeah"

"You seem young yourself. How old are you?"

"Not telling,"

"Why not?"

"I don't reveal those kinds of information to strangers."

"But you're literally in a bar." I put some space in between us.

"Still I only do one-night stands that's all."

"Mm...boring."

"Boring?" I ask a bit taken aback.

"It's a shame you only do one-night stands because I can see the potential." He says smiling and I frown. Who is he to say that?

"Potential of what?"

"Of being the boyfriend material, you know?" He says and I'm stunned.

What? No one has said that to me before. I'm so not boyfriend material, I know that for a fact.

"Really?" I say in disbelief.

"Yeah"

"I really only do one-night stands through."

"Nah, that's not the vibe I'm getting from you. You don't seem the least bit interested in me. This is you rejecting me." He says convinced and it bothers me.

"I never rejected you," I say a bit annoyed he's trying to get personal.

"Not directly but you just did. You already have someone in mind, or if you don't, you'll get to be with them soon." He smiles as if he's a know and it all and that throws me off the wrong way. He's definitely a turn-off for me now.

"Stop accusing me like that," I say slightly offended.

"Don't be defensive. Go get that guy."

"Get that guy? What about you? Didn't you say you want me?"

"Ah, I'll find another guy. I don't mess with guys that are already committed or soon-to-be. Now go get to your man." He smiles and throws me off even more.

How dare he say that?

"He really isn't my man."

"You just admitted you have one." Shit...I shouldn't have said that.

"Ugh, how annoying..."

"You'll thank me once you'll know I'm right." He says proudly.

"Yeah, yeah as if," I say annoyed.

"Now go!"

"Fine if you're so desperate." He flashes me one last time a smile and then that young guy is off to go see another guy.

I have a man huh...What utter nonsense. Even if it is nonsense it makes me want to see him...Rett. But is he my guy....? Nah...we'd be exclusive and I'd lose my freedom, Rett is probably temporary, and I'll lose my interest in him soon enough.

I go to the bar stool.

"You shut down a guy. That is definitely not something you see every day." Brent says impressed.

"Yeah, I know. Anyways, I'm off." I say pissed off.

"Off so early?" He says surprised.

"Yeah, I've got some business to tend to."

"Is it that guy?" He smiles.

"No! Gosh no! Why does everyone think that now?!"

"That guy over there said the same thing?" He says seeming astonished for some reason.

"Yeah, yeah. Enough about this. I'm off!" I say annoyed.

"Good luck and have fun with your guy!"

"Fuck you!" I throw him a finger. He winks in return.

I walk quickly to get to my house and even if I said I wouldn't, for the first time I decide to
call said, person. Thankfully, he answers.

Garrett: Brandon?

Brandon: Yes, that's me.

Garrett: Why are you calling me?

Brandon: I want you,

Garrett: What?

Brandon: I want you in my house.

Garrett: Oh...

Brandon: Do you understand? I want you in my bed.

Garrett: Weren't you supposed to go to the bar?

Brandon: I left. It got boring without you.

Garrett: This is not a joke right?

Brandon: No, come to my house. I want you....now.

Garrett: Oh, uh wow...o...ok, I'm coming then.

Brandon: Good

I hung up. Thank goodness he's available and he's not busy tonight or else I doubt I would have a good time tonight.

Anyway, right now just the thought of him coming is already getting me turned on, excited for later, but that's not because he's my guy or anything, I just want to have fun with Rett and that's all...