Lance watched the brunette leave the bar. He reached down for a glass and began to wipe it dry. Sighing, he put the glass down, and turned back around to survey the bar. It was finally calming down. The only people still around were his regulars, and if he told them to leave they would. He picked up another glass, and looked towards the door. He almost wished the dark haired skinny stranger would come back. It had been awhile since someone had caught his eye, but this man had. It had been awhile since he had been with someone. Since his dad had gotten sick, and asked him to come home to run the bar. That had been a little over a year ago. He had left school in Florida, and had come running home. It was just the way he was. If his family needed him, then he would be there for them. Of course, it had been a huge sacrifice. Since returning home, he hadn't had a love life.Not that he had much before moving back home, but at least he had more than he had now. Of course him being gay didn't help. If his parents only knew that there only son was gay. Boy oh boy would that be a sight to see. He could imagine it now. He had kept this little fact secret just over three years now. Since he had moved down to Florida and started school. That is where he met his first boyfriend. They had stayed together for a good year before he had gotten tired of the secrecy and left Lance. From that point on, he had dated but never started another relationship. Then when he had come home, he had given up any hope of finding himself someone. Then tonight, he had met Josh. A stranger riding through town. Only stopping for a bite to eat and a beer, but he had stayed much longer than he had planned. Lance knew that just by watching the other man. Since he had started bartending, he had become a good judge of people. When Josh had walked in, he was intent on eating and leaving. Not staying for three hours talking. Lance knew Josh had been watching him. He knew it from the moment Josh had sat down at the bar. So he had talked to him. Told him his bad jokes, and hoped that Josh wouldn't leave. Just the thought that this gorgeous man was watching him and may want him made Lance happy. He hadn't been looked at that way by a good looking man in awhile, but now Josh was gone. He entered Lance's life and left so quickly. Sighing, Lance wiped the bar smiling as the last of the bar's regulars stood up to leave. The man gave Lance a small drunken wave as he made his way to the exit. Lance followed him to the door and locked it behind him. Turning off the lights, he took a quick look around the bar surveying the damage that his customers had left behind in their wake. Deciding it wasn't that bad, he walked towards the back leaving the mess until morning. Running his fingers through his hair, he grabbed his keys out of his pocket, and got into his car. Josh cursed the damn day he had bought Justin the motorcycle. About five miles down the road, he had pulled into a rest stop. After using the restroom, he had come out to continue on his way, but the damn bike wouldn't start. He had been sitting there trying to get it going for half an hour. He had no idea what could have gone wrong with the machine. Kicking the front tire, he cursed again out loud. At the sound of a car approaching, he raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the bright head lights. When the car stopped next to him, he took a step back. He watched as the window rolled down, and sighed when he recognized the driver. Lance. "Hey, Josh. Everything okay?" Lance asked as he leaned towards the window. Kicking the bike again, Josh shook his head. "Bike's dead." "Damn. Sorry about that. The town mechanic is on vacation until Monday." "Just my luck," Josh said as he sighed. "Listen, it is late, and the bike is going nowhere. I'll have a friend come by and pick it up and drop it off at the mechanics." "Thanks, but where do I stay until it gets fixed." Lance looked away out the front windshield bitng his lip. A few seconds later, he turned back to Josh with a grin. "My place. I got a sofabed. It'll only be a couple of days anyway." Josh couldn't believe what Lance was offering. He was opening his home to him. All at once, Josh was happy and then as he continued to think, he became nervous. He would be staying with Lance. Lance was straight. He thought Lance was hot. This could be bad, but what else could he do. "You don't mind, Lance." "Nah. It'll be nice. Grab your stuff. I'm tired." Josh grabbed his bag, and locked up the bike. Opening the car door, he threw his bag in the back, and sat down. "Thanks, Lance." continue menu