A Good Bargain

Fuck, I'm old. The thought forty isn't old followed immediately—David had forty-year-old friends, and he didn't consider them old. So what if he couldn't run five miles every morning anymore? So what if he went to bed at ten now, rather than staying up and watching the late reruns of Family Guy at two AM like he used to? Age changed a man, and a man had to roll with it. Couldn't fault him for being practical. But the hot young thing on the couch next to him expected… Oh, god. What did he expect?

"So…" Brandon raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you want to—"

"I don’t want to have sex. I mean…I do. There's nothing wrong with you or anything. I don't do this kind of thing. I don't bring boys home. Men," David corrected quickly. "I don't bring boys home at all, of course. I'm not into that sort of thing. Not that I think you are. Not that there's anything wrong with it. I mean…well of course there's something wrong with it if the boy's a kid, like, really a kid. Who wouldn't think that was wrong?" Well, this is going to hell in a hand basket.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie. I don't do this kind of thing either, yanno."

"No. I mean, yes. Yes, let's watch a movie. Of course I don't think you're that kind of guy. You could be, if you wanted to be. You're gorgeous." David blushed seven different shades of red and stood quickly, pacing over to the DVD shelf. Brandon had said movie. He meant, movie, right? Cops and robbers, space attacks, that sort of thing. Not porn? Oh god, please don't mean porn.

"Whatdaya have that's good?" Brandon came to stand behind him, peering over his shoulder at the shelf. The heat of Brandon's body swirled around David, and his cock swelled.

"What haven't you seen?"

"Is that Lake Placid? I haven't seen it. I know it's old, but"—his gaze swept up and down David—"I kind of like older things."