A gay bar?

JULES

He was just a spoiled brat, one I wouldn't have spared the time of the day if I wasn't working for his father. I needed the cash, and protecting the son of the boss gave me more than I did serving at the base. 

I reached for my packet of cigarettes, took a stick and lit it, as I leaned on the car and watched him chatting with the pretty lady. 

It had been four days since I started watching him, and she was the only one he had ever been in contact with. He didn't seem close to anyone else. 

Taking a drag from my stick, I continued to watch him, used to the way he raised his hands animatedly when talking. He glanced back occasionally at me, acting like he wasn't looking when he was. 

When he got up from the table with his girlfriend — I guess she is—, I drew away from the car, threw the half-smoked stick on the ground and crushed it with my foot. It was time to move. 

I accompanied him to his class, watched him from afar as he paid attention to the teaching, then followed him back to the house. It was just about what we did every day, and I was already bored. I had expected something thrilling to happen these past few days, but nothing. 

“Good night,” he said to me, with a forced smile, reaching for his door handle. 

This was the only conversation we'd ever had. Each day, before letting himself into his flat, he would turn and bade goodnight to me.

I nodded, like I had always done, and watched him enter his room before I did the same, letting myself in and heading straight to my couch. I plopped down on it with a tired sigh. Despite not doing anything thrilling aside from watching him all day, I was exhausted from standing for hours and staying in uncomfortable positions so I could get a clear view of him. 

I had this suspicion that he knew what he was doing, chose the places to sit, just to inconvenience me. He's such a feisty little thing.

“Birbante,” I muttered, letting out a sigh. 

He was stressing me out, but the money that he brought in was enough to sort out my issues. I fished my phone out and drew away from the couch, sending a quick text to his father, to tell him how the day went, like I do every night. I opened my fridge and took out a bottle of water. Uncorking it, I closed the almost empty appliance.

Taking a gulp, I returned to my couch to rest some more before having my bath when I picked up a sound. At first, I thought I had heard wrong until I heard it again. I listened, my ears perked when I realised it came from his room. I'd studied the sound his door made each time he opened it. 

Rising from the couch, I strolled to my door and peeped through the hole in it, just as Logan tiptoed past my door. 

Huh?

Where the hell is he going to?

I didn't open it immediately. I waited until I heard him go down the stairs before I opened my door and followed him. 

This was the first time Logan had ever left the house after we returned from school, and I was curious to know where he was heading. 

Hiding in the shadows, I watched him call someone on the phone. He had changed out of the black button-down shirt and slacks he wore today, in favour of comfortable washed jean shorts and a black tank top. 

For the first time since the day we met, I saw his naked legs. I'd never thought a man's legs could be pretty, but his were. There were no signs of hair on both legs, and it was so straight, like a woman's. 

I ran my eyes slowly, from his feet, to his arse, which I'd always noted was plump, up to his back, then his hair. For the first time, he had his hair down, curly red locks that made him look feminine from the rear. 

When he glanced back, black eyes darting around, I hid behind the pole, fast enough for him to detect. 

A few minutes later, a cab stopped in front of him. He looked around once more before he got in and the vehicle drove off. I rushed over to my car, started it, and rode after him, curious to know where he was heading, dressed so casually.

I followed the cab until it reached its destination. Alighting from my vehicle, I looked around, at the deserted streets, before my eyes landed on the neon lights, showing off the name of the bar. 

I was taken aback, stunned to realise Logan was going to a party. He didn't strike me as the party type… Okay, I wouldn't know, since I had spent little time with him. I'd just assumed, by the way he dresses, and how diligent he was with his studies, that he was a nerd, albeit a stubborn one.

I crossed the street, just as Logan walked in, after showing them his ID. Luckily, I always have my ID in my wallet. I reached for it, fishing it out, when a young man bumped into me.

“Oops, sorry,” he apologised, straightening, as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. 

“It's okay,” I dismissed him, eager to get in there so I wouldn't lose sight of Logan. I brought out my card and showed the bouncer by the door. He checked it and flashed a smile at me. 

“First time here, huh?”

How did he know? 

Forcing a smile, I nodded. It seemed this place was close-knit. 

“Oh, a newbie, then.” He grinned, his views sparkling mischievously. “Have fun, lad.”

“I will.” Pushing a smile, I put my ID back and stepped in as more people came forward. The second I entered the bar, my eardrum practically bled. The loud music from the speaker boomed as bodies rocked to the beat. I blinked, getting my eyes accustomed to the low light as my gaze went around, looking for a familiar mass of ginger hair. 

Looking to the right, my jaw almost dropped to the floor. I thought nothing was wrong when I noticed there were only men on the dance floor. However, when I saw two by the corner, eating each other's faces, I realised something. 

I was in a freaking gay bar!