Page 1 of Perfectly Wrong

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BISHOP

“Can you grab me a beer, Bishop?”

Glancing over my shoulder at Rocco, I nod before opening the ice chest and grabbing a Blue Moon. “Catch!” He looks startled while I laugh. “Kidding.” I walk over to him and hand him the bottle after opening it. “Even I wouldn’t throw glass.”

Rocco laughs, taking a swig with one hand and flipping burgers with the other. “Thanks for coming over early to set up.”

“No thanks needed. How many are you expecting?”

“Tristan was vague, but I’m guessing twenty or thirty people.”

“Popular boy.”

Rocco chuckles. “Yeah, he’s always been social. I just hope he can buckle down and focus on school now. It’s a good opportunity for him.”

I shrug. “You know how I feel about college.”

“Yes, I do, but you had the focus and dedication to make something of your life without an advanced degree. I’m not sure Tristan does.”

“Maybe he just needs some time to get his head in the game.”

“Maybe, but this school is costing me a fortune so I hope it’s sooner rather than later.”

I pat my friend’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. You loved college.”

“I did.” He grins. “I could finally be me. At least Tristan never had to hide who he is.”

“He’s lucky to have you as a father.”

Rocco smiles. “Thanks. I’m proud of him after all he went through. It was rough after the divorce.”

“I can only imagine.” I take a drink of my beer.

“I don’t regret the marriage because of Tristan, but it sucked. Michelle wanted me to pay for hurting her.”

“Kind of can’t blame her, man.”

“I know.”

“Is it better now?”

“Better. Once Tristan turned sixteen and told her to stop shit talking me, she realized she had to change to maintain a good relationship with her child. Then he came out shortly after that.”

“How did she take it?”

“Shitty. Blamed me and said I taught him to be gay. As if you can do that.”

“People are stupid sometimes.”

“Yeah.” He flips a burger. “After she got some advice and education from a therapist friend, she relaxed. Accepted him and now I think she better understands I wasn’t trying to hurt her. I was trying to be normal, as they say.”

“Yeah, glad it worked out. It’s better for Tristan.”

“Definitely.”

“It’s weird as much as we hang out I’ve never met him. Our paths always just miss.”

“True. I guess our holidays and shit never line up.”

“So it’s good I’ll meet him today.”

“Yeah.”

The French doors open, pulling my attention to the left, and a young man who looks like a younger version of his father walks through them. He’s grinning, but when he sees me, he stops, his smile fading.

Rocco looks in his direction. “Tristan, come over here and meet my friend.”

Tristan steps closer, his eyes taking me in from head to toe. To say he’s attractive is an understatement. Deeply tanned, toned but just barely, and perfectly styled black hair, he is a dream. Judging from the look on his face, he thinks the same of me.

I extend my hand. “Bishop. Nice to meet you.”

Tristan smiles, stunning me. “Nice to meet you.”

“Congrats on being accepted to the school of your choice.”

His eyes linger on mine for a few seconds too long before he speaks. “Thanks. It’s really my dad’s choice more than mine, but it’s a good school.”

“Education is important,” Rocco says.

“Do you think that, Bishop?”

Rocco subtly shifts his eyes to me. “Of course.”

“What school did you go to?”

Rocco twists around. “Quit digging into his life so much. Don’t you have friends coming over?”

“Yes, and I did everything you asked me to do earlier.”

“Really? Did you get the extra beer out of the fridge in the garage?”

Tristan rolls his eyes. “No. I’ll do it now.” His eyes shift back to me. “Got a few minutes to help? There’s a lot.”

I nod. “Sure, I can help.”

After setting down my beer, I follow Tristan into the kitchen and through it to the garage. He opens the fridge, handing me a couple of six packs.

“Did you think I was digging into your life too much?”

I shake my head. “No, it’s fine. I didn’t go to school. My school was life.”

Tristan nods, pulling out two more cases of beer. “What do you do for a living?”

“Construction. I’m a builder.”

“Doing okay?”

“Business is good. Started my own thing about ten years ago.”

“Self-made man. I like it.”

Is he flirting? I think he’s flirting. “Got any more beer to bring?”

“Are you uncomfortable with me?”

“Why would I be? You’re just a kid.”

“I’m eighteen. I’m officially an adult.”

“I’d say technically more than officially.”

Tristan grins. “Well, either way, I’m legal.”

“Good news to anyone interested in you.”

“Not you?”

My brow creases. “I’m like fifteen years older than you.”

“And?”

“And we’re men. How do you know I would be interested in you anyway?”

“I’m pretty good at knowing. Besides, my dad doesn’t have straight friends.”

“Fair.”

“Then it’s okay for you to be interested in me.”

I raise my eyebrow. “How did we get there? Because you’re eighteen?”

“Yep.” He steps closer to me. “You are fucking incredible, Bishop. I bet you could teach me a lot.”

I know I could. “Anyway, let’s get this beer inside.”

“One thing first.”

“What?”

“I leave in two days. I could come over to your place. You could fuck me blind, and then I’ll be gone for four years.

” His hand slides down my chest and rests on my dick.

He squeezes gently, keeping his eyes locked on mine as if taunting me, but I refuse to flinch.

“No strings. Just some fun. Think about it.”

I remove his hand. “You’re a cocky little shit, aren’t you?”

Tristan smiles. “I’m not that little. Want to feel?”

“Aren’t you worried I could tell your father you’re coming on to me?”

“Nope. I don’t even care, but I don’t think you will anyway.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because then I’m not an option anymore, and right now, you’re still thinking about it.”

I shake my head. “Your confidence is amusing, but you’re wrong. There’s at least three reasons why I would never touch you.”

“But there’s at least one reason why you would. I’m counting on that reason.”

“Which is?”

“You’re attracted to me. I can see it in your eyes, but even better, I can feel it. It can be our little secret.”

“Whatever, Tristan.”

“If you don’t want to fuck, you could let me suck you off. I’m very good at it. So I’ve been told.”

I turn away, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. “We’ve really been out here too long.”

“Think about it. I leave Monday.”

Ignoring him, I walk inside and out to the back patio where I start loading the ice chest with more beer, but one thing I can’t ignore is the desire pulling at me after that interaction.

He’s cocky, but dammit, he’s right. I want him.

Right now. I shake my head. There’s no way.

No way in hell I could go there. He’s my best friend’s son.

Rocco would never forgive me. Never. Tristan will just have to remain a fantasy.

A couple of hours and way too many beers later, I rise from the edge of the pool, glancing around the yard for Rocco.

I see him still standing by the grill, making more food for the crowd of drunk almost college students.

I make my way through them to go to the bathroom.

Inside the house, the downstairs powder room has someone in it, so I stumble over to the stairs, pausing when my eyes meet Tristan’s as he enters the house.

He tilts his head and then confidently walks in my direction.

Through the fog of alcohol, my brain tries to reason with me.

I shouldn’t let him follow me, but as I start the walk upstairs, glancing over my shoulder, nothing in me will stop him.

I reach the top of the stairs, and Tristan is right behind me.

Without words, he grabs my hand and pulls me into a bedroom, pressing me against a wall.

Our eyes meet as we stand silently. He moves closer, and I close my eyes waiting for his lips to meet mine.

When they do, I grip the back of his neck and kiss him hard, feeling his fingers tugging at the waistband of my jeans.

He’s almost the same height as me, making it easy to kiss his neck as our dicks press together through our clothes.

He’s got this intoxicating scent of summer lingering on him that drives me crazy.

Tristan reaches in my jeans, sucking my tongue as his hand grips my rock hard erection.

I moan against his lips, dragging my fingers through his hair, aware of the line I just crossed, but unable to stop it.

Tristan frees my dick from my jeans, stroking me as we kiss.

My hand seems to move on its own to his shorts where I slide it in and touch him, impressed with what I find.

We stand like this, pressed against the wall, getting each other off, and kissing like horny teenagers.

“Fuck,” I mutter as cum spills from my dick. Tristan gazes down, smiling when his own cum joins the party. Our hands and dicks are slick as our eyes lock together. After a few seconds, Tristan reaches over to his bed and grabs a t-shirt, cleaning both our dicks.

He kisses me briefly. “Our little secret, Bishop.”

I nod, reeling from what just happened.

“But it was awesome.”

“Yeah.”

He grins. “Don’t feel bad. We both needed that. Now we can just move on.” He drags his lips over mine. “Unless you want more. In that case, you know where I am until Monday.”

No way. No fucking way. “I gotta go.”

Tristan reaches behind me pulling my phone from my back pocket. He taps his phone number into my contacts. “Just in case.”

I take my phone, taking a deep breath to try to ground myself. “See ya, Tristan.”

“Hope so, Bishop.”

I shake my head as I stumble out of his room into the bathroom where I splash cold water on my face and stare at my reflection. He’s fucking eighteen. And... I close my eyes. Rocco’s son. It can’t happen again. Never.