Bane (MMF Bisexual Romance)

Chapter 1

Taylor was experiencing that lost feeling that follows a breakup when he entered the bar. It wasn’t like his ex-girlfriend had a chance of being his soulmate. She was enthusiastic about being with him and beautiful but she lacked that one quality that Taylor’s girlfriends needed, the ability to read Taylor’s mind. Sure, Taylor understood that it was an unfair requirement, but that didn’t change the necessity of the trait.

Reading Taylor’s mind would have allowed his exes to surpass so much of his hesitation when it came to relationships. It would have allowed him to be open with them without having to actually say anything aloud. Any rejection could, therefore, go unspoken. And most important to Taylor, his girlfriend’s seemingly inevitable rejection would hurt Taylor less.

Without that telepathy, Taylor was required to rely on less elegant means. He emotionally kept his girlfriends at arm’s length. Was it unfair to them? Maybe. Actually, of course it was and Taylor knew it. But love is a difficult thing. It is especially difficult when what you love comes with a twist.

El Carmen’s was where Taylor chose to drink away his disappointment tonight. He typically didn’t go to bars by himself, but he didn’t consider any of his friends drinking buddies and tonight he desperately needed to go out.

In spite of being in the heart of Los Angeles, El Carmen’s was designed like a 1900s New York subway stop. Colorful tiles lined the rounded ceiling and the narrow space created an intimate feeling.

Blood orange margarita, he yelled to the female bartender with the nose ring.

As the man next to him got up, he slid onto the stool. It was crowded but he didn’t have it in him to be gentlemanly tonight. He needed to wash away his self-loathing from destroying another relationship and he needed a sturdy seat to do it from.

With the first drink down he ordered another. With half of that soon gone he felt the soothing effects kicking in. The world was a little less dangerous and the thoughts that he spent so much time repressing were slowly floating to the surface.

Taylor looked around at the revelers pushing through the tight space. There were a lot of very good looking people. The women were adorned in little dresses that half-heartedly swallowed their breasts and the guys were styled in the combination of chic and nonchalance that drove Taylor wild.

‘Did I just admit that,’ he thought.

No matter how much he drank, he was never able to lower his guard that much. He was practiced at pushing back his thoughts about men. It had to have something to do with his break up with Juliet. She had kept asking him why he didn’t open up to her and he was on the verge of telling her before she suddenly gave up on him and called it quits. She had brought his feelings for men to the surface and now he couldn’t rebury them.

Taylor threw back the last of his second drink while waving the bartender down for a third. His plan was to nurse that one maintaining his preferred level of escape. The night would have remained perfectly reasonable and his life would have continued unchanged if a man didn’t just then enter the bar ruthlessly stealing his attention.

Taylor hadn’t even been looking in his direction. He had turned towards him because of that chill you get on your neck when someone’s staring at you. The man’s eyes were locked on Taylor and the insides of Taylor’s chest tingled when their eyes met.

The man was beautiful. Built like a rock star, he moved like a cat. His hair fell to two inches above his neck and he oozed sex.

Unlike the well-manicured men around him, this man looked a little dirty. His three-day stubble was a little overgrown. The wrinkled white shirt under his jacket was unbuttoned to the bottom of his sternum. And if Taylor wasn’t mistaken, he swayed like he was already buzzed. There was nothing about him that was good. But why then did Taylor have such a hard time looking away?

It was the alcohol, Taylor decided. It was stripping away his inhibitions. The image of the man heading towards him terrified Taylor while at the same time tightening the crouch of his pants. His heart was racing and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

‘I’m drunk,’ he thought finally redirecting his gaze.

Taylor stared down as his almost empty third glass racked with emotions. He desperately wanted the man to come over and talk to him, but if he did, what would Taylor do? This wasn’t a gay bar and Taylor wasn’t gay. How does a guy talk to another guy when you find them breathtakingly hot and you’ve always been straight?

Sure, that man made it very clear that he was interested in Taylor. Sure, that man was practically the man of Taylor’s dreams. But Taylor knew that no matter how much he drank, he would never be able to let down his guard enough to do what he had so often fantasized. At least that was what he was thinking.

Taylor’s thoughts were interrupted when someone squeezed beside him at the bar engulfing him with their scent. Taylor didn’t have to look up to know who it was. The sexy musk smelled like the gorgeous man looked.

Bartender, two gin and tonics, the man said in a tone that hinted of a smile. What are you drinking? he added turning to Taylor.

Taylor looked up from his drink into the gorgeous man’s eyes. The sight made his body quiver and cock tense. Taylor fought to speak.

Blood orange margarita, he said as his third drink slowed his speech.

Give me one of those too, the man said pointing back at Taylor.

What had just happened, Taylor thought? Had a man just bought him a drink? Had the sexiest man he had ever seen just bought him a drink?

Which one’s your mask? the man asked Taylor.

Excuse me? Taylor replied confused.

The man pointed to the Mexican wrestler masks lining the walls. You seem like a man who likes to wrestle so I figured one of them was yours.

I seem like I like to wrestle? he replied taken aback by the innuendo.

Yeah. Am I wrong?

Taylor felt the heat pulse from his face. The man who smelt like sex was flirting with him. Never being in this position before, Taylor didn’t know how to flirt back.

I’ve never wrestled before, Taylor admitted as his heart thumped.

You look like you’d be good at it.

Taylor couldn’t believe what was happening. His cock was hard and he was flirting with a guy. This was uncharted territory. What was he supposed to do next?

The bartender handed Taylor his fourth drink as the man collected his two.

Bane, he said.

What?

That’s my name.

Oh. Taylor.

Well Taylor, you should join me and my friends.

Taylor hadn’t seen anyone with him when he entered the bar, but then again, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of Bane.

You following me? he asked withdrawing from the bar.

This was it. Never in his life had he come so close to showing his feelings for another man.

Getting up, he felt his jeans resist his bulging cock. The sensation was fantastic. In that moment he felt freer than he had in all of his thirty-two years.

Clutching his drink he fell into Bane’s wake and the two crossed the room. When they stopped they were in front of a standing table. Bane took an open spot on the other side of a busty brunette. Bane handing her the drink, Taylor realized that they were together. Taylor’s heart immediately broke.

This is Taylor, Bane said to the two guys across the table. Pointing at each, Lance, Felix and this is Sam, he concluded touching the woman on the back.

Sam turned to Taylor offering him her hand. Nice to meet you, Taylor.

Nice to meet you too.

Sam was still staring at Taylor when Bane leaned across the table. She likes you, Bane teased. Right now she’s picturing you naked.

Sam turned to Bane and blushed as she swatted his arm. Stop it!

She’s beautiful, right? Bane asked Taylor.

Sam turned putting Taylor on the spot. Yeah, Taylor said unconvincingly.

It wasn’t that Taylor didn’t find Sam attractive. She was undeniably a beautiful woman. He had just thought that the night was going in a different direction.

I thought you two would like each other, Bane said taking a gulp of his drink. Baby, Taylor’s a wrestler.

Sam spun around facing Taylor. Really? That’s so hot! Where do you wrestle?

Mostly professionally, Taylor said quickly readjusting to what was going on.

You’re a professional wrestler? Sam squeaked.

Taylor looked over at Bane who almost spit out his drink in delight. Yeah, I specialize in high-flying. You know, jumping off stuff. Aerial tricks.

Seriously? That’s so hot! Sam gushed.

Bane kissed Sam on the cheek before stepping around her. Baby, I’m going to the bathroom. You two talk.

Taylor saw Bane’s kiss and was again confused. It really looked like the two of them were together. Taylor had begun to believe that Bane was setting him up with Sam, but that wasn’t what was happening at all.

So you’re a professional wrestler? Are you on TV? Sam continued.

Taylor looked at Sam disappointed wondering whether or not he should leave. He was more than a little buzzed and on the verge of doing something he knew he would regret.

I’m not really a wrestler, Taylor admitted.

Oh, she said disappointedly. That’s too bad. I like wrestlers.

As the silence grew Taylor made a move to leave.

Bane’s hot, right? Sam said drawing him back in.

Taylor’s eyes immediately whipped up towards Sam and then the other two guys at the table. Lance and Felix were engaged with the group of girls behind them. Relaxing as he realized no one was listening, he turned back to Sam.

Don’t you think he’s hot? Sam asked him again.

Yeah, he’s hot, Taylor said feeling his cock becoming hard again. He took a sip of his drink when he realized it.

Sam pushed her body onto Taylor’s. Do you think I’m hot?

You’re definitely hot, Taylor conceded.

Then why don’t you kiss me?

Sam lifted her chin presenting her lips. Taylor didn’t know what was going on, and his mind wasn’t clear enough to figure it out. So instead of thinking about it, he just leaned down and kissed her.

Her lips pressed against his and it felt good. He became intensely aroused. Kissing Juliet had never been like this. He opened his mouth allowing their tongues to twirl with one another’s. Sinking deeper into the sea of sensations, Taylor was about lost.

Hey babe, let’s go, Bane said jolting Taylor out of his trance.

Taylor opened his eyes and quickly pulled away. He looked at Bane wondering how much he had seen. Bane’s eyes refused to look at him.

I wanna finish my drink, Sam protested.

Knock it back and let’s go.

Taylor retreated thinking Bane was angry. Stepping aside he watched Sam finish her gin and tonic then be pulled away by Bane. Sam was just about past Taylor when she said, Finish your drink, we’re going.

Startled, Taylor wasn’t sure what was going on.

Come on, finish it. Let’s go, Sam insisted.

Feeling Sam grab his hand, Taylor mindlessly lifted the glass and gulped the remainder of his drink. Dragged towards the door Taylor asked where they were going.

Does it matter? Sam replied playfully.

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