friend is a cheating asshole?

"No, I called him after I got back home, and I hung up on him after I realized he was in the middle of giving someone a blow job."

All this talk about oral sex had me thinking about Seth's thighs again. "Could we not talk about this? It happened, it's sad, but we move on. I just wish he would have waited a little longer to start doing that shit, I mean, my Grandparents just passed away, and I didn't need this on top of that."

"I'm sorry Reed, Tim truly isn't like that normally, I swear. I don't know what came over him. Maybe he was just drunk?"

I waved his words away. I knew what got into Tim, and it wasn't alcohol. I knew he had a slight problem with my wanting to keep my virginity for love, but I had thought he would wait for me to be ready. That's what he'd told me at least. I booted up the computer on my desk and sat down. Seth stood and turned to me. He knew of the guys in my past; that all of them had cheated on me. He knew the only reason I allowed him to set me up with Tim in the first place, was because it was his friend, and I trusted Seth more then anyone I've ever known. He was more then a boss to me, he was probably my best friend, seeing as how I only ever talk to him outside of my family members. I lost all my friends when I came out in high school.

"Reed, I feel so responsible, can I do anything to make it up to you?"

I looked up into his dark green eyes and smiled. The only thing I wanted from him was never going to happen. I shook my head and returned my gaze to the computer screen.

It had been two weeks since my return, but I was still working at catching up on everything while trying to stay abreast of the new stuff that came in. It was extremely easy for me to lose myself in work. Between half my family being gone, the other half still in the country, and that bull shit with Tim I had too much on my plate. Tim still wouldn't stop calling me; I think Seth told him to try the "drunk" card with me.

"Come on Reed, I'll buy you a beer," Seth said, startling me out of my daze.

I stood and stretched before nodding, a beer sounded good. He held out my coat, helping me into it before we exited the office. There was a bar half way between my apartment and the office that quickly became our favorite a year back. After we had been sitting in a booth for a while, drinks in hand, I noticed Seth staring at me more then usual. He had always stared at me, but I'd chalked that up to him thinking I was crazy a long time ago.

"Do I have something on my face?" I asked and whipped at my cheeks with my sleeve.

"No," he said laughing.

When he didn't start to explain why he had been staring at me, I shrugged and scanned the room. It was full with the usual people you can find at any good bar: the wrinkly old bicker chick playing pool by herself; The old American