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No going back - 7. Colin 3
Colin was feeling foolish and annoyed with himself. He'd been having fun with Owain, far more fun than he’d had in a long time, and he’d never had so much sex over so short a period of time. And with just one guy, too. Colin decided he rather liked that and, truth to tell, he rather liked Owain. A lot. Which was stupid, as they hardly knew each other. But he liked the guy, and the sex was, well, fantastic.
Colin had only ever taken it up the bum a few times, the rare occasions when he'd managed to get together with a bloke he liked, in a nice quiet location and have the chance to do the dirty at some leisure. He certainly wasn't the type to take it via the back door at the drop of a hat with a random. But Owain had been gentle, and it has been fun, sexy and more. Colin had thought about asking the guy to the choir’s concert, not that the concert was going to be earth shattering, but the Netherwich Male Chorale was something of a local institution and it was going to be good.
But then Jimmie and co arrived, had started making cracks about Owain being gay and being a danger to life and limb of decent straight blokes and, well, courage failed him. He’d simply panicked and shut down. It was easily done as Jimmie and the guys were all over the house; it would be difficult to have a private moment with Owain, even if he wanted it.
The choir’s concert on Friday had gone well. They’d attracted a good audience, which meant that they raised a tidy sum for the local hospice. But after the concert, he was feeling a bit glum. He did go back to the pub with the guys from the choir and downed a few. Perhaps it was the drink that gave him courage, or perhaps it was just he was starting to learn to stand up for himself.
He did his shopping on Saturday, calling at the usual places and he noticed the flower shop selling freesias. His Mum liked them, and they were small and not too showy but classy. He bought a bunch. Went home, showered, shaved, dressed nicely and before he could chicken out, drove over to Pocklington, to the rental where Owain was living at the moment. He parked around the corner and walked past a few times, but then gave himself a talking to. Wouldn't do to be done for loitering with intent outside Owain's house. He didn't plan to go in. Just apologise. Flowers worked. Chocolates or a bottle of wine might give other ideas, and Colin didn't want to presume. He'd been a tit and wanted to apologise.
He honestly didn’t know whether he and Owain would be able to get things back together, Colin rather worried that his behaviour had made that impossible. For God’s sake, he was 32 and shouldn’t be panicking like a 15-year-old every time the idea of him being gay came up.
Whatever happened with Owain, apologising was the right thing.
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