Christian (The Beck Brothers Series) (12 page)

Sebastian
shot him a dirty look, making Quinn laugh. If Christian really was gay and
hiding it from them, Quinn felt bad for him. It could be the reason his anxiety
was so bad. If he was constantly hiding who he really was, no wonder he was so
stressed out all of the time. It was rare that Quinn would see Christian
without a worried look on his face. Could that be what he was so worried about
all of the time? His brothers finding out that he
’
s
gay?

“
Okay,
say that Christian is gay, should we ask him about it, or continue to wait for
him to tell us?
”
Sebastian
asked.

“
No,
we can
’
t ask him
about it. If he is, and he hasn
’
t told us,
it
’
s for a reason. I say we just
wait it out and let him tell us when he
’
s
ready,
”
Quinn
said.

“
Can
we fuck with him at least?
”
Sebastian
asked with an evil grin.

“
Fuck
with him how?
”
Henry
asked, his own evil smirk growing.

“
Ya
know, just make comments here and there and see how he reacts. It might give us
a better idea if he
’
s actually
gay or not.
”

“
Oh,
god. You
’
re going to
make him have a nervous breakdown.
”
Quinn groaned.

Henry
and Sebastian laughed. Poor Christian, he was so in for it.

Shea
and Christian were at Shea
’
s house to finish
packing up all of Shea
’
s shit.
Shea was packing up some of his things in the living room while Christian
worked in his kitchen. He had just stood up and rolled his right shoulder
because it was aching a bit when the doorbell rang. Shea frowned.
Who the hell could that be?
Christian
came into the living room just as Shea started for the door.

When
he opened it, he wished that he hadn
’
t.
Standing on the step was Tara, the girl he had been seeing before starting his
relationship with Christian. She immediately jumped him, her arms went around
his neck and her mouth covered his. Shea was so shocked at first that he did
nothing. Then he heard Christian
’
s
“
What the fuck?
”
from behind him, making him spring into action. He grabbed Tara
’
s
hips and pushed her back, forcing her to let him go. Tara was a cute girl; she
had short dark hair, glasses, and a bangin
’
body that always turned him on.

“
Baby,
where have you been? I
’
ve been
trying to get a hold of you for over a month now,
”
Tara whined, running her hands over Shea
’
s
chest.

Dread
pitted in Shea
’
s stomach.
He snuck a glance back at Christian. Oh, holy fucking shitballs, he was fucking
livid. His nostrils flared, his jaw was bulging, and his hands were curled into
fists at his sides. Jesus, Shea was in a boatload of shit right now.

“
I
…
uh
…
well,
Tara
…”
Shea stuttered, not exactly
sure how to tell her what was going on.

Shea
looked down at her, she looked really good in a tank top and yoga pants.
Were her boobs bigger?
Shea shook that
thought away, didn
’
t matter,
he was with Christian now and he wouldn
’
t
be sleeping with her ever again.

“
I
missed you, Shea. Why haven
’
t you
called me?
”
Tara
asked, still running her hands over his chest and now his shoulders.

Shea
grabbed her hands and removed them from his body.
“
Listen,
Tara. I haven
’
t called
for a reason. I
’
m with
someone else and we
’
re
exclusive.
”

Tara
laughed.
“
Funny,
Shea. There is no way you stopped calling me to be with some other bitch. I
gave you everything you needed; you told me you were completely satisfied.
”

“
This
relationship isn
’
t just
about sex, Tara, there are other things involved,
”
Shea tried to explain.

“
Like
what?
”
Tara demanded, shoving her
hands on her hips.

“
Dammit,
I don
’
t have to explain myself to
you. We weren
’
t a couple,
you were someone I called for a good fuck, but that was it. Don
’
t
make this harder than it has to be.
”
Shea sighed.

Tara
flinched as if slapped.
“
How dare
you!
”
Tara said, infuriated.
“
You
were more than just a good fuck to me! I thought we were heading toward starting
a real relationship, but you stopped calling me. I thought something happened
to you! God, my friends were right about you, you
’
re
nothing but an asshole!
”
Tara
yelled, giving him a shove.
“
Who is she?
Huh?
”

“
That
’
s
none of your business,
”
Shea said
evenly.

“
No,
Shea, go ahead and tell her.
”
Christian
snarled from where he stood in the living room behind him.

Shea
closed his eyes and cursed himself, knowing he was in serious trouble. He
opened his eyes and looked at Tara who was frowning at Christian.
“
Tara,
this is my boyfriend, Christian.
”

Tara
’
s
mouth dropped open and her eyes almost bugged out of her head.
“
Excuse
me? Did you just say boyfriend?
”
she asked,
dumbfounded.

“
Yes,
Christian is my boyfriend.
”

“
Wha
…
how?
I thought you were straight!
”
Tara exclaimed.

“
I
was
…
I mean
…
I
don
’
t know. It
’
s
hard to explain.
”
Shea
struggled, not knowing what to say. Because honestly, he was starting to think
he had been gay, or at least bi, for a long time, and never had the balls to
acknowledge it.

“
This
is unbelievable! Do you know how many guys have asked me out that I turned down
because I thought we were going to be together?
 
And now you
’
re
telling me you
’
re a
fucking faggot!
”

The
air in Shea
’
s lungs
exploded out of him as if he had just been punched in the gut. She just called him
a
‘
faggot.
’
The hurt was immediate and sharp. Never in all of his life had one word cut him
so deeply. He swung around to look at Christian, who was standing there, arms
crossed over his chest, face passive. Shea had no idea how many times Christian
had been called something like that, but he almost looked as if it was nothing
new to him, and that broke his heart. Shea turned back to Tara.

“
I
can
’
t believe you just called me
that.
”
Shea breathed.

“
Well
you better get used to it because you
’
ll
be getting called that a lot once you start telling people,
”
Tara snapped.

“
How
about you just leave now?
”
Shea
snarled and opened the door for her.

“
My
pleasure.
”
She
snorted and stomped out of the house.

Shea
shut the door and leaned his forehead against it. He couldn
’
t
believe how much being called a
‘
faggot
’
bothered him. He never thought of it as that hurtful of a word before because
it never applied to him, but now
…
it
hurt like a bitch. He could understand a little better why Christian was so
secretive about his sexuality. No one wanted to be called horrible names,
especially to their faces.

Shea
sighed, dreading what was coming next. He straightened up and turned to face
Christian. He looked absolutely livid, not that Shea could blame him. He should
have told Tara over a month ago when he first started dating Christian, but he
bitched out and decided to just stop calling her in hopes that she would get
the hint.

“
Chris
…”
Shea started, but Christian cut him off.

“
Why
didn
’
t you tell her? Were you
keeping her around as backup for when you decide that you actually are
straight?
”
Christian
snapped.

“
What?
No!
”

“
Whatever,
I knew that you were only with me so that you wouldn
’
t
lose me as a friend. I
’
m not
surprised.
 
I knew that there was no
way you would actually want to be with me,
”
Christian muttered and waved a dismissive hand as he walked back into the
kitchen.

Shea
stormed after him.
“
Now wait
one fucking minute. That is not true!
”

“
Stop
fucking lying to me!
”
Christian
shouted as he spun around to glare at Shea.
“
You
’
re
not gay! You never will be! So just stop
…
stop
pretending that you are enjoying this relationship!
”

“
Pretending?
”
Shea choked.
“
Christian!
You know me better than that! How could you think for one second that I
’
ve
been pretending? You mean everything to me and there has not been one moment of
being with you that I have pretended anything!
”

Christian
shook his head.
“
I
’
m
not doing this with you anymore; it
’
s
just not possible for you to love me the way that I love you.
”

Christian
tried to push past Shea to leave, but Shea grabbed him.

“
You
are not leaving. We
’
re not done
talking about this,
”
Shea
growled as Christian struggled to get away.

“
Just
because you are able to fuck me, doesn
’
t
make you gay. Plenty of straight men can fuck another dude just to get off,
”
Christian hissed.

“
Christian,
this isn
’
t about
that, this is about us being together
…
stop
fighting me!
”

“
Let
me go, then! My heart is already shattering and I don
’
t
want to stay here with you!
”
Christian
choked and tore himself out of Shea
’
s
grasp.

He
almost made it to the door before Shea caught up with him. He slammed into him,
pinning him face first against the door. Both of them were panting and
Christian was still trying to get away, but Shea held fast.

“
Chris,
listen to me, you need to calm down,
”
Shea said calmly.

Christian
pressed his face against the door.
“
Why
are you doing this to me? Just let me go,
”
he said, his voice pained.