Rebound Love

The Reunion

Archer

When I arrived at my high school, I didn't know what to expect. Ten years had passed between me and my fellow high schooler. Some settled down and had kids, some divorced, and some had successful careers attached to their names. People were talking, mingling, though honestly, I just didn't give a damn.

Right after breaking up with Jay, I went back to smoking, mostly just to send him a big f**k you since the guy didn't like that I smoke in his place. Gabe debates what I was doing since Jay was not there to be the secondhand smoker. My buddy also explained how it wouldn't be beneficial to my health.

"Just give me this will you, Gabe? Honestly, if I have to see people showing more pictures of their kids I'm going to leave you and go back to the hotel." I was beyond frustrated, and okay... I was f*****g jealous of those who had their lives figured out, those who had paired up and procreated. All while I was being cheated repeatedly though I had ten years of relationship experience under my belt.

"Dude, come on, let's get you something to drink. You know what...you stay here, I'll get us a couple of drinks."

I was glad when Gabe left me alone in the outdoor space behind the high school gym. I took a long drag of my cigarette and puffed it out after inhaling the toxic smoke. The relaxing feel coursed through my body, simmering just under my skin. I knew that I needed to quit, but the stress of my job and the recent breakup had me smoking like a train.

"Oookay, wrong door, baby Vee. I didn't realize they're fumigating the outdoor area."

I recognized the playful tone of his voice any given day. I had memorized it, embedding it into my brain that ten years later I recognized Oakley's voice even without seeing his face.

"Oakley?" I put out my cigarette and puffed out the last toxic smoke away from Oakley and his Baby.

His baby...

Fuck... I thought Oakley was single. He must've been a socially inept person when it comes to f*******: just like myself. Oakley must've abandoned his f*******: profile just like I did. I moved to face the beautiful man, my high school crush. The man looked gorgeous and stunningly handsome with his deep burgundy tailored suit jacket and matching pants. And I forgot about what I was going to say until Oakley cleared his throat.

"Um...yeah, I don't know if you remembered. I'm Archer." I pointed to the name tag that the committee had me stick on my expensive suit jacket.

"Archer, I remembered. Three hours stuck with the hottest football captain in the library. You just made a gay boy's wildest dream come true." His laughter was infectious when I joined him.

"So you're married now? Where's the lucky husband?" My eyes landed on the adorable baby in Oakley's arms.

"What... this cute thing? She's Aspen's. I left my baby at hers with her Manny." Oakley said innocently and my eyes went wide seconds before Oakley laughed so hard that several people were looking at us from the entrance of the gym.

"My fur baby, Rex. Aspen said Rex should be with someone he knows. The dog is old, I just adopted him a few days ago. And her Manny, Jamie, volunteers at the local animal shelter. He introduced me to Rex." Oakley spilled out information, though it didn't make me uncomfortable. Not like when my old buddies tried to get me to listen to their stories. I liked hearing Oakley talk, I still do.

"So, your husband is here with you since he couldn't be with Rex?" Okay... I was fishing, but I desperately need to know if the guy was single or not. There was something inside me that needed the knowledge and I needed it quickly.

Another melodious laughter spilled out of his mouth. "No I'm not Married, Archer. To be married one should have a boyfriend and I just broke up with him since he couldn't keep it in his pants." There was a brief sadness in Oakley's eyes, but damn... I felt great hearing that he was single.

"Hmm...same," I shoved my hands into my pants pocket, wishing Gabe would come back soon with our drinks cause somehow I was suddenly parched.

"Same? You're telling me your boyfriend cheated on you too?" Oakley asked with his signature playful tone and when I was about to reply, Gabe walked towards us with Aspen beside him looking all chummy like they were somehow best buddies back in high school.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Archer just dumped his cheating boyfriend and moved back to my place."

"You...you were living with your boyfriend?" It was Oakley's turn to give me the wide eyes.

"Here honey, give me my baby, and I'll trade you with this soda. You need to drink before you choke on air." Aspen winked and carefully took her baby from Oakley's arms. It didn't take long before the man drank down the glass of soda while I watched how his throat worked and drank down the frizzy liquid.

"Here man, you look like you need something to drink yourself." Gabe shoved a glass to my side, I quickly grabbed it and instantly choked from the burn thinking I was drinking soda instead of a Rum and Coke. "Yeah, take it slow, the alcohol is quite potent." Gabe chuckled and moved to Aspen's side to look at her baby. He cooed at the tiny bundle of chubby baby. Gabe looked good with a baby in his arms when Aspen permitted the man to hold her.

"So, Gabe is single too? Is he gay too?"

The sudden jealousy hit me when Oakley asked about my best friend. I finished my drink and shook my head. "Single and straight. And it looks like he's trying to steal your best friend."

"Oh thank f**k, I thought I was going to fight him for you. Cause honestly, I just haven't been to the gym in the last...mmm, never mind." He laughed softly and moved closer to my side.

"Sorry?"

"What? I think you should stop smoking, it makes you slow. But let me..." Oakley moved and I felt his lips hovering near my ear as he whispered, waking all the tingling feel, making goosebumps prickled throughout my body. "Aspen is talking to Gabe, and now they're looking all cute with baby Vee, free from my arms. She knows I have a crush on you. And I bet she talked to Gabe and voila...here we are side by side. So, Archer, have you seen the new library?"

My laughter detonated in the air and it made Aspen and Gabe look at each other before grinning widely at both me and Oakley. Then just like Oakley predicted both of our best friends walked back into the high school gym and back to mingling, leaving us alone in the cool air of the outdoor space.

"Come on then, might as well check out the library." When Oakley led the way, I couldn't help myself to rest my hand on the small of Oakley's back. It felt so right that I had to keep repeating Gabe's words, though my insides were fighting the urge.

A fling. I needed a fling to stop the rinsing and repeat the process. I needed some time off. I needed to break the bad ex-recycling process.

"Damn it, it's locked. Maybe..." Oakley didn't get a chance to finish his words when I pulled him into the boy's toilet and pressed his back against the door. "f**k, Archer..."

"Well, get to that, but first," my lips were on Oakley's softer ones. His smaller frame felt so perfect in my arms, he was shorter than me and I was loving it when Oakley was on his tippy toes since he wanted to kiss me back. Badly.

"So you're really gay?" Oakley pulled back a bit, trying to pace himself, wanting to savor our time together.

"I'm bisexual. Does that bother you?" I asked knowing some gay guys who hate being in a relationship with bi guys. But then I silently cursed when nothing between me and Oakley could result in a relationship. I was taking a break. This was going to be about s*x and nothing more.

"No, and it's not like we're doing anything serious. We just had bad break-ups. Damn, you just moved out of your cheating ex's. We should treat this as is."

"And what's that?" I already knew what he meant without even voicing it.

"A fling, a rebound s*x. Something we both need to take our minds out of our exes." Oakley put his arms around my shoulder and pulled me down to kiss him. I loved the fact that my hand could easily wrap his waist. Oakley was the perfect size of slim and I couldn't wait to open him up with my throbbing c**k.