Clark was scandalized. Mouth agape, he made a great show of not being able to believe his ears as Tanner recounted his version of the induction ceremony of the Mile High Club’s newest member.
Jesse was unperturbed. “I got nothing to be ashamed of. He was a grown adult. I’m gay, I’m single, and face it, this—” here he shook his shimmy for emphasis, sloshing some of the beer from his plastic cup onto the pavement of Packer’s parking lot—”is more than some men can be expected to resist.”
“Well, apparently.”
Tanner and Clark had recently elevated their relationship to such a level that they texted Saturday night to make sure they’d “run into” each other at the Beer Bust Sunday afternoon. Two beers in, they were holding hands, and Jesse was working on letting go of his possessiveness of Tann
