they’ve never asked questions.”
“What would you say to them if they did ask?” Mack glanced at Ike as they stepped inside the shower.
“I guess I’d tell the truth,” Ike said. “But it’s never come up in conversation.”
Ike reached down and turned on the shower ending their discussion while each man lathered their body with soap and stood rinsing off beneath the warm water. When they stepped from the shower, Mack threw Ike a towel.
As they headed to the kitchen, Mack’s phone rang. He lifted the receiver and listened to the muffled voice on the other end. The person’s voice sounded familiar, but Mack couldn’t place it. What they had to say came as a complete shock to Mack.
“What’s wrong?” Ike asked, seeing Mack’s strained features as he slammed the receiver down.
“Some fool on the other end let me know that you and I have a thing going,” he said with a sigh. “I’m sure whoever it is will have the word spread around town quickly.” He ran his hands through his still damp hair, “Shit! I just wanted to warn you what you might have to face when you go back to work tomorrow.”
“I’m not going to worry about it, not now, not until I have more information,” Ike said, claiming a chair at the kitchen table. “Now, where’s that breakfast you promised me?. I want to see just how good a cook you really are.”
Four
When Mack checked in at the station the next day, he received a cool reception from some of his colleagues. He had a suspicion that they knew about what was going on between him and Ike. They didn’t say anything, but after the phone call, he suspected something was up.
At the end of the shift, Mack walked into the locker room to change and all conversation ceased. Now, he knew the other firemen must have been talking about him. Not one looked him in the face or offered a greeting.
I’m not going to kiss anyone’s ass here. If this is how they want it, this is how it will be. It didn’t take Mack long to shower and dress. He left the room and heard laughter following him into the hallway. He’d always thought most of the men at the station were honest. Boy, was I wrong about that.
On the drive home, he tried to figure out who at the firehouse could have found out about his relationship with Ike. The only one that came to mind was Joe. Joe was the firehouse gossip and made sure he spread the word whether it was true or not.
When he got home, he saw Ike’s car. Mack walked in the house and smelled the aroma of food cooking.
“This is a surprise,” Mack said, coming up behind Ike and wrapping his arms around him. He kissed his neck with a feather light stroke.
Ike turned in his arms and faced Mack. Without saying a word, his mouth lowered and Ike took possession of Mack’s waiting lips. The kiss started gently, but soon changed to one filled with a passion that each man felt for the other. Ike pulled back and looked into Mack’s face.
“How’d your day go?” Ike eyed Mack’s face.
“I didn’t get a warm reception, if that’s what you mean. When I walked into the locker room, everyone stopped talking, and when I left, I could hear laughter and snickers filling the room.”
“The same here, but I wouldn’t worry about it.” Ike shrugged his broad shoulders. “It’s none of those guys business what we do in our personal time.”
“You’re right,” Mack agreed. “Let’s forget about them. What smells so good?”
“Have a seat and I’ll bring everything over to the table.” Mack didn’t hesitate; he walked over to a chair and sat.
Mack couldn’t believe the amount of food Ike removed from the oven. He carried different side dishes from the refrigerator to add to the array already filling the table. “Let’s dig in, I’m starved,” Ike said, claiming a chair across from Mack.
The meal passed pleasantly, but each man knew what was in the back of the other’s mind: what was going to take place in the bedroom