Rocco nudges my arm. “Maybe he should talk to Bishop. Age is nothing but a number, right?”
“As long as he’s legal. Maybe there’s another reason.”
Tristan grins. “Yeah, maybe, but I’m pretty persistent when I want something. Dad taught me to go after what I want. Or who.”
I swallow hard then shift my attention to the coffee. “I’m sure when you get to college you’ll have plenty of choices.”
“That’s what I keep telling him,” Rocco says. “College was awesome.”
Tristan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I don’t plan to fuck my way through campus though. Like I said, I’m picky.”
“I hope you’re not looking to settle down,” I throw in. “Youth is for having fun and experimenting. You should take full advantage of that. I wasn’t even out at your age.”
“Same,” Rocco adds. “I had just met your mom and was still convinced it was a phase. You’re lucky to know already and have a group of friends where you can just be yourself.”
Tristan stares into his mug for a moment. “I guess you’re both right. I have no idea what it feels likes to deny myself or my feelings or feel like I have to hide.” He sips his coffee. “But I don’t know, guys my age are fun to drink with, but annoying as fuck to date. It’s rare that I even feel attracted to someone enough to fuck. Even when I get to that point, it’s usually lame. I feel like dating older guys might be my thing.”
“There are older guys at college,” Rocco says, patting his hand.
“Yeah.” I pour another mug of coffee.
“Were you married before, Bishop?”
I shake my head. “No. I fucked plenty of chicks back when I was your age until about twenty-one, I guess.”
“What happened then?”
“Met a guy I really liked. Ended up dating exclusively. I knew then I was gay and couldn’t go back to women. So I told my family and that was that.”
“What happened with him?”
Rocco smacks his arm. “God, you’re nosy.”
Tristan shrugs. “Just curious. I know your story. I’m interested in someone else’s.”
“It’s okay, Rocco.” I exhale slowly. “It’s not that exciting. We dated for a year and then he just decided we weren’t going anywhere so he ended it. I found out later he met someone and wanted to date him.”
“But the fucker came back,” Rocco mutters, sipping his coffee.
I nod. “Yeah, like six months later, he wanted me back, but by then I was enjoying life. He broke my heart, but it was good he did that. I met some really great people and had amazing experiences.” I grin. “Sex too. Lots of sex.”
Tristan fixes his eyes on mine. “That’s why older guys are attractive. You’ve been through shit, but mostly, you know how to fuck.”
My eyes meet Rocco’s just as he looks at me. His brow furrows, shifting his attention to Tristan. “Are you flirting with Bishop?”
A slow smile spreads across Tristan’s lips. “I guess I was a little. I mean, he’s hot, dad.” He laughs softly. “Obviously, you wouldn’t be interested in me for lots of reasons.”
“Right.” I sip my coffee, hoping the conversation changes quickly.
“Too bad you’re my son. I bet that’s the only thing holding Bishop back.”
I laugh softly, completely uncomfortable. “Well, he is your son, so…”
“So, if I wasn’t? You’d date a guy only eighteen?”
“I don’t know if I would use the word date.”
Rocco laughs. “When’s the last time you even went on a date?”
