My Girlfriend Who Works At a Gaybar

"I'm okay," he insisted, putting it into the DVD player. He sat down, far away from Alex.

Alex scooted closer, so he was almost in Rosario's lap. He leaned his head against his shoulder.

"Rosario," he asked sweetly, "are you a virgin?"

He swallowed nervously, rubbing his neck. Should he lie?

"I can't have sex until after marriage!" he insisted.

"Ah," he said, laughing. "Christian and all, that's right. I lost mine when I was a teen, but I'm a little pickier now. I prefer to give it out only in relationships, ya know? I like when it's special."

"Oh, alright," he replied, smiling. "But this is our first date so we're not in a relationship yet."

Rosario was totally safe.

"Do you want to be in a relationship?" he asked, walking his fingers up Rosario's arm. "I do like you, you know."

"L-let's just see how this goes..." he said, smiling nervously. "Okay?"

"Oh, of course," he said, rubbing Rosario's arm. "I just wanted to know if you want something serious, or something casual. Either is fine."

"Serious," he replied immediately. "Serious, of course. Always serious."

"Oh," he said, kissing him on the cheek. "In that case, I will definitely put out when the time comes...if this works out, that is."

He nodded, smiling.

"I only date to find the one I'm going to marry," he replied. It was a complete lie.

"Haha, you'd actually fly out to New York or something just to marry me?" He asked, nuzzling him. "Okay. I like you a lot. Tell you what, do you mind if I slip into something more comfortable?"

He stood up and coyly toyed with his earring. "Since it's just us at ho me, it's fine, right?"

"That's fine," he said, smiling painfully. He was terrified of what that could mean. The last time he had been on a date and someone had asked them that, they came back out wearing nothing but a condom.

He winked and hurried to the bedroom, giggling on the way there. When he emerged, he wore a short, clingy nightgown and a robe.

He sat in Rosario's lap and smiled. "How's this?" he asked.

In a lot of ways, this was no better.

"Please don't," he replied, awkwardly pushing Alex onto the couch next to him. He stood up, pacing for a second before he awkwardly asked, "can I use your restroom."

Alex was about to answer when he noticed the bulge in Rosario's pants. He bit his lip, chuckling nervously.

"...Oh. Do you need to get off?"

"No!" he exclaimed, turning so he wasn't facing him. He decided to take that as a yes, as he scurried off to find the bathroom. He locked himself inside and leaned against the door. He didn't want to jerk off, and he wasn't wet, so he assumed it would probably go away soon, granted he didn't get wet.

Alex knocked on the door after a while.

"Are you okay in there? Do you need help?"

"I'm fine!" he said, awkwardly glancing down at himself. Yeah, he was fine. He didn't need help. He was fine. He opened the door, smiling like nothing had happened. "Movie, please."

"All better?" he asked, smiling awkwardly. "I could've helped, you know."

He ran a hand over Rosario's chest. "It's not a big deal. I understand."

He jumped, almost backing himself into the wall again.

"I didn't," he insisted. "Please, let's watch a movie. Please."

He frowned, confused.

"...But you were--" Before he could finish, the doorbell rang.

"...I should get that," he murmured, fastening his robe and hurrying to the door.

Rosario sighed with relief, taking his wallet out.

"I'll pay, alright?"

"Oh, cool!" said Alex, taking the pizza from the man, "They gave us a free DVD of Titanic! Wanna watch it? To Wong Foo is pretty much over anyway."

"Titanic?" He asked, feeling a sinking feeling in his chest even as he handed the pizza guy his money. He hastily told him to just keep the change and slammed the door.

"...I think I have to go home."