Tailor’s Hands
Romance short. A newly out man falls for a local tailor.
3k, M/M, rated M. Sweet and short, some bantering back and forth, some shyness and sillinness, some cute cats! Featuring Pothos Hearn. Adapted from a TweetFic.
Davis has been in the closet all his life. That’s what they call it, closeted.
His mother would never have accepted it if she’d known, always hoped and prayed every day that he’d finally meet a girl and settle down with her, and if he’d ever have let on what he was… Well, she’d have died earlier than she did, and he couldn’t bear it, the idea. He’d loved her, truly, he had.
She’s been in the ground three weeks when he first goes into a gay bar. He’s forty-six years old and he feels like he’s entering a whole new world, a new society — no one recognises him, but he still feels their gazes on him, feels late to the party.
Another man his age calls him “sweetheart” when he says hello, slips into the seat beside him at the bar, and a few minutes later his hand is on Davis’ knee, and Davis is giggling, giddy, can’t get over it.
He experiments. He plays.
It’s so much easier than he ever dreamed it would be, no matter that he’s so late at this, no matter that it’s all so new.
