Coming Home

I had never in my life thought that I would have a meeting with a metal god. Never did I think that metal god would be the one to ask me to have a meeting with him. Matthew "M. Shadows" Sanders was basically on the same level of James Hetfield or Lemmy now. Avenged Sevenfold were the gods, and I was somehow involved in their life.

For some unknown reason, I was trying to dress to impress this man. Why was I wanting to impress a man who were cut-off shirts and jeans every day? I don't think Matt knew how to dress in anything else. It would be insanity to see him in a suit, and now I wanted to see him in a suit.

Sighing, I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a thirty-six year old man trying to impress another thirty-six year old man. I was a decorated former Marine who wanted to impress a man. Why? Because if I was being honest with myself, I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to like me more than anything.

So much of me wanted to say it was because Rae used to be in love with him. But I knew what the truth was. It was a truth I had been trying to hide since I joined the Marine Corps. The thing was I grew up in the Don't Ask, Don't Tell era. Any hint of being unlike your fellow Marine, and you were out. Your entire career was wasted; your entire life was wasted. Why? Because those Marines sensed weakness. And in their minds, back in those days, being anything but straight was a weakness.

I cracked my neck. Just thinking about those days made my entire body tense up. I had always known that my place in the Marines was tentative. I was not like them, not like how the appeared to be that is. If it hadn't been for the Obama era, I don't think I would even be able to think it.

Pressing on some light cologne, I took a deep breath. I had faced battle, war, terror. I could handle a man who was a metal god. Whatever he wanted to talk to me about, I could handle it. And I would handle it without letting my attraction to him get in the way.

I loved women, but I also loved men. I liked women more... their asses, breasts, those damn waists and legs, the way they fit under you. But men.... there was something about fucking a man who was just as strong as you that made you feel something a woman just didn't. FUCK. This was not something I should be thinking about. I was with Rae. I wanted to be with Rae.
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Matt sat at the table, sunglasses on. He was wearing a Slayer shirt and black jeans. I had to fight not to lick my lips at the sight of his arms out. I knew I had big arms, but his were like fucking Batman's.

"Hey," I said, shaking his hand firmly.

He flashed his dimples. "Thanks for meeting with me, Charlie. I know that it may be a little weird for me to invite you here." We sat down across from each other.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that. What's this about?" I wanted to cut to the chase so I didn't have to be in his intoxicating presence for too long. I was a grown ass man. Why was this man affecting me so much?

"That's fair. I don't really know how to put this." Matt looked down at his hands. "I honestly didn't expect you to actually want to meet with you. The way that I treat the woman you are in love with is just unacceptable, but the thing is that I am in love with her too." His hazel eyes met mine.

I cocked an eyebrow. "I knew that. It's so clear on your face whenever you look at her. It's so clear that you love her even though every other part of you except your heart is telling you that you don't. So, what is this about, Matt?"

He rubbed a hand over his face. "Look, Charlie, I'm really nervous, okay? I don't know how you are going to handle what I'm about to ask. I don't know if you're even going to be able to look me in the eyes. I just wanted to ease into the conversation. This isn't easy for me, to come to the man someone I'm in love with is in love with.

"Charlie, I really don't know how to put this. I... I'm a grown man, a former SEAL, and I can't even form the words I need right now. This is painful to come to you. You're probably going to hit me in the fucking face." His eyes met mine and pierced into me.

"Matt, just ask it. The way you're talking makes me feel like I'm gonna need to punch you in the face."

He chuckled. "The thing is... I like men just as much as I like women. I don't want to break you and Rae up. What kind of man would that make me? But I did want to ask you something that may make you uncomfortable."

My mouth dropped open. Was Matt bisexual? Was that what I was really hearing? This man that made men and women swoon was bisexual? There really was a god wasn't there?

"I want to see if the three of us can make a relationship work," Matt said, dimples popping slightly.

Notes

Alright, I'm sorry that I have been MIA lately. I have been having some terrible medical problems and just needed to focus on me for a hot minute and not writing. Don't worry, I am okay. I am doing fine. Enjoy this loves!