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…Drake nearly choked on a sip of wine. He blinked a few times.
“You didn’t seriously consider porn, did you?”
Jay shrugged, reddening a little. “For a little bit. There’s a site in
Europe that has lots of hot young guys doing pretty much everything.
And the idea of being paid for sex was sort of interesting.”
Clenching his teeth, Drake took a moment to think why the idea of
Jay involved in porn bothered him so much. He knew of the site Jay
referenced. Jay was the perfect type for that site, as a matter of fact.
But Jay engaging in mass orgies for the camera made him uneasy.
“Well, glad you didn’t get involved in that,” Drake said, neutrally.
“What about the commercials? What happened with your boyfriend?”
Jay downed the rest of his glass of wine and gestured to Drake’s
with a flick of his head. “Want some more?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Jay stood and grabbed Drake’s glass on his way by to the kitchen.
Drake followed him inside to check on the appetizers in the oven.
“What happened was,” Jay said, pouring wine into each of their
glasses, “he abused me. Used to beat the crap out of me. My family
finally got me away from him.”
“Fuck. I hope you reported the bastard to the police.”
“I did, but they didn’t do much. They acted like I was crazy
complaining my boyfriend beat me. He never touched my face, saying
that’s why he was with me, but he’d beat me other places where it was
easier to hide.”
The idea of someone doing that to Jay enraged Drake. Made him
want to punch something…
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At Long Last
The Beach House
The Best Gift
Car Wash
Galaxy’s Heart
The “His” Series
Hitting It Big
The Impersonator
Jake’s Regret
Lawyers In Love
Lost Between
Manfred’s Curse
More Than Anything
More Than Enough
Most Likely To Succeed
The “Only” Series
The Other Side
Pieces
Pulling Apart
Pulling Away
Sorcerer’s Lover, I & II
The Squire
Still The One
Sweet Reunion
Ticket To Ride
Twice In A Lifetime
Until The End Of Time
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Copyright © 2012 by Shawn Lane
ISBN 978-1-61124-259-1
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PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
To Cass, for the idea
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CHAPTER 1
“Did you really just turn down a date with that guy?” Geoffrey
Ridgley asked his best friend, Jay Anderson. Geoff’s eyes were
wide, bugged out, like maybe from a cartoon. Well, maybe not that
much.
Jay watched the man, an admittedly good-looking muscular
beach type, like a lifeguard or something, walk away toward the
tropical-themed bar. The man sat on the barstool he’d previously
occupied before weaving his way to his and Geoff’s table.
Jay picked up an onion ring and dipped it in pineapple mango
sauce. He turned his attention back to Geoff.
“Well, yeah, I guess I did.”
“Dude, you’re hopeless. That guy is hot.” Geoff blushed to the
roots of his dark hair. “Or I’d think so if I was gay.”
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Jay rolled his eyes. “Right. Actually he is pretty hot, but I’m
just, you know, not ready to date right now.”
Geoff picked up his hamburger. This was their regular Friday
lunch get-together. Every other Friday they met at Poppy’s
Hawaiian Grill in West Hollywood. Opposite Fridays they usually
met at a pizza place they both liked.
Jay and Geoff had been practically raised together, living
across the street from each other as boys. Geoff had been the first
one Jay had come out to in junior high. Now, Geoff was in college
getting his political science degree with plans to eventually go into
law. He had a perky, pretty blonde girlfriend.
Jay, on the other hand, had decided not to go to college. He’d
barely managed to make it through high school. At the moment,
Jay worked in the cosmetics department of a large department
store.
“You make it sound like you just had a tragic breakup or your
lover died or something,” Geoff said. “Not ready to date. You’re
just hung up on your neighbor.”
Well, yeah.
Jay rested his chin in his hand and moved onion rings around
his plate. “Maybe. He’s twice as hot as that guy was anyhow. But
you know, I want to know something.”
“What?” Geoff spoke around a big mouthful of burger.
“Well, that guy came over here to ask me out, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
Jay shrugged. “How’d he know I was gay? It’s not like I’m
wearing a pink shirt emblazoned with a rainbow or anything.”
Geoff laughed. “No, but you might as well be.”
“Huh?”
“Jay, you are as slim and pretty as a girl. I bet if we asked
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everyone in this restaurant if they thought you were gay they’d all
say yes.” Geoff shrugged. “Besides, we eat here a lot and I think
I’ve seen that guy here before. He’s been scoping you out for a
while.”
Jay frowned. “Eavesdropping you think?” He glanced back at
the man sitting at the bar.
“Could be. Anyway, it’s not the first time you’ve set off gaydar
and you know it.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Jay conceded. “It’s not like I’m trying or
anything.”
“I know.”
“And anyway, how come he didn’t think we were a couple?”
“For one thing, we act more like friends than boyfriends. And
for another, Tammy’s joined us here a few times. He’s probably
seen her with me.”
Jay narrowed his eyes. “Damn it, I hate when you make sense.”
Geoff chuckled. “Annoying, isn’t it?”
“God yes.”
“You should go out with him. Getting laid might do you some
good.”
“I don’t know. I guess maybe if he asks again I might.”
It wasn’t as though his neighbor was remotely interested in Jay.
And Jay happened to know the man was gay. Still not interested.
They were just friends. Just his luck.
“What are you and Tammy doing tonight?”
Geoff squirmed. “Funny you should ask. We’re having dinner
at her parents’ house so I can meet them.”
“Oh. Wow. Getting pretty serious between you two, huh?”
“Yes. So, needless to say I’m really nervous.”
Jay smiled and waved his hand. “Don’t worry, they’ll love
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you.”
“Hope so.” Geoff smirked. “You wouldn’t want to come with
me, would you?”
He choked on the sip of iced tea he had just taken. “What?”
“I wouldn’t have so much pressure if you were there. Everyone
thinks you’re adorable They’d be oohing and ahhing over you
instead of scrutinizing me.”
He rolled his eyes. “First of all, no way, you’re on your own.
And second of all, Tammy didn’t invite me.”
“She would if I asked her. She loves you.”
Jay snorted. “Forget it. I have plans anyway.”
Ah, crap.
He had not meant to say that. Now Geoff would ask questions.
“Yeah? What plans?” Geoff stuffed the last bite of his
hamburger in his mouth.
Sighing, Jay pushed his plate away. “It’s no big deal. I’m
watching a marathon of some movies.”
His friend smirked. “Alone?”
Jay shrugged and mumbled, “There may be a neighbor joining
me.”
“What?”
“A neighbor might be coming over.”
“Uh-huh. Any neighbor I know?”
He huffed. “Fine. Drake Hanover is coming over. Happy?”
Geoff smiled at the waitress who handed him the check. “No,
Jay. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Why isn’t it?”
“You’re hung up on him. Maybe you should stay away from
him so you don’t get hurt. Just something to think about.”
“I’m not going to jump him or anything, Geoff.”
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“I know that. As long as you stay away from alcohol anyway.
You get really friendly when you drink, Jay.”
Jay felt his face grow hot. “Shut up. Anyway, I’m not going to
drink. I’ll have tea or something.”
Geoff sighed and took out his wallet. “All right. Just be careful.
I know you can be sensitive.”
“Whatever.”
His friend laughed, then waved away Jay’s money. “I’m
buying this week. Have you ever thought of just asking him out?”
“He’s not interested. Trust me.”
“How do you know?”
“Just some things he’s said to me.”
Geoff frowned. “What? What has he said to you? Do I need to
kick his ass?”
“Oh, for God’s sake.” Jay stood. “I don’t need you to kick
anyone’s ass for me. He just said there are a lot of men who go for
my type so he’s sure I’ll find a boyfriend soon. Making it very
clear he wasn’t one of those men. It’s okay. We can just be
friends.”
“Okay.”
They walked out to the parking lot and to their cars with a
promise from Geoff that he would call tomorrow to let him know
how Tammy’s parents’ dinner went.
* * *
Jay got off work a little late since he’d been helping an older
woman pick out the perfect shade of lipstick. Now he had to rush
out of the department store and over to the supermarket to buy
snacks for his marathon with Drake.
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He hurried past the jewelry department, resisting the urge to
stop and survey the latest bling. Past the perfume, past the shoes.
Almost to the exit.
“Jay! Wait!”
He froze, recognizing the voice of his co-worker, Franny.
Franny, a freakishly tall, thin, pretty black girl, gestured to him
to come to her accessories department. All right, maybe she wasn’t
freakishly tall. But she was taller than Jay.
Biting his lip, Jay turned to walk the few feet into her display
area.
“Franny, I’m off work.”
“I know, I figured. Listen.” She grabbed his arm, her long,
polished nails sinking in. “Guess what came in today?”
Jay sighed. “I don’t know. Belts?”
She giggled. “No. Would I call you over here for some old
belts?”
“Well, maybe if they were sequined.”
Franny snorted. “Scarves, Jay. A ton of new scarves.”
He blinked, licked his lips. “Scarves? Really? Where?”
Her smile was triumphant, but Jay didn’t care. He wanted to
see the new scarves. Damn, he loved scarves. They were his
favorite accessory.
She pulled him along. “There’s one in particular I just know
you will die for.”
And then he saw the display of scarves. Knit scarves. Silk
scarves. Polyester scarves. Of every color. His eyes widened.
“Wait. You haven’t even seen the one I’m talking about.”
Franny hurried behind the display. “I hid it so you could see it.”
Jay reached for a pink and orange knit scarf. He wrapped it
around his neck and stopped to admire it in the nearby mirror.
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Franny appeared in the mirror holding the most stunning water
color silk scarf he’d ever seen. Blue, purple, green and pink. He
threw the knit scarf in the general direction of the display and
reached for the water color scarf, his fingers smoothing along the
sinfully silky material.
“Isn’t it to die for?” Franny demanded.
“Yes!” Jay wrapped it around himself, admiring it.
“It looks like it was made for you. You have to get it.”
He nodded. “How much is it?”
“Eighty-five.”
Instantly his excitement faded. Reality set in and he blinked.
The old Jay would have bought it, anyway, even though he knew
he couldn’t afford it. Worried about how he would pay his bills
later. But he’d been determined to be more responsible.
He removed the scarf and handed it to her. “I can barely afford
my one-bedroom apartment as it is.”
“Ah, come on, Jay. It’s perfect.”
“It’s beautiful, Franny. But no.”
“But you love scarves.”
“I know.”
Franny frowned. “When was the last time you bought a new
one?”
“Last month. It was half the price of this one and I shouldn’t
have bought it. I had to eat ramen noodles for two weeks straight.”
“If I loan you the money—”
“I’d still have to pay you eventually. No. And in fact, I have to
go. I’ve got to stop at the grocery store and I’m already running
late.” He smiled. “Thanks for thinking of me. The scarf is
beautiful.”
Jay turned away, ignoring her pout, and walked determinedly
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toward the store exit. He couldn’t give in. And besides he had
plenty of scarves at home.
He found his car in the parking lot, grabbed the scarf he wasn’t
allowed to wear at the store and wrapped it around him, and then
headed for the store nearest his apartment. But the traffic was
horrendous. He swore all of West Hollywood was against him.
Yeah, he supposed he was foolish to get all excited over a
platonic date with Drake. The guy of his dreams. Unfortunately,
he’d been dreaming about it forever because it just wasn’t going to
happen.
Finally, having spent thirty dollars on chips, dip, and little
appetizers, Jay made it home. He lived in an old building that had
been built like centuries ago. Well, maybe not that long, but Jay
had no idea when it was built. Just well before his time, anyway.
It was an old converted hotel, and some of the old-timers
claimed it was haunted, which Jay cheerfully ignored. His
apartment was on the second floor, and the elevator almost never
worked, so he didn’t even bother heading toward the elevator and
made his way immediately to the stairwell.
Jay opened the door that led off from the stairwell to the second
floor landing, turning to go down the long hallway to the end
where his apartment was situated. Last one on the right on this
floor. Drake’s was the apartment just before his. Drake stood
outside Jay’s door, raising his fist to knock.
“Oh, Drake. Sorry, I’m late.” Jay hurried down the hall giving
Drake an apologetic smile.
Drake returned the smile, his gaze dropping first to the grocery
bags in Jay’s hand and then to the lemon-lime scarf around Jay’s
neck. “It’s okay. New scarf?”
Jay stuck his key in the lock. “Oh, no. I got this one a couple
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months ago. I did see a to- die-for one today at the store.” He
stepped aside to let Drake inside.
Drake was Jay’s dream man in every way. Tall, probably close
to six foot, muscular, dark hair, dark eyes, a little scruffy around
the edges. He knew Drake made a living as a homicide detective
and it showed with his rugged handsomeness. At least to Jay it did.
Plus Drake was a great guy, kind, sexy, interesting. And gay.
Apparently he had terrible taste in men, though.
Jay headed straight for the kitchen. “I got us some snacks.
Chips and dip. I got stuff to make guacamole, too, if we want.” He
pulled out boxes from one of the bags. “And these little appetizer
thingies. I know they’re kind of frou-frou, but they sounded good.”
Drake stopped just inside the door of his apartment and
grimaced. Jay noticed he had his cell phone in his hand.
“We don’t have to have them if you don’t like them,” Jay said,
biting his lip.
“No, it’s not that.” Drake sighed. “Actually, I was coming over
to ask if we could have a rain check for tonight.”
And just like that, every ounce of excitement and good mood
was gone. Jay swallowed, feeling like a total idiot.
“Oh.”
“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just my friend Ross broke up with his
boyfriend and he asked me to go over to his place,” Drake said,
shifting awkwardly.
Jay nodded. “All right. It’s okay. I mean, we just made these
plans because neither of us had anything to do, and now you do, so
it’s fine. No big deal.”
He turned away, opened his freezer, and shoved the boxes of
little appetizers inside. Or tried to, anyway. The boxes were
surprisingly bulky and his freezer, not surprisingly, was tiny. He
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shoved harder, trying to make them fit, but all that did was cause
the boxes to come crashing down on his feet.
“Jay.”
Jay bent down to pick up the boxes. He was sorely tempted to
throw them in the trash, anyhow.
“Jay, give me a moment, okay? I’ll be right back,” Drake said,
then slipped out the front door into the hall.
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CHAPTER 2
Drake raised his cell phone to his ear. “Listen, Ross, I really
can’t cancel my plans after all.”
Ross Mendolson snorted. “What? Why?”
He glanced toward Jay’s closed apartment door and stepped
down the hall, a little away from the apartment. He hated telling
Ross he couldn’t come over. He’d been in love with Ross most of
his life. They’d been lovers years ago, broke up over something
stupid, and now Ross was free of his latest boyfriend once more.
“The thing of it is, the guy I had plans with is sort of sensitive
and I think he’s really hurt by my canceling on him.”
“Hmm. I thought you said this guy was just a friend.”
“Oh, he is.” Jay was way too young for him. Sweet and pretty,
but a good ten years younger than him. “But I think he’s pretty
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lonely. We planned this a while ago and I don’t think he really has
many friends.”
“But I need you, Drake. I can’t believe Stan walked out on
me.”
Drake leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes, thinking
about Ross and his on-again off-again boyfriend, Stan. “He’s done
it before.”
“I know, but he was so insistent that this time it’s over.” Ross’s
voice wavered. “I don’t know what I’ll do if he means it this time.”
“I’ll come over first thing tomorrow morning. We’ll have
breakfast,” Drake said. “I’m sorry.”
“Fine.” Ross sighed. “Are you sure this guy is just a friend?”
“Definitely. He’s not my type, too young.”
“Come over as soon as you can in the morning. You still have
your key?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Make me breakfast.”
Drake smiled. “All right, deal. Again, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me too. See you tomorrow.”
And Ross hung up.
He blew out a breath and tried to remind himself he was being
a good friend giving up the opportunity to be with Ross tonight.
Part of him knew he was stupid to go running over to Ross’s house
anyway. If Stan came back, Ross would take him. It was a pattern
for the two of them and, really, it was a pattern for Drake to always
be there for Ross when Stan dumped him.
Besides, running over to Ross’s wasn’t necessarily a guarantee
of anything. Ross and Stan had broken up three other times over
the last year and, yeah, usually sex was involved, even though
Drake knew he shouldn’t give into Ross.
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But this time might be different.
Stupid.
Drake had been devastated when Ross had taken Stan back last
time. Crying and telling Drake he was sorry but he loved Stan.
Now, here he was all over again.
Shaking his head, Drake straightened from the wall, pocketed
his cell phone and walked back to Jay’s front door. Tapping lightly
on it, he turned the knob and stepped back inside.
“Sorry about that,” Drake said with a smile.
Jay stood on the balcony of his apartment, the sliding glass
door left open, as he looked out over the street below. He still wore
the lemon-lime wool scarf around his neck, but he had changed
from his work clothes and now wore what looked like painted on
jeans accentuating his cute bubble butt and a thin white T-shirt. He
faced away from Drake so he wasn’t sure if the shirt was plain or
had writing on the front.
He frowned when he noticed the cigarette in Jay’s hand.
“Hey, I thought you didn’t smoke anymore.”
Jay turned to face him, his lips twisted, his pinked cheeks even
pinker than usual. He stubbed out the cigarette on the metal railing.
“I don’t. Not really.”
“You shouldn’t even have any in your apartment.” Drake knew
he sounded like the pompous policeman he was. He couldn’t help
it. That was him. “Come inside.”
Jay stepped back into the apartment and closed the slider. His
plump lips looked redder than normal, like he’d been chewing on
them. “I thought you were leaving.”
“I changed my mind. I’ll go to Ross’s tomorrow instead. You
and I had plans.” Drake smiled. Jay didn’t return the smile; if
anything, he looked sadder still.
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“You didn’t have to do that. I said it was okay.”
Jay’s T-shirt had big red kissing lips on the front with the
words You Know You Want to Kiss Me above them. His golden
blond hair was a mass of curls, almost ringlets, giving him an
angelic look. Really, Jay was easily the prettiest man he’d ever
seen. He knew quite a few bears who’d practically cream in their
pants over a sweet little twink like Jay.
“I know you did, but it wasn’t okay with me. We made plans
and I’m not changing them.”
Jay nodded. “All right. Do…do you want something to drink?”
Drake smiled. “Sure. What have you got?”
Jay shrugged a little and walked into the kitchen, opening the
refrigerator. “Um. I’ve got Diet Coke, iced tea and some wine.” He
looked sheepishly back at Drake. “No beer.”
“What kind of wine you have? I’m off duty.”
“I have Chablis and a Riesling.”
“I’ll have the Riesling.”
Jay took out two wineglasses from a kitchen cabinet above the
stove and filled them with the chilled white wine. He handed one
to Drake.
“Now, how about those appetizers?”
Jay took a sip of his wine and shook his head. “You don’t
really want them.”
It was all he could do to hold back a sigh. He adored Jay, he
really did, but sometimes it took an extreme amount of patience to
deal with the brat. And in his six month acquaintance with Jay, he
had learned Jay could definitely be bratty.
“I do want them. I’m starving.” Drake went to the freezer and
took the boxes out, glanced at the oven temperature listed, and
turned the oven on to preheat. “Are you going to make the
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guacamole or am I?”
Jay stared mutinously at him for a moment, his full lips almost
downturned in a pout, and then, as though he changed to a different
person, Jay suddenly smiled, a sweet, sexy as sin smile. “I’ll make
the guac; you make the dip.”
* * *
A short time later, they sat on the couch, side by side,
munching on chips, dip and guacamole while their appetizers
cooked in the oven.
“Are you sure it’s okay to eat on the couch?” Drake asked, as
he just missed spilling a glop of guacamole on the cushion.
“Oh, sure. It’s just a hand-me-down old sofa from my sister. I
think one of her kids barfed on it when he was a baby.”
Drake grimaced. “You need a new couch.”
Jay laughed. “Yeah, I need a lot of new things I can’t afford.”
“You could go back to school.”
“College costs money, too. Besides, I never got really good
grades when I was in school.” Jay lifted his long skinny legs and
rested them on the coffee table. “I was incredibly average.”
“You average? I find that hard to believe.”
The sweet smile laced with just a smidge of sexiness was back.
“It’s true. How about you? Were you good in school?”
“You mean a million years ago?” Drake laughed. Hell, in three
years, he’d get notices about his twentieth high school reunion.
Which reminded him he had a good ten years on Jay. “I had a 3.6
GPA.”
Jay sighed. “Figures.”
“Okay, so college isn’t for you. How about something else?
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Trade school? Chef school?”
“Dude, you don’t remember when I tried to make you dinner?”
He winced. Yeah, he did remember, unfortunately. Jay had
been making some kind of chicken spaghetti skillet thing that he’d
burned beyond recognition. He’d made it in Drake’s apartment and
it took him days to get rid of the burned food smell. Never mind
waving frantically at the smoke alarms when they’d screeched
loudly during the disaster.
Drake nodded and drank some wine. “Yeah, okay. You could
try the police academy.”
Jay laughed. “Seriously? Do I look like cop material to you?”
Well, he couldn’t deny in his years on the force he’d not seen
anyone who looked remotely like Jay. Although for a second, his
mind imagined Jay in a sexy policeman’s stripper costume
threatening to arrest him.
“Point taken.” Drake cleared his throat. “Still there must be
better paying jobs than the department store.”
“Oh, I’m sure. But there’s a chance I can make assistant
manager some day. That would be cool.”
“Yeah, that would be. With looks like yours I’m surprised you
didn’t go into modeling or acting.”
“I thought about it at one time,” Jay admitted. “My first
boyfriend directed commercials. And then he also knew a guy who
produced porn.”
Drake nearly choked on a sip of wine. He blinked a few times.
“You didn’t seriously consider porn, did you?”
Jay shrugged, reddening a little. “For a little bit. There’s a site
in Europe that has lots of hot young guys doing pretty much
everything. And the idea of being paid for sex was sort of
interesting.”
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Clenching his teeth, Drake took a moment to think why the
idea of Jay involved in porn bothered him so much. He knew of the
site Jay referenced. Jay was the perfect type for that site, as a
matter of fact. But Jay engaging in mass orgies for the camera
made him uneasy.
“Well, glad you didn’t get involved in that,” Drake said,
neutrally. “What about the commercials? What happened with
your boyfriend?”
Jay downed the rest of his glass of wine and gestured to
Drake’s with a flick of his head. “Want some more?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Jay stood and grabbed Drake’s glass on his way by to the
kitchen. Drake followed him inside to check on the appetizers in
the oven.
“What happened was,” Jay said, pouring wine into each of their
glasses, “he abused me. Used to beat the crap out of me. My family
finally got me away from him.”
“Fuck. I hope you reported the bastard to the police.”
“I did, but they didn’t do much. They acted like I was crazy
complaining my boyfriend beat me. He never touched my face,
saying that’s why he was with me, but he’d beat me other places
where it was easier to hide.”
The idea of someone doing that to Jay enraged Drake. Made
him want to punch something. But he didn’t want to show anger to
Jay, because he wasn’t mad at him, so Drake blew out a breath.
“I’m sorry. But I’m glad you got away from him. I think the food
is done.”
Jay smiled. “Good, I’m hungry. Maybe I should have bought
more. Do you think it’s enough?”
“If not, we’ll order a pizza later. What movies are we
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watching?”
“Whatever you want. I have a lot to choose from.” Jay took a
big gulp of wine, then hiccupped. He covered his mouth. “Oops.”
Drake laughed. “Maybe you should slow down on the wine,
Jay.”
“I wasn’t going to have any,” Jay admitted. “I was going to
have tea.”
“Why?”
He bit his lip and shrugged, handing a pot holder to Drake.
“I’m, you know, not very good with alcohol. The first time I got
really drunk? I did something very stupid.”
Drake frowned as he took the little mushroom puffs out of the
oven. “You didn’t drink and drive, did you?”
Jay rolled his eyes. “No, officer.”
“Then what?”
“Well, I was at a party and I offered blow jobs to all the guys
who were there.” Jay turned dark crimson. He bowed his head and
turned away.
Drake swallowed, pushing away the image of Jay on his knees
offering Drake a blow job because he’d had too many glasses of
wine. Jay was a friend and Drake loved Ross, he reminded himself.
“I see.”
“I know.” Jay sighed.
“Did…they didn’t take you up on it, did they?”
Jay bit his lip and nodded. “Some did, yeah,” he whispered.
Drake opened his mouth to say Jay needed a keeper, but
decided that sounded exactly like something an older cop would
say to a hot young twink and he wasn’t going to go there. Instead,
he took out the other tray of appetizers, little mini-quiches. “Paper
plates?”
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CHAPTER 3
Jay decided halfway through his third glass of wine that he
definitely shouldn’t have poured the third one. Or the second one,
probably. Hell, now that he really thought about it, he should have
stuck to tea. He was horny and fidgety. And he so needed to
behave himself.
He watched Drake out of the corner of his eye. The man
seemed fixated on the movie, which was good. Jay didn’t want him
to notice that Jay was fixated on him.
They’d decided to watch a mix of movies instead of going with
one particular theme and right now they were watching Apollo 13.
Seemed safe and non-sexy enough. Jay needed something that
wouldn’t make him feel all gooey romantic.
Jay shifted subtly closer to Drake on the couch. Or he thought
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it was subtle. In his inebriated state he might well be mistaken.
That gave him pause, so he frowned at his wineglass. While it was
true he’d never met Ross, Drake’s friend, Jay hated him just the
same.
He knew all about Ross. All about how once Ross had been
Drake’s boyfriend and how Drake still wanted him. And how Ross
always jerked Drake around. But Drake let him.
Jay took another sip of wine. Or was it a gulp? Great, now he
was drinking while depressed. That could only lead to bad shit.
“So, tell me about this scarf you liked. You didn’t buy it?”
Drake’s voice made him jump a bit since he thought the man
had been engrossed in the ordeal of the astronauts.
Drake smiled at him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s okay.” Jay swirled the wine in his glass. “It was a
beautiful water color scarf with blues and greens and purples. I
loved it. But no, I didn’t buy it.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause it was eighty-five bucks.” Jay grimaced. “It’s at the
store and my co-worker, Franny, showed it to me. She tried to talk
me into getting it, but I can’t afford that.”
Just like that his mood went down further still and he finished
the remainder of the wine in his glass. Drake reached over and
took the glass from his hand.
“I think that’s probably enough, Jay. Your face is all red.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I tend to get red when I drink, too. Damn
fair skin.”
“There’s nothing wrong with not being a big drinker, believe
me.” Drake stood and carried both empty wineglasses out to the
kitchen. “You need more to eat? We could still call for that pizza
you mentioned earlier.”
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He probably ought to eat more. It might stop him from
throwing himself at Drake. What a disaster that would be. If he
could keep from throwing himself at the delivery dude, so much
the better.
“Jay?”
“Oh. Yeah, maybe a pizza would be a good idea.” Ah, but crap,
he didn’t have any cash lying around and he’d already probably
put more on his debit card than he had in the bank when he went to
the store.
Drake had his cell phone out, ready to call.
“Um, maybe there’s something we can fix here,” he blurted
out.
His friend frowned and Jay couldn’t blame him. He’d just
shouted out those words like he was yelling fire or something. No
more drinking, Jay reminded himself.
“You don’t want a pizza? Don’t you claim pizza is one of the
food groups?”
Oh, sure fine time to bring up what a dork he was. Jay rolled
his eyes.
He shrugged. Or he thought he did. Wasn’t sure. “I’m not as
hungry as I thought.”
“What’s really going on?”
Jay slouched. “Fine. I don’t have a lot of funds right now so I
can’t pay for a pizza. Happy?”
“Yes.” Drake turned his back and spoke into the phone to order
a pizza. When he finished, he turned back. “I never said you had to
pay. I’m perfectly capable of buying the pizza. Just tell me when
you can’t pay. It’s no big deal. You want money for the stuff you
bought at the store?”
And just like that Drake was taking his wallet out.
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“No. No, I’m good.” He wasn’t probably, his account would go
into overdraft, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Drake that.
He had to have some pride. Didn’t he?
Drake walked over to where he sat on the couch and shoved
two twenty dollar bills into his hand. “Here.”
“That’s too much.”
“All right.” Drake took back one twenty and replaced it with a
ten dollar bill. “Take it. And don’t argue.”
Jay opened his mouth to do just that, in spite of Drake’s I’m a
cop, you have to do what I say voice, but noticing the very
stubborn glint in Drake’s eyes changed his mind. He clutched the
money. “Thanks.”
Drake smiled. “No worries.” And then he ruffled Jay’s hair like
he was a damn dog. He turned back toward the kitchen. “I’ll make
you some tea.”
Rolling his eyes, Jay pushed off the couch and managed to
stand. Somewhat unsteady on his feet, Jay stuffed the money in his
pocket, and went into the kitchen himself. “I can do it, you know.”
“Why is it so hard for you to let me help you?”
Jay scowled. “What? It’s not.”
Drake snorted. “Then why the hell do you fight me over every
damn thing? Is it because you think of me in an adversarial way?”
“Huh?”
Drake had Jay’s teakettle in his hand and he turned on the
water in the kitchen sink to fill it. “You know, like I’m your
domineering older brother or something.”
Oh, hell.
If Drake thinking of him as a little brother wasn’t a sobering
thought, Jay didn’t know what was. It wasn’t as though he didn’t
guess that Drake didn’t think of him at all sexually, but to have the
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words flung in his face with such finality, he just wanted to, well,
be sick.
“Fuck.” His eyes wide, Jay covered his mouth quickly as he
realized that’s exactly what was about to happen. He turned and
ran down the hall to the bathroom.
God, could he be any more embarrassing? He dropped to the
floor and upchucked into the toilet. When he was done, he
struggled to his feet and held onto the bathroom sink. He frowned
at his pale reflection.
Great.
“You look fucking fantastic,” he snarled at his own face. His
skin white, his eyes red, his hair crazy messed up like some mad
scientist. Jay doubted he’d ever looked worse. And over three
stupid glasses of wine?
He rinsed his mouth first with water, then grabbed the bottle of
Scope. Then after he’d swished that around, Jay ran his fingers
through his hair to make it at least look sort of tame. He didn’t
think he was too successful.
“Jay? You okay?” Drake asked him from outside the bathroom
door.
Jay winced. “Yeah, I’m coming out.”
He went to the door and opened it. “Uh, sorry. I’m not very
good with wine. Or any alcohol really.”
Drake smiled. “Hey, it’s okay. Come on and sit on the couch.”
Jay was a little surprised when Drake took his hand and led him
to the sofa and gently pushed him down to sit.
“I’ve got your tea made. Be right back.”
Drake came back only a few seconds later holding a steaming
mug filled with mint tea. “I thought peppermint would be good for
your stomach.”
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His eyes watered a little and Jay looked away. He wished he
had Drake around for real to worry about him, and the fact that
Drake wanted that user Ross made him unbelievably sad.
“Not fair,” he mumbled.
“Hmm?” Drake asked, sitting next to him.
“I just said it wasn’t fair I interrupted the movie.”
“Nah, it’s fine. Seen it before. Jay, if you don’t handle wine
well, how come you even have any?”
He blushed. “Well, I get them as gifts. Like at Christmas. One
of my aunts gives me wine every year. So I figure when guests
come over, I can serve it to them.”
Not that he ever had a ton of guests. He had Drake sometimes.
And Geoff and Tammy a few times. The few times he had sex, he
usually went to the other guy’s place.
Drake nodded. “Okay. But if you want my advice, I’d stay
away from it if I were you, considering everything you’ve told
me.”
Jay felt a little tempted to do the loser sign over his head, but
refrained. He was pretty sure Drake already knew it.
His doorbell rang.
“That’ll be the pizza.” Drake stood, went to the door, and came
back holding a large pizza box just a couple minutes later. “Think
you can eat some?”
“Yeah, I seem to have barfed up everything else.”
* * *
It was one in the morning before the last movie they had
decided to watch ended. Jay stood, stretched and yawned. Man, he
was beat. And would have gone to bed hours ago, probably, if
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Drake hadn’t been over. Even now when he was near dead on his
feet, he didn’t want Drake to go back to his own apartment.
Drake glanced at his watch. “I didn’t realize how late it was.
Sorry to keep you up so late.”
He smiled. “Nah, it’s okay. I can sleep in.”
“No work tomorrow? Or should I say later today?”
“Yeah, but not until late afternoon. And then I’m off Sunday,
so it’s good.” Jay walked with him to the door. “What about you?”
“I’ve got a rare weekend off,” Drake said with a big grin. “I’m
going over to Ross’s in the morning.”
He’d almost forgotten about Ross. Stupid, of course.
“Hey, I’m sorry about your plans with him.”
“Don’t worry. You and I had plans first.”
Jay nodded. “But he was having some kind of crisis, right?”
“Yeah, he broke up with his boyfriend. Again.” Drake laughed,
though Jay thought it sounded a bit forced.
“Think it’s for good this time?”
Drake sighed. “I don’t know. I hope so.”
“It’s still the judge, right?” Jay asked. He remembered Drake
telling him that Ross, an assistant district attorney, lived with a
judge.
“That’s right. On again, off again.” Drake opened Jay’s door.
“Monday I’m right back at work. There’s a homicide that might go
cold soon. We’re hoping to prevent that.”
“I hope you can. Have a good weekend, Drake.”
“You, too. You sure you’re feeling better?”
He forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Night.”
“Good night.”
And then Drake was gone, headed next door to his own
apartment. He closed and locked his door and turned off the
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overhead light in the front hallway.
Geoff had probably been right and he should have accepted the
date with the guy who’d asked him out at Poppy’s.
Idiot.
Drake was never going to see him as anything but his next door
neighbor, and if Ross broke up for good this time with the judge,
then Drake would probably be moving out of the building and in
with Ross.
Where would Jay be then? Just where he was now. Nowhere.
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CHAPTER 4
“May I help you, sir?” the young, attractive black woman asked
Drake as he surveyed the display of scarves.
Drake didn’t quite know why he’d decided to stop at the
department store where Jay worked before he made it to Ross’s
house. He supposed it was because Jay had looked so sad the night
before.
He smiled. “I’m looking to buy a scarf for a friend.”
“Oh, terrific. As you can see, we have a great selection.”
“Yes, but actually I already know the one my friend liked. It
was a water color silk scarf with a lot of colors.”
The woman, her name tag said Franny—Drake was pretty sure
this was the one Jay had mentioned—nodded. “Sure, I know the
one. What a generous gift for her.”
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He flushed. “Actually, my friend is a man.” And why had he
told her that? Really, what business was it of some store clerk who
he bought the scar for? “Anyway, do you have it?”
Franny smiled. “Yes, it’s right here.” And she took a few steps
to a display area with scarves, but they looked to be knit scarves,
and he was starting to get annoyed when she reached to the back
and pulled out a silk looking scarf of blue, purple, green and pink.
Drake could totally see Jay getting excited over such a scarf.
He didn’t get the younger man’s love for extravagant scarves, in
Southern California of all places, but just the thought of the scarf
draped around Jay’s neck had him grinning.
“Yes, that has to be the one he liked,” Drake said, taking out
his wallet. He recalled Jay said it was something like eighty
dollars. Normally he would scoff at such a thing for a flimsy scarf
and, really, he wasn’t quite sure why he was willing to pay it now.
But, hell, he wanted to get it for Jay and the reason didn’t matter.
He followed Franny to the register where she rang it up. He
tried not to wince when the charge came out to over ninety dollars
as he handed over his credit card.
“Would you like a gift box?” Franny asked.
“Yes, thanks.”
As Drake left the store and walked out to his car, he tried to
think of an occasion where he could give Jay such an expensive
present. His birthday had already passed for the year and
Christmas was still a few months away. And he wasn’t too keen on
waiting.
After leaving it in his trunk, he decided he’d just give it to Jay
next time he saw him. The hell with it.
Putting it out of his mind, Drake turned to his anticipated day
with Ross. Having been through Ross’s other breakups with
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various boyfriends, including Stan, Drake knew they’d probably
spend a good portion of the day having sex. Sure he’d always
ended up feeling used, especially when Ross inevitably didn’t
really want him and went back to whatever boyfriend, but he
couldn’t seem to break this endless cycle of always running to
Ross’s rescue.
The night before, though, when he’d put Ross off to stay with
Jay had been a first.
Drake parked his sedan in Ross’s long winding driveway, and
after turning off the engine, he studied the house. It was a three-
story mansion really. In one of the best of the best neighborhoods
in Beverly Hills. It had belonged to some old-time Hollywood
legend. Drake had forgotten who.
As an assistant district attorney, Ross couldn’t afford such a
house any more than Drake could on his detective salary. But this
house actually belonged to the judge, Stan.
It was funny to Drake that every time Stan took off after he and
Ross had a fight, Stan was the one who left his cushy house, and
Ross stayed in luxury. He supposed it showed just how much Ross
really had Stan wrapped around his finger.
Just like you.
The front door opened when he approached and Ross stood in
the doorway wearing only a bathrobe. His sapphire blue eyes were
red as though he’d been crying, his inky black hair stood on end
every which way, and his pale ivory skin was marked by two
bright pink spots on each cheek. He was breathtaking.
“What took you so damn long?” Ross demanded, his voice
laced with scorn and thick with tears. “I’ve been calling and
calling.”
Drake winced. “Sorry, I forgot to turn my phone on this
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morning.”
“Bastard,” Ross said, but pulled him inside the house and flung
his arms around Drake. Before he could say anything, Ross’s lips
were on his, his tongue demanding entrance into Drake’s mouth.
* * *
A few hours later, or at least judging by the time on the large
grandfather clock in the bedroom, Drake woke in an empty bed.
Stan and Ross’s empty bed.
He ran his hand over his eyes, rubbing sleep from them. He
could hear the sound of the shower in the master bath, so he
imagined that’s where Ross had gone.
What the fuck was he doing anyway?
He was fucking a guy who’d just barely broken up with his
boyfriend. And really, they probably hadn’t broken up, it was just a
fight. Once again he was Ross’s rebound fuck and he felt like a
piece of shit.
Because that’s what you are.
Every time Ross snapped his fingers, Drake ran to his side like
a puppy. What was it about Ross that he just couldn’t seem to let
go?
When he’d first met Ross, the man had been sweet and cute,
and easily wormed his way into Drake’s heart. Everyone’s really.
The stunningly gorgeous, vivacious, clever young man had been
very popular. And Drake had fallen hard.
It had been Ross’s decision when they were college boyfriends,
and Ross the first and only guy Drake had loved, to end their
relationship. Over a stupid jealousy thing. Ross had always been a
bit of a flirt and Drake hadn’t liked it. Ross decided they were
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better friends than lovers and, at the time, Drake had reluctantly
agreed.
Over the years, Ross had changed. Or maybe Drake noticed his
selfishness, his petulance more than he used to notice. What once
had been charming had turned annoying. Except he still couldn’t
seem to shake his feelings for Ross, and here he was once again.
He got out of bed and pulled on his jeans. It was nearing
evening, and Drake figured he probably ought to head home. But
first he wanted some answers out of Ross. It was easier to talk to
the man when he wasn’t crawling up Drake’s body.
Turning the knob of the bathroom door, Drake walked inside,
noting Ross stood under the shower spray in a large glass shower.
It was one of those fancy, expensive ones with handmade peach-
colored tiles, and clear etched glass. Probably could fit six people
in there.
Ross turned and smiled. “You’re awake. Why don’t you come
join me?”
Drake barely resisted rolling his eyes. The last thing he needed
was another sex fest with Ross. And he didn’t kid himself that it
would be anything else.
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you.”
“Talk? Can’t that wait until later?”
“Why should it?”
“’Cause right now I’d rather you come in here and fuck me.”
His stupid cock liked the sound of that because it swelled in his
jeans. Forcing his brain to override his cock, Drake sighed.
“What happened between you and Stan?”
Ross sniffed and turned his back, showing his perfectly tanned
ass to Drake. Of course he’d done it on purpose. It wasn’t a natural
tan. Ross went to a tanning place, but it was still sexy all over.
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“Ross?”
Ross shrugged. “I got horny while he was on a business trip.”
“So, you got someone else to fuck you and Stan found out?”
“He came home early, the bastard. He caught us.”
Though Ross hadn’t turned around, Drake knew he was
pouting. He could hear it in his voice.
Jesus.
“I’m surprised he didn’t throw you out,” Drake said.
Ross sniffed again. “He wouldn’t. He won’t, Drake. Not ever.”
Unfortunately, Drake figured that was probably true. Stan was
more hung up on Ross than Drake was. And it really was pathetic.
“When’s he coming back, Ross?”
Ross turned off the water and opened the shower door. His wet
dark hair was plastered to his head and water droplets dotted his
face. He looked like a movie star or a Greek god.
“I’m thinking tonight,” Ross said as he rubbed a big fluffy
white towel all over his body, making Drake harder still.
Drake forced himself to think through the haze of lust, knowing
full well Ross was playing him on purpose. “And you don’t think
he’s going to find out about us?”
Ross shrugged. “He’s the one who walked out. He knows I’m
not a saint.”
“Jesus, Ross. How long have you been cheating on Stan,
anyway?”
Striding past him, naked, Ross went to the other side of the
bedroom to the closet. “It’s not like I’ve got a new lover every
damn day, Drake. Just, you know, when Stan’s not available,
sometimes I get lonely.”
“Didn’t he just walk out on you yesterday?”
“Yeah, so?”
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Drake sighed. “He was barely gone ten minutes and you were
calling me to come over and service you.”
“Don’t be crass.”
“I don’t know what else to call it.” Drake couldn’t help but feel
a healthy dose of self-loathing. He picked up his shirt. “I’m going
home.”
“Okay, but I’m coming with you.”
“What?”
Ross rolled his eyes as he pulled a tank top over his head. “I
can’t be here when Stan comes back, Drake.”
And Drake realized he was getting really sick of Ross’s games.
Especially since they always seemed to use and hurt people.
“Why the hell not?”
“I’m not ready to kiss and make up. He hurt me,” Ross said.
“Then get a hotel room.”
“Come on, Drake, baby, don’t be that way. Let me stay at your
place tonight.”
“You said it was over for good,” Drake pointed out, knowing
he sounded…hell, he was…stupid.
Ross sighed and sat on the bed to shimmy into a pair of skinny
black jeans. “I always say that and you know it’s never true. I love
him.”
“If you love him, Ross, why do you pull this shit?”
“I don’t know. I can’t help myself. Please? I’m sure we’ll be
back together tomorrow, but I can’t just be waiting at home for
him tonight. It’s Saturday.”
“Fine, but you’re staying on the sofa bed in the living room.”
“What? Why?” Ross pouted, his full round lip sticking out
adorably. An act of course.
“Because, I’m sick of being your go-to fuck. I should have put
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a stop to it before.”
“I love you, Drake, you know that.”
He didn’t know that. Not at all.
“Even if that is true, you don’t love me the way I want you to
love me. You wouldn’t be with Stan or anyone else if you did.”
Ross stood. “I care about you and I love having sex with you.
Isn’t that enough?”
He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Look, you can come with
me this time, but this is it, Ross. You can’t keep calling me every
time Stan pisses you off or you piss him off.”
“Okay, fine,” Ross said. “But let’s get out of here now before
he comes.” He grabbed Drake’s arm. “Since you were supposed to
make me breakfast and didn’t, you can buy me dinner on the way.”
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CHAPTER 5
“Just show it around to your neighbors and co-workers.”
Jay grimaced as he flipped through the brochure his sister,
Rebecca, had brought to the store yesterday during his shift. His
nephew’s school was having a fundraiser. The brochure contained,
as usual, overpriced waxy-tasting candy and baked goods, as well
as loads and loads of wrapping paper. The rolls of paper were so
fat it looked to Jay like it would never have to be bought again.
He switched his cell phone to his other ear and poured boiling
water into his teacup. “I don’t know, Bec. I don’t think anyone I
know really wants any of this stuff.”
She snorted. “Nobody does. You aren’t buying it to have the
stuff, it’s to support the school.”
“Peanuttles? Does anyone still eat those?” He frowned at the
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can of toffee covered peanuts.
“Mom ordered five cans.”
“Crap.” He tossed his orange spice teabag into the trash bin
under the sink and went to sit on the couch in the living room.
“You do want to help out your nephew, don’t you?”
“Well.”
“Harry’s brother already has ten orders,” Rebecca said of her
husband. “You wouldn’t want him to be the better uncle would
you?”
Heaven forbid.
“I guess not.”
“Not exactly the enthusiasm I was going for, but it’ll do. Ask
that neighbor you like. What’s his name?”
“Drake.”
“Right. He’s gay, too, isn’t he?”
“Yes, but—”
“Just flirt with him a little, Jay. I bet he’ll order something.”
Jay folded his legs underneath him and took a sip of his tea.
“For a minute I thought you were trying to pimp me out for the
sake of Andy’s school.”
She laughed. “No, no, I wouldn’t go that far. Just turn on the
charm a little. You’re cute as hell.”
“Unfortunately, Drake doesn’t think so. I doubt my alleged
cuteness will go far, but I’ll ask him.”
“Ask the people at the store, too. Maybe even the customers.”
“No, Bec, that’s against the rules. Isn’t he going door to door to
sell?”
“Too dangerous. Nobody does that anymore.”
“Oh. All right, I’ll do the best I can. But no promises.”
“Let me know by next Friday how you do. Bye.”
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“Bye,” Jay said and hit end call.
Well, today was Sunday, and Drake did say he wasn’t working
this weekend, so he supposed he could go over and show him the
brochure. He was pretty sure he heard him come home last night.
He hadn’t gotten up that long ago and had just thrown on an
old pair of jeans and a T-shirt, figuring he didn’t have to see
anybody today so he’d be lazy. But Jay wondered if he ought to go
shower now and take care with his appearance if he was going over
to see Drake.
Then he reminded himself that Drake wasn’t attracted to him
anyway so why did it matter?
Scowling, Jay rose from the couch and grabbed the brochure,
figuring he may as well get it over with. He didn’t bother to lock
his door as he closed it behind him and walked the few steps to
knock on Drake’s front door.
Jay had to knock four times before he finally heard movement
inside, and he chewed his lip wondering if he’d awakened Drake.
He hadn’t meant to do that. It was almost ten, he thought for sure
Drake would be awake by now.
The door opened, but it wasn’t Drake. A tall, ridiculously
gorgeous, dark-haired guy stood just inside the door. He looked
like a movie star with his piercing blue eyes and the dimple next to
his mouth. He wore only a bathroom robe and his dark hair
appeared damp.
“Can I help you?”
“I-I was looking for Drake. I’m his neighbor.”
The guy nodded and held the door wide open. “Come in.”
Jay stepped inside and looked around for Drake. “Is he here?”
“He went to get some breakfast. I’m sure he’ll be back any
moment. Who are you?”
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“Jay, his next door neighbor.”
“Oh.” The guy smiled. “So you’re the one.”
“The one?” Jay asked cautiously.
“Uh-huh. Drake’s mentioned you.”
“And you are?”
“Ross.” He glanced at what Jay held in his hands. “What’s
that?”
Jay’s stomach dropped. He’d never seen the infamous Ross
before, and while he knew from Drake that Ross was handsome,
he’d never had a clue he was drop-dead gorgeous. No wonder
Drake had no interest in Jay if he went for guys like Ross. “Oh,
um. I wanted to show it to Drake. My nephew’s school is having a
fundraiser.”
Ross smirked. “Oh, how cute. That’s quite the excuse.”
“Excuse?”
“Please. It’s obvious. You wanted to come over here to get
Drake’s attention. Save it, kid. I’m sure it’s tough being lonely and
pathetic and living next door to Drake, and it’s sweet he’s nice to
you and all, but really, you haven’t got a chance.”
Jay blinked, not sure he heard this guy right. “Pardon?”
“I know all about you. Drake told me he’s got this lonely,
pathetic gay neighbor he spends time with because he feels sorry
for him.” Ross rolled his eyes. “You’ve got yourself a little crush. I
get it. Drake’s hot.”
Jay backed up, his heart pounding. “He feels sorry for me?”
Ross’s smirk got smarmier. “That’s what he said. But don’t
take it personally, Jay. Drake has always befriended the friendless.
He likes helping people. Probably why he became a cop.” He
shrugged. “I wanted to get the criminals; he wanted to help the
victims.”
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Frowning, Jay shook his head. “I’m not a victim.”
“I didn’t say you were. Did you want to leave that here for
Drake to see when he comes back?” Ross gestured to the brochure
in Jay’s hand once more.
Jay handed it to him. “Yeah. Um, I’ll get out of your hair.”
“Quite all right. I’m sure Drake will be happy to help your
nephew.”
He turned toward Drake’s door, feeling more like an idiot than
usual.
“See you, Jay,” Ross called after him as he left.
Was he really that clueless, Jay wondered when he re-entered
his own apartment. He had known Drake didn’t want him, but he’d
at least thought Drake liked him and didn’t think him pathetic. But
if Drake had been telling Ross he felt sorry for his pathetic
neighbor—
“Fuck.”
That was just great.
Jay went down the hall to his linen closet and felt behind a
stack of folded towels and pulled out a pack of cigarettes he kept
hidden from himself. No sense keeping temptation so close.
Shaking, he went onto his balcony and lit up.
He hated this weakness. Hated that he couldn’t quite quit. His
abusive ex-boyfriend had gotten him into smoking. The asshole.
Jay blew out smoke and thought about what he wanted to do.
He wanted to go to the store and buy that damn watercolor scarf
for one. And then…well, maybe he should go to a club and see if
he could meet someone. Or go to Poppy’s and find that guy who
wanted to ask him out.
Anything but stay in his apartment and be…pathetic.
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* * *
Jay bit his lip as he sorted through the scarves. There were
several bright colored ones he really liked, even a few neutrals, but
he couldn’t find the one Franny had shown him and he was getting
more and more frustrated.
“Can I help…oh, it’s you, Jay.” Franny smiled at him when he
turned around. “Gonna buy a new scarf on your day off?”
“Well, I was, but I can’t find it. Where’s the one you showed
me the other day?”
The smile dropped from her face. “I’m sorry, Jay, a guy came
in and bought it. I think it was for his boyfriend.”
Jay tried to push aside the overwhelming disappointment. He
needed to spend over eighty bucks on a scarf like he needed a hole
in the head. But damn, he had been hoping that scarf would cheer
him up.
Fat chance.
“How about another scarf?” Franny, ever the saleswoman,
asked.
“Nah, that’s okay. Another day,” Jay said. “I’ll see you later.”
When he got to the parking lot, he had another cigarette. And
felt guilty about it, too. He pulled out his cell phone and hit
Geoff’s picture.
“Hello.”
“Hey, it’s me.”
“I know. What’s up? You hardly ever call me on a Sunday.”
Jay sighed. “I was thinking.”
“Uh-oh, dangerous.”
“Funny. You with Tammy?”
“Yeah, she’s here.”
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“You two want to meet me at Poppy’s for lunch?”
“Hang on, I’ll ask her.”
Jay took a few more puffs of his cigarette while he waited.
“Yeah, Tammy says yes,” Geoff said a moment later. “Meet
you there in a few.”
It was stupid probably. He had no clue if the muscle lifeguard
type guy would even be there on a Sunday, but, hell, he might as
well try, anyway.
About twenty minutes later he found a space to park his car in
front of Poppy’s and went inside to wait for Geoff and Tammy.
While he waited, he peeked around the corner toward the bar to see
if the guy might be there, but he saw no sign of him.
Jay sighed with disappointment. That would have been too
easy, he guessed. He so didn’t want to go to a club.
Geoff and Tammy came in, which saved him from wallowing
further in self-pity, and they got a table.
Geoff eyed him. “You smell like smoke.”
Tammy, a sweet, pretty blonde, leaned toward him. “Oh, my
God, Jay! You’ve been smoking again.”
He felt himself blush. “I, well, yeah.”
“Why?” Tammy asked. “You were doing so well.”
“I’ve been kinda depressed lately.”
“Still your neighbor?” Geoff lowered his menu.
Tammy covered his hand with hers. “Geoff told me about him.
Sweetie, maybe you should forget about him.”
“Yes, I know.” He sighed. “I am, actually. I wanted to come
here to see if that guy that asked me out the other day might be
here. But he’s not.”
Geoff gave him a sympathetic smile. “Tammy has a gay
cousin.”
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“Yes!” she exclaimed. “I forgot about Tim.”
Jay raised an eyebrow. “Timmy and Tammy?”
She laughed. “No, silly, he doesn’t go by Timmy. He’s a
personal trainer. Real beefy. You two would be so cute together.
I’ll call him tonight.”
“Okay.” Jay picked up his menu. What the hell? Might as well.
From the looks of it, Drake and Ross were very close. And he
certainly couldn’t compete with a guy who looked like Ross.
“Hi. You guys ready to order?”
Jay glanced up and realized he was looking at the lifeguard
guy. In a waiter’s uniform. “You work here?”
“Just started yesterday,” the guy said with a grin. Bobby was
the name on the nametag pinned to his shirt. “Jay, right?”
“Yes.”
“Needed some extra money, so they hired me here part-time.
Ready to order?”
“Give us a few minutes.”
Jay watched Bobby walk away. He buried his face in the menu
when he could feel Geoff and Tammy staring at him.
“He’s cute, Jay,” Tammy whispered.
He nodded.
“Ask him out,” she urged.
“He asked Jay out the last time we were here,” Geoff told her.
“And?”
Geoff smiled. “Jay turned him down.”
She rolled her eyes. “Geez. Before we leave here today, you’re
making a date with that guy.”
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CHAPTER 6
Where the hell was Jay?
Granted, Drake hadn’t been home much in the last few days.
He and his partner had suddenly gotten a great deal of leads on a
case they’d been working on and had needed to check them out.
But when he had been home, he’d tried knocking on the young
blond’s door each time. Drake had even tried calling Jay’s cell
phone. It went to voice mail each time.
He’d finally managed to send Ross home Sunday afternoon.
The truth was he’d been kind of relieved when Ross had received a
call from Stan, demanding he return to their house. Though Drake
had let Ross spend Saturday night with him, he had made sure
Ross slept on his sofa bed. He was not giving in again.
Now frowning at Jay’s door, Drake rapped on it again. Today
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was Thursday. He hadn’t really seen Jay since last Friday night
when he’d been over to Jay’s apartment. Ross had told him that
Jay had stopped by briefly Sunday just to drop off the school
fundraiser brochure for his nephew.
No one had reported Jay as missing, but Drake was getting very
close to doing a police check on his apartment, just to make sure
Jay wasn’t in there needing help or something.
Drake sighed when he couldn’t hear any movement on the
other side of the door and he turned and went back to his own
apartment. It wasn’t like Jay to just disappear on him. He didn’t
like it one damn bit.
Plopping down on his sofa, he pulled his cell phone from his
pocket and located Jay’s number. When he went to voice mail
again, Drake hung up. There was little point to leaving yet another
message Jay wouldn’t return.
He began to wonder if Jay was avoiding him on purpose. He
couldn’t imagine why, but what else could it be? He didn’t want to
think something bad had happened to Jay. The young man wasn’t
really a high risk victim other than being gay. And there was that.
But he hadn’t heard of any recent gay bashing incidents in the area.
Drake’s next plan to look for Jay would be the store where he
worked, he guessed.
And then he heard footsteps in the hall. It could be another
neighbor though so he waited. Then he heard a knock on Jay’s
door.
“Pizza Palace,” a guy yelled.
Drake was up off the couch and to his door. He opened it just
in time to see Jay paying the pizza guy.
“Thanks, man,” the pizza guy said, handing over the pizza box
and turned to continue back down the hall.
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For a second Drake thought Jay was going to close his
apartment door and pretend Drake hadn’t been standing there
gawking at him. His hand was on the door, ready to close it, pretty
much in Drake’s face.
“Uh, hi, Drake,” Jay said, his voice low. His blond hair was
damp, as though maybe he’d been in the shower. Drake decided to
tell himself that’s why Jay hadn’t opened the door when he’d
knocked before the pizza guy.
“Jay, are you all right?”
“Sure. I’m good. Why?”
Drake glanced back into his own apartment. “Hang on, I’ve got
that order for you.”
“Order?”
“For your nephew. And something else, too.” Drake entered his
apartment, grabbed the brochure and the small gift box that
contained the watercolor scarf he’d bought several days ago.
He almost ran back out to the hall, half expecting Jay to have
gone back inside, his door closed firmly. But it wasn’t. Jay stood in
the doorway, though no longer holding the pizza box, and he
looked like he intended to bar Drake from entry.
“Can I come inside?” he asked.
Jay bit his lip, but held the door open wide enough for Drake to
enter. He closed the door, but leaned against it, his arms wrapped
around him, hugging himself. Jay wore a long sleeved red T-shirt
and dark blue jeans slung low on his hips. Drake had trouble
admitting it, but really Jay looked unbelievably sexy.
Now that he was here, facing a guy who’d obviously been
avoiding him, or well, most likely anyway, Drake wasn’t sure what
to say.
“You have an order for my nephew?” Jay asked, breaking the
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awkward, prolonged silence between them.
Drake looked down at the brochure. “Yeah, yeah.”
Jay nodded. “You can leave it on the table there.” He pointed to
the coffee table. “Thanks by the way. You didn’t have to order
anything.” He moved away from the front door at once and walked
into his kitchen, barefoot, Drake noticed for some reason.
He also noticed something else as he set down the brochure and
the gift box. “You’re smoking again.”
Jay shrugged, filling a teakettle from the kitchen faucet. “Yeah.
A little.”
“Jay, I thought you quit.”
“I did mostly. Anyway, why do you care?”
Drake blinked a little at the hostility in the young blond’s
voice. “You know why I care. My mother died of lung cancer. She
smoked like a madwoman.”
Jay winced. “Yeah, sorry. It’s just…I mean. Never mind. Why
are you here, Drake?”
“Well, because, to be honest, I’ve been concerned about you.”
“Concerned?”
“I’ve been coming by here for the last few days and you
haven’t seemed to be around, so I just wanted to make sure you
were okay.”
“Oh.” Jay poured boiling water into a mug. “I’m fine. You
don’t have to bother checking on me.”
“Bother?” Drake frowned. “It’s not a bother, Jay. We’re
friends.”
“No, we’re not,” Jay said softly.
He couldn’t have been more surprised. And he was speechless.
He must be missing something. Had he gotten hit on the head and
forgotten about it?
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“Excuse me?”
“I know you’re just being nice to me.”
“Being nice to you? Jay, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Frustrated, Drake grabbed the gift box he’d brought with him and
thrust it at Jay. “Open that.”
Watching him warily, Jay shook the box. “It’s from my store.
What is it?”
“Open it.”
Jay lifted the lid to the box and then moved the white tissue
paper. His eyes widened as he stared at the beautiful, colorful
scarf. “It’s my scarf,” he whispered.
Drake nodded, smiling a little. “Yeah, and now it really is your
scarf.”
“You-you bought this for me?”
“Yes, of course. Who else do I know who loves scarves? And
who else do I know that loved that scarf?”
“I don’t understand.” Jay shook his head. “Why? Why would
you buy this for me?”
“Because you loved it and I wanted to make you smile,” Drake
explained, though he had to wonder when the gift was going to
make Jay smile. He didn’t look happy with the scarf at all.
What the fuck?
“It’s-it’s really sweet. But I can’t accept it.” He pushed the box
into Drake’s hand.
“You can’t accept it? Why not?”
“Because, I know. I know how you really think, how you really
feel about me,” Jay said, his words coming out in a rush, his
cheeks flushed a bright pink. And his eyes glistened a little, like
maybe he was going to cry.
“How I feel? Jay?”
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“Ross told me everything.”
Ross? What the hell had Ross said? Drake was getting angry.
Not at Jay. He wasn’t even sure who he was angry with but he was
angry.
“What exactly did Ross say?” He tossed the box toward the
couch and took a couple of steps closer to Jay until they stood very
close to each other.
Jay stared at him, his beautiful eyes unbelievably sad, his
bottom lip trembling. “Just that you think I’m pathetic and that
you’re only friends with me because you feel sorry for me because
I’m your lonely loser neighbor.”
Next time he saw Ross, if there was a next time, he was going
to kick the man’s ass. How dare Ross say such shit to Jay?
“That’s not true,” Drake said. “Whatever he told you is
bullshit.”
“It’s not?”
The tiny bit of hope he saw pass over Jay’s face tore at his
heart. He very much wanted to punch Ross right then. Instead, he
stepped closer still to Jay until they were toe to toe. Drake was
taller than Jay, so he looked down just a bit at Jay, but the younger
man tilted his head back so their gazes met, locked. Jay’s eyes still
glistened with moisture.
“No. You’re my friend because I like you. A lot.”
“Yeah?” Jay’s pink tongue darted out to wet his lips.
Before he could think too much, Drake lowered his head to
claim Jay’s lips with his own. Jay’s mouth was stiff, unyielding at
first, but he pressed on, kissing deeper, coaxing the man to soften
his lips under Drake’s.
And then Jay was clinging to him, moving closer still, opening
his mouth to Drake’s probing tongue. Little whimpers escaped
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from Jay’s lips and Drake’s mind fractured with lust. His cock
rose, hard and full, against the crotch of his pants. His hands
curved around Jay’s perfect round bubble butt, pulling him tight
against him. He felt Jay’s arousal and the only thing keeping him
from yelling, oh yeah, was the mouth now devouring his.
Drake wanted to bend Jay over the table and fuck him long and
deep, but that would mean stopping to get a condom and lube. So
would taking him down the hall to the bedroom. Right now they
needed the edge taken off. And he knew just how to do it.
His hands moved off Jay’s ass to the front of his jeans,
unfastening them, and sliding the zipper down just enough for him
to push his hand inside Jay’s boxer briefs. Closing his fingers
around the stiff prick, drawing an agonized moan from the other
man, he pulled the long, thick cock free.
Jay gasped against his lips even as Drake worked on the zipper
of his own pants and made short work of freeing his cock. He
wrapped his fist around both shafts, jerking them hard and fast.
Their cocks sliding together sent jolts of pure pleasure through
him.
“Jay,” he moaned into the other man’s mouth, tangling his
tongue with Jay’s. The kiss turned feral, intense and Jay’s hands
fisted Drake’s shirt.
Drake felt the beginnings of his orgasm fingering up his spine,
his balls drawing tight, and he hoped to God that Jay was close,
too. He didn’t think he could hold back.
And then he pulled and pumped their cocks faster still, not
particularly smooth, but rough and dirty.
Jay tore his mouth from Drake’s and leaned his head on
Drake’s shoulder, panting heavily. With a ragged moan, Jay’s cock
stiffened in Drake’s hand, and pearly white cum shot out like a jet
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over his fingers. Seeing and feeling Jay’s orgasm sent Drake over
the edge, his cock pulsing as he found his own release, his cum
mixing with Jay’s over his fingers.
Drake released their cocks, and went to kiss Jay again, his mind
on moving them to the bedroom for round two, when a loud knock
sounded on Jay’s apartment door.
“Who the fuck—”
“Oh, crap.” Jay’s eyes widened. He immediately pushed away
from Drake and tucked himself inside his pants, zipping up quick.
“Jay, it’s me, Bobby,” a guy yelled from the other side of the
door.
Drake frowned. “Who is Bobby?” He stepped into the kitchen
to wash his hands before righting himself.
Jay had turned scarlet. “I, uh, damn, uh, Drake, I have a date.”
Just like that the air left his lungs as though he’d been punched
in the chest.
Fuck.
What kind of idiot was he? His gaze went to the pizza box and
back to Jay, who looked anywhere but at Drake.
He forced himself to nod. “Sure. I’ll just go on back to my
apartment.”
“Drake—”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have intruded.” Drake looked down at
himself, making sure there was no visible sign of what they’d just
been doing. His stomach hurt like he’d been kicked in it, but
otherwise he looked normal.
“I’m sorry,” Jay said. He had his fingers covering his lips and
his eyes were still as wide as saucers. Adorable, really. “I can tell
him to go.”
He shook his head and walked to the door, Jay following
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closely at his heels. He opened the door and stared out at Bobby.
Bobby looked a little too suave, a little too plastic Ken doll for
Drake. Nope, not impressed. Drake put on his best hostile cop look
and Bobby backed up a step.
“What? Who are you?” Bobby asked.
“Nobody. Just his neighbor dropping off an order for his
nephew’s school.” Drake brushed past Bobby in the hallway and
called over his shoulder as he headed to his own apartment door.
“Have a good night.”
He closed his door behind him and clenched his fists, wanting
to hit something. Ross. Bobby. The wall, maybe.
But really, what had he expected? He was too damn old for that
kid anyway and he knew it. Jay should be going out with guys like
Ken…Bobby.
Sure. He told himself that. But, then why did thoughts of that
guy crouched over Jay while he fucked him bother Drake so
much?
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CHAPTER 7
Jay knew he had to talk to Drake. Find out where they stood
after last night. After Drake had left his apartment, Jay had sent
Bobby home. Bobby hadn’t been pleased and had accused Jay of
being a cock-tease. But fortunately, he had left when Jay asked
him.
It had been hard not to rush over to Drake’s apartment as soon
as Bobby left, but he’d resisted. He’d thought maybe talking to
Drake would be better after they’d both had a night to think. Now
Jay wondered if that had been a mistake.
Drake kissing him and jerking them both off had been…well,
more than surprising. Not in his wildest dreams had he guessed
that Drake would want him. Okay, well, yeah, maybe in his wildest
dreams.
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Now, Jay had to admit he was very nervous. And excited.
Maybe a little hopeful, too. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he
stepped out of his apartment and walked the few feet to Drake’s
door. For all he knew, Drake could be at work and this would be a
real short visit.
Jay tapped tentatively on the door and waited, breath held. He
hadn’t been sure how to dress. What did a guy wear when
discussing…well, what were they discussing? More sex? Maybe
seeing each other? So, he’d ended up just pulling on a pair of jeans
and a long-sleeved T-shirt. He’d wrapped the water color scarf
around his neck.
Just when he thought maybe Drake wasn’t there after all, the
door opened and Drake peered out at him.
“Oh, hi, Jay.” His gaze briefly flickered over the scarf, then
back to Jay’s face.
“Hi. Can I come in?”
Drake hesitated, which made Jay’s stomach do a flip flop.
“Sure.” He held the door open and Jay went inside.
“I wanted to talk about yesterday,” Jay explained. Drake wore a
bathrobe and his hair was wet. “You just got out of the shower?”
Drake nodded. “I’m getting ready to go to work.”
“Oh. I thought, you know, maybe we could—”
“I don’t have a lot of time.”
He blinked. “I, well, I wanted to let you know that I sent Bobby
home last night. I didn’t go through with the date.”
But Drake had walked into the kitchen and was pouring himself
a cup of coffee. He didn’t even look like he’d been listening.
Suddenly Jay realized this might have been a terrible mistake.
“Drake—”
“Why did you do that?” Drake asked. “He seemed nice.”
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“Because of us.”
“Us?” Drake set down his coffee mug. “Jay, there is no us.”
His breath froze in his lungs. “What? But, y-you, y-yesterday,
we—” God, he was stuttering. He hadn’t stuttered since high
school after speech therapy. His face flamed hot.
“I’m sorry, Jay. Yesterday was a mistake.”
“A mistake?”
Drake shook his head. “It was completely my fault. I owe you
an apology. I was on the rebound. Ross and I are over for good. I
had no right to barge on over there and attack you like that when
you had a date coming over.”
Jay didn’t know what to say. He just stood there staring at
Drake, the hope he’d allowed to feel that maybe Drake was as
attracted to him as he was to Drake shriveled and died.
“You are really great, Jay,” Drake was saying. “Beautiful, sexy,
irresistible, really. But you’re also young. I’m in my thirties,
you’re in your twenties. There’s just too much of an age difference
between us to be anything other than friends.”
How had this all gone so wrong? He’d been nervous to talk to
Drake, but he’d thought in the end, he and Drake would get closer.
Not this. Never this. Suddenly the scarf around his neck felt like it
choked him.
“Okay,” Jay said. He’d managed that much. His fingers went to
the water color scarf and he undid it and put it on the dining room
table. “You’ll probably want to give that to someone else.”
“No, Jay.” Drake left the kitchen and picked up the scarf. “I
bought this for you. It was a gift.”
Jay bit his lip and nodded. “Maybe you can get your money
back then. It’s too expensive anyway.” His throat constricted and
he knew he had to get out of there soon. “I’ll let you get ready for
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work. I don’t want to be the cause of you being late.”
Before he could make any more of a fool of himself, he turned
around and headed for the door.
“Jay.”
The last thing he wanted was Drake telling him to keep the
scarf or, worse, telling him again that the age difference between
them was too much. It all boiled down to one thing. Drake didn’t
want Jay after all. And he never had.
“See you around, Drake,” he called over his shoulder. He
closed Drake’s apartment door behind him and went into his own
place. He twisted the lock on his door and went straight down the
hall and turned on the shower in his bathroom.
Jay didn’t really know why, but he wanted to take a long, hot
shower and then crawl into bed and make the day go away.
Why am I so stupid, he thought as he stood under the shower
spray? What had he even been thinking? Drake had never wanted
him before, why would he have wanted him now? Maybe he had
been the one to make the move on Drake. He thought Drake had
reached for him first, but now, well, everything was muddled in his
head. And Drake had just gone along with it because he was on the
rebound.
Even so, he couldn’t help but be glad that Drake had said he
was done with Ross. He’d never thought Ross was worthy of
Drake. Whoever Drake ended up with would be lucky.
Done with his shower, Jay barely dried off. He flipped back the
covers in his bed and crawled under them naked and prayed for
sleep.
* * *
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Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Groaning, Jay swatted around his ears, trying to stop the
annoying ringing. He grabbed his pillow and wrapped it around his
head.
Ring.
Ring.
He blinked rapidly and reached for the phone on his bedside
table.
“Unh.”
“Is that what passes for hello now?” Geoff asked.
He wiped a hand over his eyes and sat up. “Um, I was
sleeping.”
“Sleeping? It’s three in the afternoon.”
“Yeah, well.”
“How’d last night go?”
“Last night?” He frowned.
Geoff laughed. “Yeah, with Bobby.”
“Oh. Um, well, it didn’t. Long story but I canceled the date.”
“Jay.”
He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t really need a lecture
right now, okay? It’s a bad day.”
Geoff’s sigh was heavy. “All right. You working tonight?”
“I was supposed to work today, but I switched with my co-
worker.” His idea had been to spend the day with Drake, of course.
“Good, got any plans?”
“Not a one.”
“Tammy’s making fish tonight and there’s extra,” Geoff said.
Jay leaned against the bed’s headboard. “That sounds great.
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Geoff?”
“Yeah?”
“Could-could I maybe stay w-with you guys for a few days?”
He swallowed, hoping Geoff really wouldn’t pester him with a
bunch of questions. He didn’t want to be alone.
“Hang on. I’ll ask Tammy.”
Jay didn’t want to impose on his friends, but he needed a few
days to process Drake’s rejection. Before he’d been given that
brief look into what it could be like for them he’d been willing to
just be Drake’s neighbor and friend. But everything changed when
Ross told him Drake thought him pathetic. And then with the sex
from yesterday, well, Jay didn’t know that he could just go on
being Drake’s pathetic, lonely neighbor. The thought of running
into Drake in the hallway or the parking lot made his stomach do
flips.
His rent was month to month, so maybe he could just think
about moving to a new place. He’d have to give thirty days notice,
but—
“Tammy says it’s all right with her. We’ve got the spare room,
so it should be cool.”
He smiled or tried to, anyway. “Great. Thank you. I’ll try to
stay out of your hair as much as possible.”
“It’s okay, Jay.” There was a long pause. “You can talk to me,
you know. Tell me what’s going on. I’m not going to judge you
and I’m not squicked out by anything.”
That startled a laugh out of Jay. “I’m glad I don’t squick you
out, Geoff.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, we’ll see. What time should I be over?”
“Whenever you’re ready. You might want to bring some tea
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with you. Not sure we have any.”
“Okay, see you soon. Thanks, Geoff.”
“No problem. Bye.”
Jay blew out a breath and got out of bed. He needed to get the
duffel bag out of his closet and pack it with some stuff. Maybe
Geoff and Tammy would know of a new apartment where he could
move. They had a nice apartment themselves, though Jay thought it
was probably out of his price range.
Shit, almost anything was out of his price range. He was
getting a deal at this place because the building owner had gone to
school with his dad. Jay wouldn’t have been able to afford it
otherwise.
Before he left, Jay remembered to stop in his kitchen for the
tea, which he also shoved in his duffel bag, along with the charger
for his cell phone. Then, after checking to make sure he’d left
nothing in the apartment on, Jay locked up and left Drake and his
apartment behind.
* * *
“That was so good, Tammy,” Jay said as he helped her clear
the table. “Beats the hell out of leftover pizza.”
“Thanks, sweetie. You don’t eat that every day do you?”
Tammy eyed him critically as she put containers of leftovers in the
fridge.
“No. Maybe a couple days of week though.”
“What do you eat other days?”
“Salads, sandwiches, easy stuff. I don’t do much cooking.”
“Hmm.”
Jay rolled his eyes. “Stop worrying, Mom.”
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Tammy laughed. “Well, you’re too skinny.”
He shook his head. “I’m just right. Feel free to mother Geoff
though.”
Geoff walked into the kitchen holding a box that looked
suspiciously like a board game. “What did I miss?”
“Nothing much. Your girlfriend wants to fatten me up. What’s
that?”
“Trivial Pursuit. I figured the three of us can play.”
He sighed. “You two don’t need to entertain me.”
“It’s entertaining us, too,” Tammy said, closing the dishwasher
that she had just filled with their dirty dishes.
“I suck at board games. Especially Trivial Pursuit.”
Geoff snorted. “So do we. The three of us can suck together.”
“Oh, great.” Jay rolled his eyes. “We’ll be playing this game all
night with none of us capable of beating the others.”
“It’ll be fun,” Geoff said. “We can laugh at each other’s
ineptitude.”
He could tell they wouldn’t be talked out of making him play
the game, so Jay went ahead and made himself a cup of tea and sat
at a card table Geoff had placed in the living room to play. He only
hoped neither Geoff nor Tammy would bring up his ill-fated date
with Bobby. Knowing him, he’d blurt out everything.
They got through a few rounds, and he’d even managed to
score a few wedges, and Jay had begun to relax. This was okay.
“Want some popcorn?” Tammy asked, as she rose after her last
turn. “I can pop a couple of bags in the microwave.”
“Sounds good.” Jay had already finished his first cup of tea and
was on to his second.
“Be right back.”
Geoff cleared his throat. “So, I thought you were going to see
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where it could go with Bobby.”
Oh, geez.
Jay pretended to be concentrating on moving his piece on the
board. “Didn’t have chemistry. You know how that is.”
“Oh, really? Because he sure seemed in to you.”
Jay shrugged.
“You aren’t still hung up on your neighbor, are you?”
“Drake?” He said it like he had any other neighbor he talked
constantly about. And well, yeah, he was, but he wasn’t sure he
wanted to admit it to Geoff. Not now, anyway.
“Didn’t you tell me he wasn’t interested?”
“I guess that depends on what you mean by interested.”
“Didn’t want to have sex with you.”
Jay felt himself blush. “Well, see, that depends on your
definition of sex, I guess.”
Geoff frowned. “What?”
“Yesterday we had sex.”
“Oh, my God!”
“Shush. I don’t want Tammy to hear.” But Jay supposed Geoff
would tell Tammy everything anyway. If he had a boyfriend he
was as close to as Geoff was to Tammy, Jay would be the same.
“A-anyway, not like full-on screwing sex.”
“Then what?”
Jay bit his lip and ducked his head. When would he learn to
keep his damn mouth shut? “Well, um, he used his hand on both of
us.”
Now Geoff turned red. “Sorry I asked.”
He smiled. “I thought you said I didn’t squick you out.”
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t, but you’re still like my brother and I
don’t really want all the details. Just, wow, I thought you didn’t
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think he was in to you.”
“He doesn’t want a relationship with me,” Jay admitted. “I
guess maybe I was rebound sex or something. Long story, but he
has this asshole ex-boyfriend who isn’t always an ex. Drake said
he was through with the guy for good.”
Geoff nodded. “All right, so what happened with Bobby?”
Jay sighed. “My date with Bobby was supposed to happen
when Drake showed up. In fact, we’d just, well, and then Bobby
knocked on the door.”
“Sounds like a soap opera moment.”
He laughed “Yeah, maybe. But the whole thing was really
awkward. I doubt I’ll hear from Bobby again and I don’t even
really want to, I think.”
“And Drake?”
“There is no Drake. Anyway, I’m thinking about changing
apartments. Know any good cheap places?”
As if that was her cue, Tammy reappeared with a big bowl of
popcorn. “What’s this about moving?”
“Maybe. We’ll see.” He looked down at the board. “I need a
wedgie question.”
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CHAPTER 8
“But I want to see you,” Ross whined.
Shifting his cell phone to a more comfortable spot on his ear,
Drake would have thought he would have realized how annoying
Ross’s whine was before. Love really was blind. Well, it wasn’t as
though he hated Ross now. He still cared about him. He’d just
finally opened his eyes to what an idiot he’d been.
“Why don’t we set it up for me to meet you and Stan for dinner
or something?’
Ross sighed. “We’re fighting again.”
He came close to saying what else is new, but changed it to,
“You’re always fighting.”
“This is different. He’s being so cold.”
Drake shifted on his couch, one ear listening for movement in
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the hallway and the other sort of listening to Ross. He glanced at
his watch, noting he’d been on the phone for almost thirty minutes
with Ross. Since he’d made it home from work.
“Maybe he’s gotten tired of your theatrics.” The only response
to that was a loud sniff. “Anyway, Ross, you should concentrate on
working it out with Stan, you always do. You can’t come running
to me anymore.”
“Does this have anything to do with what I said to your little
neighbor?” Ross asked. “I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean anything
by it.”
“This has nothing to do with Jay.” Who had disappeared again.
Drake wanted to kick his own ass for what he’d said to Jay the
last time he saw him. Maybe any kind of relationship between the
two of them would be a mistake given the age difference, but he
hadn’t needed to be such an ass to Jay. He grabbed the scarf off the
coffee table and ran his fingers over it. It smelled like Jay. He’d
only worn it probably once and already he knew it was covered in
Jay’s scent.
Drake lifted the silky scarf to his nostrils. Definitely male with
a mixture of spice and marshmallow. Probably whatever body
wash Jay used. His dick half-hardened and he couldn’t help
thinking of the way Jay’s lips had softened under his. The little
urgent whimpers that had escaped Jay’s lips as Drake had stroked
their cocks.
“Drake?” Ross’s voice cut in to his erotic memory.
“What?”
“You haven’t been listening to me, have you?” Ross sounded
suddenly cold and distant.
Drake cleared his throat. “Sorry, I am a little distracted right
now.”
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“By what?” Ross asked suspiciously.
The sexy, sweet twink next door.
Of course he didn’t say that to Ross. It was tempting though.
But really he didn’t want to make Ross jealous, because Ross was
just a friend to him and Drake wasn’t even sure he was a good
friend, really. They hadn’t had that much in common when they’d
first met and now about the only thing they had in common was
that they were both gay and worked with criminals. Drake caught
them and Ross prosecuted them.
It was like having a friend in kindergarten who you met years
later and finding out you’d both changed and it would never be the
same again. Same thing with him and Ross. Only Drake had tried
to hold on to something that had never been terrific in the first
place. He tried to remember a really great time with Ross when
they were boyfriends and he couldn’t come up with anything.
“A case we’re working on,” Drake said. “It’s really kicking my
ass.” He yawned dramatically. “In fact, I need to fire up my laptop
and do some more work before I can crash. I really need to get to
it.”
“What about me?”
Drake gritted his teeth. “What about you? Jesus, Ross. How
many times do I have to say it? We’re not going to do the Ross
uses Drake to get even with his boyfriend for not putting up with
his outrageous antics anymore. You need to stay away from me
and work out your own problems or find another idiot to use. It
won’t be me.”
“God, you don’t have to be such an ass.”
“I do. Nothing else seems to work with you. You and I are
officially over. You want to continue to be friends, fine, but only if
you bring Stan or whoever you are seeing with you.”
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“Haven’t I been a good friend to you? Do you think you would
have made detective as fast as you did if I hadn’t put in a good
word for you?” Ross asked.
“Even if that is true, I would have made detective on my own.”
“Not as fast.”
“Maybe. But that’s not the point. This isn’t about what favors
you can do for me as my friend or my sometimes lover, whatever
you want to call it. It’s about how things need to change between
us if we’re going to remain friends. I’m not trying to hurt you,
Ross. It’s just more than past time we set some boundaries.”
Ross huffed. “Fine. You want to make it an issue, okay. I have
to go—my other line is ringing. Bye.”
Ross had hung up before he could respond further, but that was
fine with Drake. He’d been close to claiming another call just to
get rid of Ross, too. He tossed the phone down on the sofa and rose
to go into his kitchen, suddenly starving.
Even as he grilled himself some fish and vegetables, he kept
listening for the sound of Jay entering his apartment. It was kind of
déjà vu. But once again Jay had disappeared on him and once
again he was left wondering how to contact him. Drake did have
his cell number, but he hadn’t bothered calling it this time. The
younger man had ignored his calls last time so Drake decided not
to go there. Anyway, if he wanted to talk to Jay it needed to be
face to face.
And did he? Was he going to change his mind about what he’d
said about their age difference? Relationships were hard enough
without adding extra obstacles.
But at the very least he needed to apologize for being a prick.
He’d just finished rinsing his dinner plate when he heard
someone in the hallway. Then he heard a thud. Frowning, Drake
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went to the door and peered out.
Jay stood at his front door, shuffling several large empty
cardboard boxes, trying to get his key in the door.
“Here, let me help you,” Drake said, taking three of the large
boxes from Jay.
Jay jumped a little, but then smiled tentatively. “Thanks.” He
turned the key in the lock and stepped inside with the two boxes he
still held. Drake followed in with the others.
Drake figured Jay must have come from work as he was
dressed in nice slacks and a white buttoned-down shirt. Around his
neck he wore a plaid knitted scarf.
Gesturing to the boxes, Drake closed the door behind them.
“What’s with those?”
“Oh.” Jay removed his scarf and laid it over the back of the
couch. “Um, actually, I’m thinking of moving.”
The air whooshed out of Drake’s lungs. “What?”
The blond man shrugged. “Yeah, maybe. Want some tea or
coffee or something?”
“Coffee would be nice,” Drake said, automatically, still reeling
from what Jay had said.
“I only have French vanilla, is that okay?”
“Sure.”
Jay went to his kitchen and Drake found himself staring at
Jay’s ass the whole way. He’d always thought Jay was sexy and
sweet, who wouldn’t, but now he couldn’t seem to think around
him. Not without wanting Jay anyway. And the truth was, he’d
been trying to ignore his attraction to Jay for a long time. The other
day when he’d jerked them off it had sort of opened the floodgates,
no pun intended.
“Why are you thinking of moving?” Drake forced himself to
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ask. Now, he couldn’t help wondering if maybe Jay had found
himself someone to move in with. There had been that guy, Bobby,
from the other day. Jay had canceled the date, but maybe they’d
met up after that. It would be kind of fast though.
“Well, really, I don’t have friends nearby or anything.”
Ouch.
“I’m here.”
Jay sort of smiled but it wasn’t the sweet, genuine smile he’d
been used to seeing. “Besides you. And my best friend, Geoff, says
they are renting apartments in his complex. It might be cool to
move there. It’s even a little closer to work.”
“It’s probably more expensive then,” Drake said, figuring he
had to find ways to point out the negative before the moving truck
arrived and took Jay away.
“Yeah, it is.” Jay filled the water reservoir for the coffeemaker.
“That’s definitely a downside. I’m not sure I can afford a more
expensive place. This one is hard enough.”
“See. That’s got to be a major obstacle.”
Jay nodded. “So, I’ll just move in with someone.”
His heart dropped into his stomach. “Someone?”
“Uh huh.” Jay filled the coffeemaker with French vanilla
flavored coffee and then hit the on switch.
“Like who? A boyfriend?”
Laughing, Jay shook his head. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Oh, thank God.
“Who then?”
“I’ll probably advertise for a roommate.”
Drake blinked. “What? Jay, that’s nuts.”
Jay frowned and removed two plain white mugs from his
cabinet. “Why?”
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“Advertising for some stranger to be your damn roommate? Do
you know how dangerous that is?”
“Is it?”
He felt the muscle in his jaw twitch. “You could get some
psycho nut job homophobic crackhead.”
Jay stared at him eyes wide, but then suddenly laughed. “I
forgot you’re a cop. You probably are easily paranoid.”
“I am not easily paranoid, but you are right that being a
detective does color my view. The last thing in the world I want is
for you to become someone’s victim.” Drake paused, exhaled.
“Jesus, Jay, what’s this really about? Why the desire to move?”
But now Jay wouldn’t look at him. He fussed in the kitchen
touching appliances and opening cabinets.
Drake’s heart sank.
Oh.
“It’s to get away from me, isn’t it?” He swallowed heavily.
“Because of what I did the other day?”
“What you did?” Jay fiddled with the coffeemaker.
“Or what I said, actually. When you came to talk to me? Jay, I
know I acted like an asshole. I wanted to tell you how sorry I was.”
Jay lifted the carafe and poured coffee into the mugs. “It’s all
right. You were just honest. I can’t fault that.”
Drake briefly closed his eyes, then opened them to look at Jay,
whose cheeks were lightly stained pink. “Jay, look at me.”
Jay lifted his gaze. His teeth sank into his bottom lip.
“I wasn’t honest. Not exactly, no.”
“No?”
Drake took the coffee mug Jay held in his hands and put it on
the kitchen counter. He grasped Jay’s warm hands in his. “I think
you are incredibly sexy. You’re one of the best looking guys I’ve
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ever seen. You’re sweet and kind, and the truth is, I adore you.”
Jay’s eyes widened but he said nothing.
“See, the thing is, there is an age difference between us. I’m in
my thirties and you’re in your twenties and I do wonder what we
could possibly have in common for very long other than sex.”
“So, you’re saying you don’t think there’s anything about me
you like except for the desire to fuck me?”
Drake winced. “No. That came out wrong.”
“Did it?” Jay shook his head. “I don’t know. We’ve spent time
together. Evenings, days, doing stuff together in the past as friends.
No, we haven’t been on like a date, but I think we know each other
pretty well.”
He was right, Drake decided. They had spent a lot of time
together. He realized he looked forward to seeing Jay every day,
and when he didn’t, he became anxious pretty quickly. All this
time he’d been convinced they were only friends, that it was Ross
he really wanted to be with. But he didn’t feel good about himself
when he was with Ross. He only felt low down and dirty.
“Drake?”
“Don’t move away from me, Jay.” And then his lips were on
Jay’s, plundering them almost savagely, hard and desperate. Scents
of the French vanilla coffee wafted up from the mugs next to them,
but the coffee was forgotten as Drake slid his tongue between Jay’s
plump, soft lips.
Jay’s hands rested on Drake’s arms, his fingers gripping them
like he had to hold on for dear life. With a groan, Drake shifted
closer, until their bodies lined up, the hard ridges of their cocks
rubbing against each other.
Jesus.
Drake’s hands rose to thread through Jay’s silky, blond hair,
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and he tilted Jay’s head to give him better access to the mouth he
couldn’t get enough from. If he couldn’t make himself make sense
with words, maybe he could get how he felt across to Jay through
his body.
And, God, he wanted Jay. Wanted to be buried in his sweet,
round, tight ass. Again and again.
Now.
Reluctantly breaking the contact of their lips, Drake leaned his
forehead against Jay’s, and stared into the lust-hazed blue gaze.
“Bedroom. Or wherever you have lube and a condom.”
Jay blinked. “Are we?”
“Fuck, yes. Now. Please.” He was close to begging. Or was he
begging? Drake didn’t know. He laced his hand with Jay’s and
tugged him down the short hall to the bedroom.
He tried not to shove Jay through the doorway in his eagerness.
His cock had begun to leak pre-cum and left a wet spot on the front
of his jeans.
Drake covered Jay’s mouth with his once more, wanting to
continue his seduction before Jay changed his mind. He splayed
his fingers under Jay’s shirt, caressing the smooth abs.
“Drake,” Jay gasped against his mouth.
“These off,” Drake grunted like a caveman as his fingers
yanked at the top button of Jay’s pants. He slid the zipper down.
“Where’s the lube and condom?”
“Unh.”
“Jay,” he said, wincing at the impatience in his own voice. He
softened it with another searing, deep kiss.
“D-dresser. Top left drawer.”
Drake nodded, exhaling slowly. He stole a few more kisses
before breaking away to take the few steps to Jay’s dresser in the
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corner of his bedroom. He pulled the drawer open and found the
supplies.
When he turned back to face Jay, the man was staring at him,
his eyes wide, his hair wild and mussed, his cheeks an
outrageously sexy pink, and his lips swollen. What the fuck had he
ever seen in too smooth, too suave Ross?
“Drake?” Jay’s voice was soft and hesitant.
“I want to fuck you so bad I can hardly stand it,” Drake said.
“But I have to know. Do you want this or are you just going along
with it?”
If Jay said he was just going along with it for Drake’s sake, or
whatever, he would stop. He didn’t want to, of course. He knew if
he had sex with Jay there would be no going back. For either of
them. There’d be no Ross and no Bobby. Or anyone else. Just
them. And maybe that should have been scary. But all he felt was
exhilarated.
Jay didn’t respond for what seemed an eternity. Drake had
begun to think Jay would turn him away after all. But then Jay
smiled and pulled his dress shirt over his head and tossed it in the
general direction of his rattan hamper.
Trying not to swallow his tongue, Drake stared at the beautiful
perfection that was Jay. Six pack abs, nicely toned pecs with only a
smattering of blond hairs, and peaches and cream skin. Jay’s full
lips curved into a shy smile. His fingers rested at the opening of his
slacks. Drake tossed the lube and the strip of condoms on the bed.
Almost panting, Drake pulled off his own shirt and took the
few steps to where Jay stood by the double bed. He covered Jay’s
hand with his, then slipped past Jay’s smaller hand inside Jay’s
briefs to grasp the man’s straining erection.
“These have to come off,” he said, just before devouring Jay’s
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lips.
Jay gasped and threw his arms around Drake’s neck, slanting
his mouth over Drake’s, thrusting his tongue inside. He slid Jay’s
pants and briefs down off his ass toward his knees. He guided them
closer to the bed, without breaking the contact of their fused
mouths, and gently pushed Jay onto the bed on his back, his own
body falling to cover Jay.
He moved his mouth from Jay’s to the pulse of his throat,
wanting to kiss, to taste Jay everywhere. Every smooth, warm inch.
Jay’s hands wandered to the buttons of Drake’s jeans, and he
tugged, pulling them open to his seeking fingers.
“Ah, damn.” Drake shook, his cock leaping at the contact of
Jay’s warm hand over the material of his boxers.
Drake stood, suddenly desperate to get all clothes as far from
them as possible, wanting skin against skin. Finally ridding Jay of
his slacks and underwear, he yanked his jeans and boxers off.
“Scoot up just a little,” he said.
Jay grinned and undulated up the mattress a few inches.
“More?”
“No, perfect.” Drake knelt on the edge of the bed and lifted
Jay’s legs, giving him access to what he sought. His mouth closed
over Jay’s leaking cock, drawing the tip in slowly, his tongue
darting over the slit.
“Oh, God. Drake.” Jay moaned, lifting his ass farther off the
bed. Drake sucked the shaft farther into his mouth, swallowing as
he did. Jay’s fingers dug into the blankets on the bed.
Drake reached blindly for the lube, feeling around the bed for
where he’d left the supplies. His fingers closed around the tube. He
wrapped his other hand around the base of Jay’s cock and opened
his throat, taking Jay deep.
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Jay whimpered and thrashed, his legs trembling.
Releasing Jay’s cock, Drake squirted lube, probably enough to
lube a tractor. Drake coated his fingers and slipped two inside
Jay’s tight, round ass. Just where Drake’s dick would be in mere
minutes.
Patience.
Pushing deeper still, Drake sought Jay’s prostate, rubbing it
gently.
Jay made an almost guttural noise, then, “Drake, please.”
Drake sat back on his haunches and tore open a condom. Jay’s
begging made it impossible to hold back.
Jay gave Drake the most amazing smile. He couldn’t help but
grin back.
“So, we’re really going to do this?” Jay asked, his smile turning
a little mischievous.
Drake chuckled and glanced down at his now sheathed cock.
“What do you think?”
“Hmm.” Jay’s brows furrowed like he was actually thinking. “I
think…I think you better come here and fuck me.”
He dived for Jay, melding their mouths together, linking their
hands, while he kissed the other man over and over again.
Trying to tell himself they didn’t have to rush through it, they
had as long as they wanted, Drake tried to slow down. But then Jay
moaned and pushed up against him, and all thoughts of taking
things slow flew out the window. He released Jay’s hands, then
with one last lingering kiss, Drake trailed his lips down Jay’s jaw
and on a pathway to his copper nipples. Darting his tongue out, he
grazed first one and then the other, Jay rewarding him with more
gasps and whimpers.
“God, now, please,” Jay begged when he kissed a line across
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Jay’s middle to just below his belly button.
Lifting Jay’s legs and positioning himself between them, Drake
lubed up the condom and pushed inside, past the ring of muscle.
He froze when Jay inhaled sharply.
His heart hammering hard, sweat beading on his forehead,
Drake asked, “Did I hurt you?”
Jay bit his lip. “No, um, not exactly. Just a little burn is all. It’s
better.”
“You sure?”
The other man nodded and tilted his pelvis to allow Drake
better access. With a sigh of lust-filled relief, Drake pushed deeper,
all the way in until his balls rested against Jay. So tight.
And then he was pounding hard and fast, in and out, over and
over. Jay met his every thrust, a pushy active bottom. Drake loved
it.
Jay had reached for his own cock and had been stroking it,
fisting the red tip. Then his blue eyes widened and with Drake’s
name shouted from his lips, white globs spurted out over his hand.
“Fuck,” Drake groaned, feeling the tingle at the base of his
spine. After several more hard thrusts, he came with a hoarse
shout.
* * *
Jay didn’t know when he had dozed or even when Drake had
withdrawn from him and gotten rid of the condom. The bigger man
now lay next to him on his stomach, snoring softly. And taking up
most of the bed. If this sort of thing was going to continue with
Drake, he’d need a bigger bed.
He smoothed a finger over Drake’s bare back. If it was going to
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continue. That might be a big if. He’d been wrong before. But
Drake had come to him. Well, he’d come to him last time, too,
though.
“Drake?” Jay shook him just a little.
Drake murmured and opened his eyes. He smiled. “Hey.”
Jay smiled back. “Hey. Um. Wow.”
The other man laughed. “Yeah. What’s on your mind, Jay?”
“I’m just wondering what this all means I guess.” He felt
himself blush. “I don’t want to come out sounding all emo.”
Drake shifted to his side and grabbed Jay’s hand in his. “No,
it’s a good question. Maybe we should have talked about this
before we got to this point.”
Jay nodded. “Maybe. But you’re—”
“Persuasive?” Drake raised Jay’s hand to his lips.
“Yeah. But, well, does this change anything for us?”
“I sure want it to.”
“You do?”
Drake laughed again. “You seem so surprised. I guess I don’t
blame you given what I said before.”
“All this time we’ve lived next door, well, I didn’t think you
liked me in that way. Sexually, I mean.”
“You’re gorgeous, Jay. Who wouldn’t want you?”
Jay snorted and rolled his eyes. “Not everyone does. I’m not
every gay guy’s type. I didn’t think I was yours.”
Drake leaned in to place a rather chaste kiss on Jay’s lips. “I
admit I’m a little worried about our age difference. You’re still so
young, just starting out, really.”
“I’m not just starting out. You make me sound like a kid.”
Drake’s lips curved. “To me you are.”
He blew out a breath. “It’s only ten years, Drake. It’s not like
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you could be my father.”
“Oh, that makes me feel so much better,” Drake said wryly.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. But, you’re so young and cute and vibrant. You draw
people to you and I don’t even think you realize it.” Drake
caressed his cheek. “I find myself wanting to protect you.”
“From what?”
“From everything. And everybody. Including me.”
Jay winced. “You did say something about being my big
brother.”
“Yeah, it’s called denial. I don’t want to be attracted to you. Or
I didn’t.”
“I’m a big boy, Drake.” Jay sighed. “It’s not like I haven’t done
any living or had any boyfriends before.”
“I have a tendency to be a bit domineering sometimes,” Drake
admitted. “I don’t want to remind you of that abusive boyfriend of
yours.”
“You couldn’t.” He shook his head. “I’m not afraid of you. I
know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“No, never. And I know that,” Drake said. “Rationally,
anyway. And I’ve been blinded by this sick kind of love I had for
Ross, too. It wasn’t healthy, but I couldn’t seem to get out of this
pattern of coming to his rescue.”
“And now?”
“Now, I’m done with that. I’ve told him. He wasn’t happy, but
I think if we’re meant to be friends, then we will be. It’s up to
him.”
“I don’t like him,” Jay admitted.
“I know. He’s not my favorite person right now either. And
don’t worry, I don’t intend seeing him for a long time. I think we
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need a break from each other.” Drake rubbed his thumb over Jay’s
lips. “Which brings us back to you and me.”
Jay smiled. “Well, I like the sound of you and me. I’ve been in
love with you for months.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. I think Ross realized it right away, too. I think, maybe,
that’s why he said all those things to me. To get me to go away.”
Drake grimaced. “He’s an ass. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I
didn’t realize what an idiot I am sooner. Jay?”
“Hmm?”
“I want you to have that scarf you loved so much. I bought it
for you because you wanted it and it made me happy to get it for
you. I know I ruined it by being a jackass, but I want you to have
it. I love the way it looks on you. It reminds me of you, how sweet
and colorful you are.”
His heart leapt with a happiness he hadn’t expected to be able
to feel even that morning. He didn’t think there’d be a Jay and
Drake.
“I would love to wear it. Thank you.”
They shared a kiss, long and sweet, and Jay realized they’d be
sharing a lot of kisses to come.
“Mmm.” Jay’s cock began to perk up all over again. “So, what
do you think? Does this mean we’re official or something?”
“I think we’re definitely official.” Drake smiled, then winked.
“Maybe I should show you just how official.”
Jay laughed. “Now, I love the sound of that.”
“Yeah? Good. And I love you, Jay.” Drake flipped Jay over
onto his back and covered his body with his own.
Bringing Drake’s head down so their lips were mere inches
from each other, Jay started to believe that Drake, finally, was his.
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