Chase Moore was devastated when he learned his hot boyfriend proposed to a woman. With his love life in tatters, Chase pours himself into his interior design career. But when a fabric order for an important client goes awry, it threatens to put him over the edge. Drowning his sorrows in a cup of hot, black coffee before consulting on his next big job seems like the answer—until he see Frank.
Frank Hilliard didn’t believe in fate or karma or any of those silly things when he stopped into the java shop, until a powerful attraction draws him to meet a gorgeous man’s gaze. He approaches the stranger’s table with every intention of following a gut instinct to get to know him better—much better.
When Chase discovers the man who sets his body—and soul—on fire is the husband of his newest client, he vows not to be the ‘other man’ again, but his heart and his body just aren’t listening. Frank awakens feelings he never wanted to have–raw and primal–and just when Chase is certain it has to end, the real truth of Frank’s situation reveals a stunning secret that promises more than Chase ever bargained for.
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Chapter One
“Damask? Who ordered the
damask? Certainly not me. I wanted
silk—the soft sage green silk I sent you the swatch of last week!” Chase broke
the connection on his cellular with as much conviction as he could manage.
damask? Certainly not me. I wanted
silk—the soft sage green silk I sent you the swatch of last week!” Chase broke
the connection on his cellular with as much conviction as he could manage.
He swore, wishing he’d taken
that call on his office phone, a good old-fashioned handset device that allowed
you to slam down a receiver so a caller could feel the wrath as you truly meant
it. He shook his head incredulously. Silk. Soft sage green silk—the perfect
material for Ms. Conrad’s penthouse boudoir curtains—and some buffoon at the
warehouse filled his order with damask! The horror swamped Chase, especially
since he didn’t have the opportunity to break a phone receiver at the warehouse
fulfillment worker’s expense.
that call on his office phone, a good old-fashioned handset device that allowed
you to slam down a receiver so a caller could feel the wrath as you truly meant
it. He shook his head incredulously. Silk. Soft sage green silk—the perfect
material for Ms. Conrad’s penthouse boudoir curtains—and some buffoon at the
warehouse filled his order with damask! The horror swamped Chase, especially
since he didn’t have the opportunity to break a phone receiver at the warehouse
fulfillment worker’s expense.
Only one immediate cure
popped into his mind at this moment—a nine-thirty-in-the-morning moment when a
glass of Scotch whisky, neat, was out of the question—a good, strong cup of the
blackest coffee Chase could find, along with the richest, most calorie-laden
warm cinnamon roll, dripping in buttery, sugary icing. Well, at least the black
coffee, he considered as he looked for the damned silk order form all over his
desk at Just For You, the full-service concierge home store where he was a partner
and worked as the resident interior design expert. I’d have the cinnamon roll and instantly regret the choice. Maybe I’ll
settle for a muffin—easier on the waistline but decadent enough to soothe my
pain, especially if they still have those carrot ones with the cream cheese
icing.
popped into his mind at this moment—a nine-thirty-in-the-morning moment when a
glass of Scotch whisky, neat, was out of the question—a good, strong cup of the
blackest coffee Chase could find, along with the richest, most calorie-laden
warm cinnamon roll, dripping in buttery, sugary icing. Well, at least the black
coffee, he considered as he looked for the damned silk order form all over his
desk at Just For You, the full-service concierge home store where he was a partner
and worked as the resident interior design expert. I’d have the cinnamon roll and instantly regret the choice. Maybe I’ll
settle for a muffin—easier on the waistline but decadent enough to soothe my
pain, especially if they still have those carrot ones with the cream cheese
icing.
Chase bolted from the desk
chair with what he knew to be unnecessary force, grabbed his cell phone, and
left his office. Giving his office door as much of a slam as he dared—what if
Stefan or, even worse, Kurt had clients in their offices?—he purposefully made
his way down the wide internal hallway and out to the reception area, stopping
there to address the receptionist and interrupting her from what he was sure
must be a very juicy romance novel.
chair with what he knew to be unnecessary force, grabbed his cell phone, and
left his office. Giving his office door as much of a slam as he dared—what if
Stefan or, even worse, Kurt had clients in their offices?—he purposefully made
his way down the wide internal hallway and out to the reception area, stopping
there to address the receptionist and interrupting her from what he was sure
must be a very juicy romance novel.
“Wanda, I’m stepping out for
about an hour. If those imbeciles at the warehouse call about the Conrad order,
tell them I’ll get back to them in about twelve hundred calories.”
about an hour. If those imbeciles at the warehouse call about the Conrad order,
tell them I’ll get back to them in about twelve hundred calories.”
Chase barreled past a
stunned and totally-clueless Wanda, down the elevator and headed out onto the
sidewalk. He didn’t care if she understood. Right now, he just didn’t care
about much. The morning air still crisp, Chase took a long, deep breath, as if
clearing his lungs would rid him of the frustration the morning had already
given him. A short walk to the trendy coffee shop on the next corner would be
just the thing to cleanse his mood and give him a fresh outlook for a new
beginning on the day. What had happened to him last week, along with snafus
like this morning, were cutting into his otherwise positive outlook about
himself personally and his burgeoning career as one of the areas up-and-coming
new designers. His thoughts drifted back to how the trouble had all began.
stunned and totally-clueless Wanda, down the elevator and headed out onto the
sidewalk. He didn’t care if she understood. Right now, he just didn’t care
about much. The morning air still crisp, Chase took a long, deep breath, as if
clearing his lungs would rid him of the frustration the morning had already
given him. A short walk to the trendy coffee shop on the next corner would be
just the thing to cleanse his mood and give him a fresh outlook for a new
beginning on the day. What had happened to him last week, along with snafus
like this morning, were cutting into his otherwise positive outlook about
himself personally and his burgeoning career as one of the areas up-and-coming
new designers. His thoughts drifted back to how the trouble had all began.
“What do you mean you’re going to ask her to marry you?”
Chase could still remember
the shrieking tone in his voice when he asked his lover of several months how
he could want to be with a woman…and forever. Chase and Brad had been quite the
item—or at least it seemed that way to Chase.
the shrieking tone in his voice when he asked his lover of several months how
he could want to be with a woman…and forever. Chase and Brad had been quite the
item—or at least it seemed that way to Chase.
Yes, Brad had been dating
Sylvia when they first met. In fact, Chase remembered the first time they’d
laid eyes on each other—and shortly after, hands, tongues, and…well, everything
else. Their meeting had occurred during one of Brad’s dates with the woman.
Sylvia when they first met. In fact, Chase remembered the first time they’d
laid eyes on each other—and shortly after, hands, tongues, and…well, everything
else. Their meeting had occurred during one of Brad’s dates with the woman.
Chase had been invited to a
big gathering at a local estate. He’d been privileged to design and supervise a
huge redecoration project there. The invitees numbered over a hundred and Chase
frankly had to stifle yawns of boredom. Good business mandated, though, that he
hang around and be recognized as the person who created the luxurious ambiance
the guests so enjoyed. Regardless of the money their firm spent on advertising,
the best source of leads remained word of mouth and networking. Given how many
people were in attendance and the quantity of champagne the waiters seemed to
be pouring, there would be plenty of word of mouth happening.
big gathering at a local estate. He’d been privileged to design and supervise a
huge redecoration project there. The invitees numbered over a hundred and Chase
frankly had to stifle yawns of boredom. Good business mandated, though, that he
hang around and be recognized as the person who created the luxurious ambiance
the guests so enjoyed. Regardless of the money their firm spent on advertising,
the best source of leads remained word of mouth and networking. Given how many
people were in attendance and the quantity of champagne the waiters seemed to
be pouring, there would be plenty of word of mouth happening.
He watched as the
hostess—what a pain she had been to work with—wove among the guests, shaking
hands, laughing, making conversation. He even noticed that while she
circulated, her husband used the opportunity to visit with every young, pretty
thing in the room, copping the occasional feel. Chase just shook his head in
wonderment. The woman was a dyed-in-the-wool bitch, but even she didn’t deserve to be disrespected in
that way, especially in front of her guests at her very own house.
hostess—what a pain she had been to work with—wove among the guests, shaking
hands, laughing, making conversation. He even noticed that while she
circulated, her husband used the opportunity to visit with every young, pretty
thing in the room, copping the occasional feel. Chase just shook his head in
wonderment. The woman was a dyed-in-the-wool bitch, but even she didn’t deserve to be disrespected in
that way, especially in front of her guests at her very own house.
What a circus. If I stay about
a half hour longer, I should be able to leave without sacrificing any future
coups. Chase grabbed another glass of champagne, leaned back against the
stone pillar, and resumed his favorite pastime—checking out the men at the
party. The women held little allure for him, unless they had deep pockets and a
need to hire a decorator. Chase’s interest focused more on the faces, builds,
asses, and bulges of the male guests. He hadn’t been laid in quite some time
and the tension built in him.
a half hour longer, I should be able to leave without sacrificing any future
coups. Chase grabbed another glass of champagne, leaned back against the
stone pillar, and resumed his favorite pastime—checking out the men at the
party. The women held little allure for him, unless they had deep pockets and a
need to hire a decorator. Chase’s interest focused more on the faces, builds,
asses, and bulges of the male guests. He hadn’t been laid in quite some time
and the tension built in him.
He’d just about determined
the dark-haired man with the older blonde woman had to be gay and a hired
escort for the night when someone brushed against his shoulder—a little too
close to be accidental.
the dark-haired man with the older blonde woman had to be gay and a hired
escort for the night when someone brushed against his shoulder—a little too
close to be accidental.
“I don’t think you’re
checking out the woman for some action there, pal. I think you’re sizing up her
date. Do you think he’s the right size for you?” the masculine voice whispered
softly, its timbre filled with innuendo.
checking out the woman for some action there, pal. I think you’re sizing up her
date. Do you think he’s the right size for you?” the masculine voice whispered
softly, its timbre filled with innuendo.
Chase steeled himself not to
turn around. The thrill the hot, suggestive statement promised had gone
straight to his groin and his dick woke immediately.
turn around. The thrill the hot, suggestive statement promised had gone
straight to his groin and his dick woke immediately.
Taking a deep breath, Chase
kept his eyes forward but turned his head ever-so-slightly in the direction of
the voice at his shoulder, replying in the same tone the man used. “How very
astute of you. But to answer your question… I don’t know. They say size isn’t
important, but I’m thinking I could use long, hard, and large right about now.”
Chase smiled inside as he considered he’d returned as good as the mystery voice
had given, and the excitement of the game they played made him even harder as
he finished his statement.
kept his eyes forward but turned his head ever-so-slightly in the direction of
the voice at his shoulder, replying in the same tone the man used. “How very
astute of you. But to answer your question… I don’t know. They say size isn’t
important, but I’m thinking I could use long, hard, and large right about now.”
Chase smiled inside as he considered he’d returned as good as the mystery voice
had given, and the excitement of the game they played made him even harder as
he finished his statement.
“Well, if you need long,
hard, and large right now, maybe you don’t have to search too far away. Why don’t
you just look here?”
hard, and large right now, maybe you don’t have to search too far away. Why don’t
you just look here?”
Chase turned to face the
source of the mysterious voice and fell straight into the deepest nearly-black
eyes he’d ever seen. The man, his exact height and build, stood eye-to-eye and
so close they were nearly nose-to-nose. Chase’s cock twitched, and he considered
briefly if the mystery man’s did the same, they could duel like swordsman—horny
maleness seeking satisfaction.
source of the mysterious voice and fell straight into the deepest nearly-black
eyes he’d ever seen. The man, his exact height and build, stood eye-to-eye and
so close they were nearly nose-to-nose. Chase’s cock twitched, and he considered
briefly if the mystery man’s did the same, they could duel like swordsman—horny
maleness seeking satisfaction.
“So, it seems you may have
an interest in fulfilling a need I have,” Chase addressed the man, not moving a
muscle closer or backing away. “It’s a powerful need, and it will take someone
of considerable ardor to satisfy it. Do you think you can handle it?”
an interest in fulfilling a need I have,” Chase addressed the man, not moving a
muscle closer or backing away. “It’s a powerful need, and it will take someone
of considerable ardor to satisfy it. Do you think you can handle it?”
The dark-eyed stranger didn’t
flinch when he gave Chase a piercing stare and replied in a thick, even voice, “Handling
you expresses exactly what I had in
mind—right now. And I think you’ll find my ardor sufficient to please.”
flinch when he gave Chase a piercing stare and replied in a thick, even voice, “Handling
you expresses exactly what I had in
mind—right now. And I think you’ll find my ardor sufficient to please.”
Chase wouldn’t play games
any longer. It was becoming rather painful, standing inches from what was
quickly developing into a very promising situation. He gave the man a
meaningful glance and made his way down the steps leading off the pool deck
into the manicured gardens below. He strolled slowly but deliberately to the
darkest, most secluded spot he could find. Once there, he quickly freed his stiff
dick. The head already dripped with the juice of potential fulfillment. He couldn’t
resist the temptation to stroke his organ while he waited, hoping he’d been
followed—and finding out quickly he had.
any longer. It was becoming rather painful, standing inches from what was
quickly developing into a very promising situation. He gave the man a
meaningful glance and made his way down the steps leading off the pool deck
into the manicured gardens below. He strolled slowly but deliberately to the
darkest, most secluded spot he could find. Once there, he quickly freed his stiff
dick. The head already dripped with the juice of potential fulfillment. He couldn’t
resist the temptation to stroke his organ while he waited, hoping he’d been
followed—and finding out quickly he had.
The handsome stranger’s eyes
widened when he noticed Chase’s hand wrapped around his hardened sex, the head
glistening with pre-cum. The man stepped closer, freed his own cock, and
grasped it firmly.
widened when he noticed Chase’s hand wrapped around his hardened sex, the head
glistening with pre-cum. The man stepped closer, freed his own cock, and
grasped it firmly.
“Beautiful,” he said before
his mouth descended on Chase’s.
his mouth descended on Chase’s.
Hot, wet, and demanding,
Chase didn’t think he’d ever wanted a kiss so badly.
Chase didn’t think he’d ever wanted a kiss so badly.
Pulling back, he managed to
gasp, “I need your cock.”
gasp, “I need your cock.”
“And I need yours,” the man
answered then removed his grip on his own staff and led Chase to switch hands, so
he held the stranger’s length and the man grasped Chase’s firmly.
answered then removed his grip on his own staff and led Chase to switch hands, so
he held the stranger’s length and the man grasped Chase’s firmly.
For the next several
minutes, Chase fought to stay ahead of his feelings and his approaching orgasm.
Chase joined their cocks in the same hand, giving each pull of his sex the
double friction of two men’s hands and the feel of another cock rubbing and
throbbing against his—intense and nasty, needy and primal. He deepened their
kiss—wet and desperate. His tongue probed and darted, matching the cock strokes—hot,
horny. Finally, as if on cue, Chase’s release gave way, along with the man’s,
their cum mixing in their hands.
minutes, Chase fought to stay ahead of his feelings and his approaching orgasm.
Chase joined their cocks in the same hand, giving each pull of his sex the
double friction of two men’s hands and the feel of another cock rubbing and
throbbing against his—intense and nasty, needy and primal. He deepened their
kiss—wet and desperate. His tongue probed and darted, matching the cock strokes—hot,
horny. Finally, as if on cue, Chase’s release gave way, along with the man’s,
their cum mixing in their hands.
That surprise encounter had
been the beginning of him and Brad. After their adventure that night, Brad
slipped Chase a business card with his contact information and went back to the
party to find his date and girlfriend, Sylvia, who’d made a trip to the lounge
to freshen up. Chase had known about Sylvia from the beginning, but Brad had
been the hottest and sexiest partner he’d ever had. Besides, Brad had told him
Sylvia was a nice woman that he cared about but their relationship was really
no big deal. Brad spent time with Sylvia and never talked badly about her, but
based upon what Brad had told him, Chase believed he used her more as a ‘beard’
to keep the world at large from discovering what a true ‘man’s man’ he was. Brad
always found time for them to get together—and get together they did. They
couldn’t keep their hands off one another. They’d almost been caught several
times.
been the beginning of him and Brad. After their adventure that night, Brad
slipped Chase a business card with his contact information and went back to the
party to find his date and girlfriend, Sylvia, who’d made a trip to the lounge
to freshen up. Chase had known about Sylvia from the beginning, but Brad had
been the hottest and sexiest partner he’d ever had. Besides, Brad had told him
Sylvia was a nice woman that he cared about but their relationship was really
no big deal. Brad spent time with Sylvia and never talked badly about her, but
based upon what Brad had told him, Chase believed he used her more as a ‘beard’
to keep the world at large from discovering what a true ‘man’s man’ he was. Brad
always found time for them to get together—and get together they did. They
couldn’t keep their hands off one another. They’d almost been caught several
times.
Chase closed his eyes while
he waited at the light, remembering the feeling of Brad’s hot, wet mouth
wrapped around his dick. And it had been so long since he’d sunk his cock into
Brad’s sweet, sweet ass or taken Brad’s dick into his.
he waited at the light, remembering the feeling of Brad’s hot, wet mouth
wrapped around his dick. And it had been so long since he’d sunk his cock into
Brad’s sweet, sweet ass or taken Brad’s dick into his.
Brad never promised Chase
anything, but Chase had secretly hoped Brad would realize they were meant to be
together. After all, everything with them seemed to fit perfectly. How can Brad not see that? But just last
week Brad had destroyed his hopes with the news he intended to ask Sylvia to
marry him.
anything, but Chase had secretly hoped Brad would realize they were meant to be
together. After all, everything with them seemed to fit perfectly. How can Brad not see that? But just last
week Brad had destroyed his hopes with the news he intended to ask Sylvia to
marry him.
“We can still get together,”
Brad had said.
Brad had said.
Stricken and lovesick over
the news, he had his limits—fucking a married man among them. Chase called it
off, then and there. After tears, scotch, and a couple of movie musical DVDs
accompanied by buttery popcorn, he’d readied himself to face the world again.
But what did the world give him? Damask! Damned damask!
the news, he had his limits—fucking a married man among them. Chase called it
off, then and there. After tears, scotch, and a couple of movie musical DVDs
accompanied by buttery popcorn, he’d readied himself to face the world again.
But what did the world give him? Damask! Damned damask!
Chapter Two
Chase entered the coffee
shop, needing that hot, black coffee more than ever. Luckily, there were only a
couple people ahead of him in the queue, giving him just enough time to
consider his choices of pastry. The desired and dreaded carrot cake slathered
with cream cheese icing tempted him mightily but he tore his gaze away from it,
trying to whip up some interest in the healthier but decidedly boring bran
muffin.
shop, needing that hot, black coffee more than ever. Luckily, there were only a
couple people ahead of him in the queue, giving him just enough time to
consider his choices of pastry. The desired and dreaded carrot cake slathered
with cream cheese icing tempted him mightily but he tore his gaze away from it,
trying to whip up some interest in the healthier but decidedly boring bran
muffin.
“Hey, Chase, what’s your
pleasure today?” Mandy, the barista asked. “You look like your dog got run
over, and you don’t even have a dog. No offense.”
pleasure today?” Mandy, the barista asked. “You look like your dog got run
over, and you don’t even have a dog. No offense.”
“None taken, and anything
that isn’t made of damask or named Brad will work fine,” Chase answered,
knowing Mandy wouldn’t have a clue what the hell he was talking about but not
being able to refrain from spitting out exactly how he felt nonetheless.
that isn’t made of damask or named Brad will work fine,” Chase answered,
knowing Mandy wouldn’t have a clue what the hell he was talking about but not
being able to refrain from spitting out exactly how he felt nonetheless.
“All righty then… One no-damask,
no-Brad coming right up—not. Would you like to try that order again?” Mandy
laughed, and Chase had to smile at her one arched eyebrow and her cute dimples,
even though they did nothing for him that
way.
no-Brad coming right up—not. Would you like to try that order again?” Mandy
laughed, and Chase had to smile at her one arched eyebrow and her cute dimples,
even though they did nothing for him that
way.
“Sure, Mand,” he forced a
smile and called her by her nickname to soften his initial comment. Just
because he felt lower than a snake’s belly wasn’t reason to take it out on her.
He was a regular and she was one of his java besties. They’d passed more than a
few hours when she wasn’t busy, commiserating about life disappointments in
general and man problems in specific. “I’ll just take coffee black this time.
Give me the darkest roast you’ve got ready, please.”
smile and called her by her nickname to soften his initial comment. Just
because he felt lower than a snake’s belly wasn’t reason to take it out on her.
He was a regular and she was one of his java besties. They’d passed more than a
few hours when she wasn’t busy, commiserating about life disappointments in
general and man problems in specific. “I’ll just take coffee black this time.
Give me the darkest roast you’ve got ready, please.”
“Want a pastry with that?”
Mandy threw the question back over her shoulder to him while she dispensed the
coffee. He could see the steam rising from the brew, and he was hopeful its
warmth would cure what ailed him.
Mandy threw the question back over her shoulder to him while she dispensed the
coffee. He could see the steam rising from the brew, and he was hopeful its
warmth would cure what ailed him.
“Nah, thanks though. I think
I’ll behave myself this morning, though tell your Nana that the carrot cake
should be illegal. I’m going to call the police and have them at her door one
of these days.”
I’ll behave myself this morning, though tell your Nana that the carrot cake
should be illegal. I’m going to call the police and have them at her door one
of these days.”
That made Mandy smile and
with a wink, she handed him the cup, took his money, and turned to the next
customer.
with a wink, she handed him the cup, took his money, and turned to the next
customer.
Coffee in hand, Chase made
his way to an empty table in the corner. Maybe a few minutes of quiet and hot
java, would pick him up. He congratulated himself on avoiding the muffin, but
he wasn’t entirely certain he wouldn’t weaken, go back to the counter, and get
it and the carrot cake after all. His
current outlook on life? Down—about as down as anyone could be. The breakup
with Brad had really shattered his confidence in the relationship department.
his way to an empty table in the corner. Maybe a few minutes of quiet and hot
java, would pick him up. He congratulated himself on avoiding the muffin, but
he wasn’t entirely certain he wouldn’t weaken, go back to the counter, and get
it and the carrot cake after all. His
current outlook on life? Down—about as down as anyone could be. The breakup
with Brad had really shattered his confidence in the relationship department.
Wait, could we even have a breakup if Brad kept his
relationship with his girlfriend the entire time? What did we have besides some really hot sex? How much of a jerk am I, believing him and
cheating with him on the side? Shit. That’s so not me—or at least it’s not who
I thought I was or who I ever wanted to be.
relationship with his girlfriend the entire time? What did we have besides some really hot sex? How much of a jerk am I, believing him and
cheating with him on the side? Shit. That’s so not me—or at least it’s not who
I thought I was or who I ever wanted to be.
Staring into his steaming
coffee, Chase reflected on the realization he’d wasted months of his life on a
relationship that likely was all in his imagination. Brad had used him. He’d
been nothing to the man he cared for but a sex toy, a fuck buddy. His stomach
dropped with the understanding and made Chase feel even worse, if that were
possible. What an idiot! I deserve
someone who returns my feelings and doesn’t consider me just an easy lay—even
if I acted like one!
coffee, Chase reflected on the realization he’d wasted months of his life on a
relationship that likely was all in his imagination. Brad had used him. He’d
been nothing to the man he cared for but a sex toy, a fuck buddy. His stomach
dropped with the understanding and made Chase feel even worse, if that were
possible. What an idiot! I deserve
someone who returns my feelings and doesn’t consider me just an easy lay—even
if I acted like one!
And then the business—damn that damask! Chase couldn’t even
get an order right this week. Kurt bouncing off the ceiling was a given. He
involuntarily cringed at the thought of facing that when he got back to his
office.
get an order right this week. Kurt bouncing off the ceiling was a given. He
involuntarily cringed at the thought of facing that when he got back to his
office.
Kurt, one of the triumvirate
involved in Just for You, along with Stefan and Chase, had turned their boyhood
friendship into a partnership that suited each of their individual talents.
Chase had a knack for color and design detail. Stefan was a master carpenter
and all-around handyman, and Kurt possessed an uncanny ability to market, woo
potential customers, and coordinate the financial and physical details of
project organization and fulfillment. Together they’d forged the most
successful concierge design business in the city—and in a relatively short time.
involved in Just for You, along with Stefan and Chase, had turned their boyhood
friendship into a partnership that suited each of their individual talents.
Chase had a knack for color and design detail. Stefan was a master carpenter
and all-around handyman, and Kurt possessed an uncanny ability to market, woo
potential customers, and coordinate the financial and physical details of
project organization and fulfillment. Together they’d forged the most
successful concierge design business in the city—and in a relatively short time.
Chase felt pride in the
three of them. They’d met in grade school and been quite the trio. They were as
different as they were alike, and those similarities and differences were what
made their friendship special.
three of them. They’d met in grade school and been quite the trio. They were as
different as they were alike, and those similarities and differences were what
made their friendship special.
Chase had always been the
smaller, more slightly built of most of the kids in school and the very
interests that led him to eventually become a decorator also opened him to
harassment and bullying. He was proud of his creative eye and his artistic
abilities now, but during those awkward, formative years, they had been challenging,
to say the least.
smaller, more slightly built of most of the kids in school and the very
interests that led him to eventually become a decorator also opened him to
harassment and bullying. He was proud of his creative eye and his artistic
abilities now, but during those awkward, formative years, they had been challenging,
to say the least.
He remembered it as if it
were yesterday. He’d been walking home from school one day—he thought it was
during his fifth grade year—when a couple of the older—and much bigger—boys
from his class had cornered him against Mrs. Johnson’s hedgerow.
were yesterday. He’d been walking home from school one day—he thought it was
during his fifth grade year—when a couple of the older—and much bigger—boys
from his class had cornered him against Mrs. Johnson’s hedgerow.
“Hey, squirt, got any treats
in that bookbag for us?” They’d crowded up to him, making him instantly
fearful. It wasn’t the first time he’d been put upon this way by these boys,
and they had friends who did similar things as well.
in that bookbag for us?” They’d crowded up to him, making him instantly
fearful. It wasn’t the first time he’d been put upon this way by these boys,
and they had friends who did similar things as well.
Chase hadn’t known what to
say. His bookbag didn’t have anything in it they would like, and he somehow
knew that wasn’t going to bode well for him. So, he just remained silent,
waiting to see what fate would befall him. It seemed the safest route to take.
say. His bookbag didn’t have anything in it they would like, and he somehow
knew that wasn’t going to bode well for him. So, he just remained silent,
waiting to see what fate would befall him. It seemed the safest route to take.
“What’s the matter, buddy?
Cat got your tongue?” The one named Marv put a beefy palm against Chase’s chest
and pushed him back farther against the hedge. The branches poked his back and
he felt the sting of scrapes against his arms. There’d be some scratches there,
for sure. Still he remained silent. What’s
the point of trying to reason with them?
Cat got your tongue?” The one named Marv put a beefy palm against Chase’s chest
and pushed him back farther against the hedge. The branches poked his back and
he felt the sting of scrapes against his arms. There’d be some scratches there,
for sure. Still he remained silent. What’s
the point of trying to reason with them?
Suddenly the other
boy—wasn’t Chad his name?—grabbed Chase’s jaw and squeezed his mouth into a
painful pucker.
boy—wasn’t Chad his name?—grabbed Chase’s jaw and squeezed his mouth into a
painful pucker.
“Hey, pretty boy? Wanna give
me a treat from your bag—or maybe you want to share another kind? I think
you’re one of those sissy boys who’d rather play dolls with the girls and play
mush-mush games with other boys. Is that the kind of treat you’d like to give
us? Gimme a kissy-kissy.” He’d put his face so close up to Chase’s that Chase
could smell his fetid breath.
me a treat from your bag—or maybe you want to share another kind? I think
you’re one of those sissy boys who’d rather play dolls with the girls and play
mush-mush games with other boys. Is that the kind of treat you’d like to give
us? Gimme a kissy-kissy.” He’d put his face so close up to Chase’s that Chase
could smell his fetid breath.
Man, who’d want to kiss that mouth?
Chase’s fear was momentarily pierced by that thought and he nearly smiled. Now that would not be a smart thing to do.
Chase’s fear was momentarily pierced by that thought and he nearly smiled. Now that would not be a smart thing to do.
Chase just remained silent
and still, hoping against hope that they might move on or at the very least,
not hurt him too badly. He’d closed his eyes to wait for their next taunting
salvo when suddenly the hands that had been grabbing at him were wrenched away,
pulling him forward a bit with them.
and still, hoping against hope that they might move on or at the very least,
not hurt him too badly. He’d closed his eyes to wait for their next taunting
salvo when suddenly the hands that had been grabbing at him were wrenched away,
pulling him forward a bit with them.
The memory of opening his
eyes and seeing two other boys, taller than him and definitely more physical,
holding onto Marv and Chad with relative ease, still stayed with Chase. One of
them—he knew now it had been Kurt—addressed the bullies.
eyes and seeing two other boys, taller than him and definitely more physical,
holding onto Marv and Chad with relative ease, still stayed with Chase. One of
them—he knew now it had been Kurt—addressed the bullies.
“Now what are the two of you
doing? Don’t you know it isn’t a good thing to bother a friend of ours?” Kurt
shook Marv just a little as he delivered the question in a deceptively sweet
and sing-songy tone.
doing? Don’t you know it isn’t a good thing to bother a friend of ours?” Kurt
shook Marv just a little as he delivered the question in a deceptively sweet
and sing-songy tone.
A friend? Chase had seen these two around the school, but they’d never
met, much less formed a friendship. But at this moment, he wasn’t about to
contradict his rescuer’s statement. About that time, the other boy—Stefan, he’d
later learned—literally picked Chad up and tossed him into a nearby bush.
met, much less formed a friendship. But at this moment, he wasn’t about to
contradict his rescuer’s statement. About that time, the other boy—Stefan, he’d
later learned—literally picked Chad up and tossed him into a nearby bush.
“Don’t ever let me see you near this guy again. If you know what’s good
for you, you’ll give him a wide berth—unless you want to grow up in that hedge
you tried to back him into, that is.” Stefan wiped his hands on his jeans, as
if needing to clean himself off after putting out the garbage.
for you, you’ll give him a wide berth—unless you want to grow up in that hedge
you tried to back him into, that is.” Stefan wiped his hands on his jeans, as
if needing to clean himself off after putting out the garbage.
Giving Marv a shove so he
landed on top of Chad, Kurt clapped Stefan on the back, they exchanged a high
five, and turned to Chase.
landed on top of Chad, Kurt clapped Stefan on the back, they exchanged a high
five, and turned to Chase.
“Hey, dude, I’m Kurt. This
is Stefan. Want to go grab a soda?”
is Stefan. Want to go grab a soda?”
And that’s how it had begun.
Their friendship had only deepened since that day. Chase recalled their awkward
phases and the uncertainty, embarrassment then wonder at the realization they
were all gay. They’d navigated the sometimes-treacherous waters of growth from
being children, to adolescents, and on into adulthood—and they’d done it
together. They’d even come out to their families together. What a night that
had been. They’d planned a multi-family cookout, and over dessert of triple
chocolate cake, they’d broken the news. Chase smiled when he pictured the looks
of shock on some of the faces and the mix of reactions. They’d nearly held
their collective breath until their parents had ultimately come to terms with
what their sons had chosen to share with them en masse. Thankfully everyone had
accepted them and who they’d discovered themselves to be. Chase smiled when he
reviewed the memory.
Their friendship had only deepened since that day. Chase recalled their awkward
phases and the uncertainty, embarrassment then wonder at the realization they
were all gay. They’d navigated the sometimes-treacherous waters of growth from
being children, to adolescents, and on into adulthood—and they’d done it
together. They’d even come out to their families together. What a night that
had been. They’d planned a multi-family cookout, and over dessert of triple
chocolate cake, they’d broken the news. Chase smiled when he pictured the looks
of shock on some of the faces and the mix of reactions. They’d nearly held
their collective breath until their parents had ultimately come to terms with
what their sons had chosen to share with them en masse. Thankfully everyone had
accepted them and who they’d discovered themselves to be. Chase smiled when he
reviewed the memory.
That night, along with all the other experiences we’ve
shared, forged a bond among us that’s saved my ass on more than one occasion.
Life might be shit right now, but my friends are the best.
shared, forged a bond among us that’s saved my ass on more than one occasion.
Life might be shit right now, but my friends are the best.
He might not have Brad, but
at least Chase had his best buddies and his business, even if he would have to
deal with—
at least Chase had his best buddies and his business, even if he would have to
deal with—
I have got to let go of the damned damask! If they won’t take
it back, maybe I can use it in Mrs. Shaupenouer’s dining room design.
it back, maybe I can use it in Mrs. Shaupenouer’s dining room design.
Chase had nearly made peace
with the morning’s material order error when fate made him look up, straight
into the gaze of the best-looking man ever born.
with the morning’s material order error when fate made him look up, straight
into the gaze of the best-looking man ever born.
Damn! Who are you and where have you been all my life?
The attraction to the tall,
dark-haired man felled Chase instantly—mentally, emotionally, and physically.
He even felt a little lightheaded, which didn’t really surprise him, since so
much blood seemed to have rushed from his brain to his suddenly wide-awake and
rising-to-attention dick. Dropping his head to stare into his now-empty coffee
cup, he suddenly had more questions than answers.
dark-haired man felled Chase instantly—mentally, emotionally, and physically.
He even felt a little lightheaded, which didn’t really surprise him, since so
much blood seemed to have rushed from his brain to his suddenly wide-awake and
rising-to-attention dick. Dropping his head to stare into his now-empty coffee
cup, he suddenly had more questions than answers.
Who are you? Why are you looking at me? Are you interested? What
should I do now?
Parker James is a unique, multi-variant personality who loves everything that has to do with love. Parker lives in Florida surrounded by wonderful friends, a home she remodeled herself—well, okay, paid someone to do what she wanted—and a rescued feral cat. While a published author in other areas, this is one of Parker’s first forays into M/M romantic erotica, but there are many, many more to come! Email: parker@parkerjamesbooks.com
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