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Eyes closed, I murmured, "Are you kissing it better?"
"Am I?"
"I think so. My lips hurt too.
'Darling, you have to come home,' she started in as soon as I answered. 'You cannot possibly want to stay in that ... that tomb with bodies falling out of the wall!'
'I don't know why not,' I replied. 'It's everything a ghoul could ask for.'
I couldn't see him putting up with the restraints and discipline of being a Bottom - he wouldn't have been able to remember half the rules - and no sane person would allow Rob to be his Top.
Hey, its not much of a closet is it?"
"No. Its not. I don't like closets. Life's to short to spend hiding in the dark.
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"Well since you ask so nicely ... ."
There was silence. I listened. He didn't say anything.
"Are we communicating through the Psychic Hotline or what?
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Not worried about the decor, Brandt. Seriously. Just find us some place where no one you knew from the good old days is going to walk in on us."
"The Black Bear Inn it is," Will said ( ... ) "For the record, those weren't the good old days. These days with you, these are the good old days. Right now.
Emma sat up very straight in the saddle. Her eyes were huge, but she said bravely, "I could do it!"
"I know you can."
"I wasn't afraid."
"There's nothing wrong with being afraid," I told her. "It's how you handle it.
Intimacy issues' is code for 'I haven't met the right person.'"
"And what is 'trust issues' code for?"
Pierce held his gaze. "I'm afraid to believe I've met the right person.
It means I know you, Adrien with an e, and I know you get reckless when you're impatient. You're paying for this investigation, and I'll keep you apprised every step of the way, but if you even think about going rogue on this one, I'm turning in my fedora and you can hire some other dick."
I don't want any other dick. I closed my mouth on that one - metaphorically speaking - and said, "I don't know why the hell everyone seems to think I'm so reckless -
A lot of kids are shocked at the idea of people over thirty having sex. (Max)
I prefer creatures with the proper amount of legs. Two or four are good. Six, eight, or none ... that's just not right.
It was dark." "I'd know you in the dark, Tucker." Tucker's eyes flashed up to meet Elliot's. He said curtly. "Yeah. I'd know you too.
And then I sagged forward, utterly spent, emptied…light as air. I felt like I could have floated up and out…slipping through the open window and drifting away across the rooftops and satellite dishes and telephone wires…sailing away into the faintly smiling stars.
It wasn't merely fatigue. although it continued to worry me how tired i was all the time. I had a strange sense of missing something, of being in the wrong place - no matter where I was.
Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, "I still dream about you."
"I have nightmares about you." I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.
I'm not going to let go of you. I'm going to hold you all night. So go ahead and feel whatever you feel. If you're still craving cocaine, go ahead. You're safe. You can crave it all you want, but I won't let go, and if you still feel like you can't trust yourself in the morning, and it's what you want, I'll drive you to rehab myself. Okay?" ~ Max
Peter is ... adjusting. He's back in school, and he's doing quite well. I wish you could find it in your heart to forgive him."
"I've got this funny resentful streak about people who try to kill me.
You're healthy. The healthiest I've ever known you. And that's how I want it to stay. I want you around for a long, long time. I want to spend the next fifty years with you. I'm counting on spending the next fifty years with you. So please, for the love of God, don't do anything to mess that up for us. Not everyone gets a second chance." "I
Will stared at him with utter disbelief. "Am I really supposed to answer that? What do you think I want? I want you." He added bitterly, "Who wouldn't want you? Seeing you're so sweet-tempered and understanding.
I cracked the window shades of my eyes. Jake knelt over me, the head of my cock in his mouth.
I raised my head, mumbled, "What are you doing?"
He paused the proceedings long enough to utter, "If you don't know, I must not be doing it correctly.
Look, Paul. I appreciate what you're telling me, but I gave Jake my word. Not to mention the fact, he'd throw my ass in jail if he found out I tried to go around him."
"He wouldn't, you know," he said. "Jake's a pussycat."
Yeah, just a big old saber-toothed tiger.
You're crazy about me, Elliot ... "
"You know how I know, Elliot?" ...
"I know how you feel because I feel the same way.
My mother made a sound that from a lesser woman would have been a snort.
How did people get over this? They obviously did. Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on to the next picnic table.
He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire.
Yeah, that was the life.
You're kind of a smart ass when you're not flat on your face.
Okay, baby?
Riordan was walking toward me. I realized he was talking to me.
Rick said, "Is there some place we can go and talk?"
"You want to talk?," Keir raised an eyebrow. "I never thought I'd see the day."
"Nah, I want to tell you this joke I heard."
Keir nodded, patient. "Shoot."
"Two Irish cops walk into a bar. The first cop says ... " Rick's voice dropped. He said gruffly, "I love you. Come home."
Keir managed to keep his voice steady. "What's the other cop say?"
The sweetness of Rick's smile was like a kick in his chest. "That's what I'm here to find out, boyo.
What the hell was it that people loved so much about the great outdoors? It was just one fatal accident after another waiting to happen.
'Adult life is a series of compromises, Adrien.'
'Yeah, only you're negotiating with the Devil.'
Still not looking at me, he growled, 'Oh, go to hell.'
I raised my water in a toast. 'Sure. I'll follow the trail of bread crumbs you're scattering.'
I gave a helpless laugh. "Damned if I know. I think ... we seem to have reached impasse.
I feel betrayed by your friendship with Verlane. I realize that's not logical. I realize that if I'd made the mistakes Verlane has made, I'd want my friends to stand by me, hope that someone would help me when the time came. I just ... "
"What?"
I met his eyes. "I just need to come first for someone, Guy.
Some guys say it with flowers," Tucker said. "I bring you arson reports.
First of all, ideas aren't the hard part. Secondly, there are no new ideas, only the author's unique execution.
A wolf cannot outrun its shadow.
What the hell are you doing?"
I smiled, thinking how odd it was that he was the only person in the world I could say this to. "I'm scared."
He was staring at me. "No way. I've never known anyone with more guts than you."
"We're just not afraid of the same things.
WTF was my problem?
There was always one person more devoted than the other in a relationship, right?
You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so. I don't mind.
And yet, even as I made these plans, there was a small dismayed corner of my heart. Like those stupid cartoons when you're a kid: little red devil on one shoulder and the little angel in his nightie on the other. My good angel was hiding his eyes.
The battle rages eternal, though the race, religion, gender or sexual orientation of those discriminated against changes regularly. Maybe man's need for a scapegoat is genetically programmed into him.
Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled
welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.
Maybe that was what grown-up life was really about. Doing what everyone else thought you should do.
Cynicism. I liked that in a man.
Just so you know,If I have to be shackled to someone, I'd choose you everytime.
Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.
What I like about cooking is that, so long as you follow the recipe exactly, everything always turns out perfect. It's too bad there's no recipe for happiness. Happiness is more like pastry - which is to say that you can take pains to keep cool and not overwork the dough, but if you don't have that certain light touch, your best efforts still fall flat.
The work-around is to buy what you need. I'm talking about pastry, not happiness, although money does make things easier all around.
I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?
This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God's chillun are made how God made 'em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.
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"Just till you wise up."
"I'm flattered you think that's a possibility."
"Yeah, well it's lucky I've rolled a lot of vacation.
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That's the thing about sex. So much of it is just plain awkward, clumsy, are-you-sure-this-is-going-to-fit-I-think-they-forgot-to-include-the-washers.
Don't say anything against indies. They're very sensitive. One hint of elitism and they'll be organizing a twitcott.
I think it was the ChapStick that did it; he tasted like ChapStick and Jack Daniels. That reminder of human vulnerability got to me in a way that polished experience wouldn't have. Not that he had lied about the experience.
Was floozy the kind of job that required good references? Matt doubted it, but he refrained from saying so.
He despised violence. He believed he was smarter than that, better than that. A civilized man. After seeing Martin Pink in the flesh again - he knew just how thin the veneer of civilization was.
Her back to me, she said, "I know what Paul thinks. Everyone thinks I didn't love Porter, that I just married him for the money, but Porter and I
" She shrugged.
As avowals of lasting love go, I've sat through more professional presentations.
But I said, "No outsider can understand a relationship between two people." Hell, sometimes even the people in the relationship couldn't understand it.
I caught sight of Fraser in a pair of tight black Speedos. Ugh. Did he have a permit to carry that thing in public?
Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.
Did he want to put a cock ring on me or did he fear I wanted to put a wedding ring on him?
You say potato, I say potahto." "I say rice pilaf. I say you're trying to distract me with talk of side dishes.
There was nothing like working law enforcement for a few years to give you a jaded view of human nature. No matter how well you thought you knew someone, no one ever entirely knew anyone else.
Laroche was wrong about that, wrong about men not understanding love.
Anyway, most of the romantic poems and songs and paintings in the world were by men, so what was she talking about?
One thing I've noticed about getting older, it takes twice as much work to get half the results one formerly achieved by falling out of bed.
You don't look so hot, Adrien."
"Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day."
His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.
The phone rang, picked up, and the same male voice announced, "Chris Powers."
"Hey there, Chris. Are you aware it's a felony to make threats over the phone?"
To give Powers his fair due, he got over his shock within a split second. "Try it, asshole. I dare you. My lawyers will have you for lunch." He clicked off again.
I did what any red-blooded American male would do. I called my big, ex-cop ex-boyfriend.
If there was one thing I learned in the last twenty-four hours, it was how short life is – how long death – and how there was never enough love to go around.
He was right. I knew the score. He'd never pretended it was other than it was
whatever the hell that was.
I'd never kidded myself there was any chance for us. Well, not often anyway.
I guess my mistake had been in believing he was too smart and too honest not to eventually realize ...
Not his feelings for me
because I didn't think what he felt for me was that significant
but his own true nature. How could he deny what he was? How could he choose to live such a profound and cancerous deception?
People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.
I love you," Jake whispered. "Are you strong enough for this?"
I made myself comfortable. Said over my shoulder, "Sure."
"Would you tell me if you weren't?"
I grinned. "Maybe. I can't think of a nicer way to commit suicide."
"That's good. I can't think of a more pleasant way to commit murder.
The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.
Max's scarred brow crinkled. He reached for the coffee mug on his desk. "Motive is tricky. See, what might be a good reason for me to kill someone might not be a good enough reason for you to kill someone."
Swift stared at his hands loosely clasped around his ankle. "I wouldn't. Deliberately hurt anyone."
"And my impulse is to hurt anyone who hurts you." When Swift's gaze lifted to his, Max said, "See how that works?"
He did, and while it wasn't intended as a compliment, it did warm his heart in a funny way. He managed to joke, "Why, I think that's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me.
Like fine wine, I do not travel well. Sure, when I was young, fresh, low in acidity and not so tannic, I was a more adventurous spririt.
When I get back to L.A. I'm going to buy myself a Blackberry and a slew of French-cuffed shirts. Possibly a nipple ring.
Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.
I thought they expected you to be controversial at UCLA?"
"I believe the Board of Regents draws the line at sacrificial murder.
Welcome to the closet, I thought, is it dark in here or is just me
A muscle moved in Tucker's jaw. He said, You mean you want berating space. I breath better when you are close by.
That's one of the oldest tricks in the world, Adrien-with-an-e.
He woke with Max's arms wrapped around his torso and Max's genitals soft against his ass. And for the first time in days he wasn't aware of wanting anything but breakfast. Breakfast and Max. Not necessarily in that order.
'Yeah,' he said with slow satisfaction. 'You need it bad. Worse than I do.'
I gasped, 'Is it a competition? What do I win?'
'Shh. Turn off for a few seconds, Adrien.'
'A few seconds? Is that all it's
' I caught my breath as his finger moved knowledgeably, unerringly.
'There's the off button,' he murmured.
The night was fading. It was too early to be called dawn yet, but Taylor could just make out the outline of Will's weary, unshaven face. His deep blue eyes were the only color in the gray world of rain and shadows.
Will leaned in, and his mouth covered Taylor's, rough but sweet, his tongue seeking Taylor's. Taylor opened willingly to that kiss, forgetting for a second his scratched, scraped hands and the rain running down the back of his neck. They kissed a lot these days, especially for men who had never been much for kissing. Taylor had become expert in all Will's kisses, from the hungry, lustful kisses that always made his own cock rise so fast it hurt, to the tender, almost cherishing kisses that Will generally saved for when he thought Taylor was sleeping. That dawn kiss beneath the pine trees rippled through him like an electric shock, a reminder that, tired, wet, and lost as they might be, so long as they were together, they were all right.
Just close your eyes and relax."
Gratefully, Swift closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on nothing more than the feel of Max's hand rubbing his back. Such a simple, uncomplicated pleasure, that of touch. Max smoothed the thin skin between Swift's shoulder blades.
"This is where your wings used to be."
Swift expelled a half laugh, most of his attention fixed on the slow deliberate slide of Max's hand down his spine. Max's fingers brushed the final links of bone and cartilage."And that's where my tail used to be," Swift murmured.
I didn't believe we had ever been this tentative - not even in the very beginning. Perhaps especially not in the very beginning. We have each other plenty of time for second thoughts, for a change of heart. We were polite with the buttons and respectful of the zippers. And all the while we watched each other's face, eyes locked.
You know that thing about Death Be Not Proud? Well, Fear Be Not Proud either. And Fear Be Not Elegant. What Fear be is stumbling, bumbling flight, crashing through brush, slip-sliding on pine needles, sloshing through puddles that are always deeper than you expect.
You're Professor Mills? The new one who teaches history?
As opposed to the old Professor Mills who preached overthrow of the government?
He had firsthand knowledge of getting punched in the face, and it was an experience he didn't want to repeat.
He won't feel a fraction of what I do for you. You won't change his life. And you will always wonder about what could have been, always feel that funny little ache right here. He puts his hand over your heart.
They lived seven hundred miles - and a couple universes - apart.
A pause followed my greeting. Then "We're watching you " whispered the voice on the other end.
"Yeah? Did you see what I did with my keys? "
Silence. Then dial tone.
These younger demons. So easily discouraged.
How sad that I couldn't get myself sober to share a life with him, but I could do it to show him I didn't need him.
The only thing I'm sure of is wherever you are is where I belong.
-Kit-He said my name again and again.Just ... Kit.We held each other tight,rocking,trying to milk the last drops of sensation.Wring the last flashes of lightening.Riders on the storm.
'What about stress? Are you using your stress-management techniques when things seem to be getting on top of you?' 'Nothing is getting on top of me.' As I said it, a totally inappropriate picture popped into my mind. 'What are you feeling?' Jake's breath warm against my face, my bruised lips tingling from his kisses. 'Tell me what it feels like with me inside you.'
'You remember asking me if I'd ever begged?'
I wiped the corner of my eyes, sniffed. 'Is this about to get kinky?'
He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like ... the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow
or wanting back something you should never have given away.
Passionate kisses, the intoxicating exchange of breath and saliva - and something more intimate - something there was no real name for, like a spark catching between us and taking light.
How could I forgotten this? How had I been satisfied with anything else?
Guy ... Mel ... it was like choosing celluloid kisses over the real thing. The real thing was raw and powerful and dangerous ... but it was the real thing. Had I really believed I could make do with safe substitutes?
He was breathing, which is always a good sign.
As gently as I could I picked him up, placed him on the towel, wrapped it around him, and put him in my car. I drove to the emergency clinic, the cat purring on the seat beside me.
"What's his name?" the young man at the front desk asked as my towel and cat were whisked to a back room.
"Uh ... John Tomkins," I said.
"That's different," the receptionist said, writing it down.
"He was a pirate," I said. "I mean Tomkins. I don't know about the cat.
Homosexuality just wasn't what it used to be in the Golden Age of mystery writing.
Drink your coffee
people in Africa are sleeping.
Jake fried up the fish, cooked rice with garlic, cilantro and green onions. Someday he was going to make some woman a wonderful wife.
Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.