promise to be at work tomorrow, and close the door on them.
The ride up is too short to do more than sneak a kiss—
we've tried for more before, but testing has conclusively proven that there's no way to get more than a quick feel in.
Doesn't hurt to prove it again, though.
When we reach our floor Paul presses the hold button and we push and shove the boxes into the hall as fast as we can, 61
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then let the elevator go. I'm just standing in front of all my shit, looking down the hall to the front door. "Think Jamie will help?"
"He better," Paul grumbles. "Proud enough of those muscles—and besides, we want to watch him work, don't we?"
Oh hell yeah.
We grab a couple of boxes and take them in, using one to prop the door open so we can just go in and out, call out for Jamie and head back for the rest. Two trips later he's not come out and we're mostly done.
Paul frowns at the pile of boxes and goes to stand in front of the big window, peering out. "His bike's here," he says, then calls Jamie's name again.
I shrug. "He'll turn up, baby." I go over and put my arms around him, my hands on him, and kiss him nice and slow. He melts into me, and we're just kind of lost in it, the feel of kissing, of being home.
Until a throat being cleared behind us makes Paul pull away. I turn around and Jamie's standing there looking embarrassed, and some old guy in a suit is next to him.
"Um, William's here, Paul," Jamie says, his voice all apologetic.
Paul just stands there, his mouth open.
William—whoever the hell he is—clears his throat again.
"I'm sorry, Paul. I didn't mean to intrude." Then he looks at me and sort of smiles. "You must be the gentleman Jamie's been telling me about. Although he left out a few details."
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We all sort of make inarticulate noises, and I think Paul might choke, but he seems to snap out of it, literally shaking it off like he's a wet Lab or something.
"William, this is Gent. Gentleman. Don't make a joke, he doesn't like it."
William nods, though I'm not sure if it's for the warning or in acknowledgement of the introduction.
Paul holds onto my arm, almost like he's staking a claim—
which I so don't mind—and says, "Gent, this is William Gorman, our lawyer. Well, Dad's lawyer, then our lawyer, and more of a family friend than anything else."
Lovely.
"Nice to meet you," I say and give him a nod of my own.
Then we all stand there looking at each other.
"What brings you by?" Paul finally asks.
William shrugs one elegant shoulder and I hate him a little bit. "It's been a while, I thought I'd stop in and see how you were. Jamie was rearranging things in your father's office and told me you were getting a roommate. We were discussing ...
financial matters when you got here." He looks a little embarrassed. "I'm afraid I assumed you were taking on a roommate because you needed money. Jamie didn't see fit to set me right about the situation." He give Jamie a faintly accusing look, which is neatly deflected by a shrug.
"Not my tale to tell, is it?" he says, ironically. "Paul's a big boy, over the age of consent, and Gent's a great guy."
Jesus fuck I want to go over there and kiss him. Want to tell the whole damn world that Jamie is a great guy, that he's 63
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a damn fine lover ... but the secret keeps us all safe, lets us be together.
I just wish the pain could be shared around a little, would have been happy to let this lawyer guy thing I was with Jamie, let Fred and Bobby think I'm with Paul. But no, he had to walk in when I was shoving my tongue down Paul's throat.
Jamie smiles at me, and I can see the parts of it that don't reach his eyes. Paul's fingers, digging into my arm, tell me the same thing.
I realise we've been quiet for a while and I'm probably just in the way of some family kind of thing, so I disengage from Paul as gently as I can. "Going to go put some stuff away," I say softly. "Let you talk." And I kiss
The ride up is too short to do more than sneak a kiss—
we've tried for more before, but testing has conclusively proven that there's no way to get more than a quick feel in.
Doesn't hurt to prove it again, though.
When we reach our floor Paul presses the hold button and we push and shove the boxes into the hall as fast as we can, 61
Gemini
by Chris Owen
then let the elevator go. I'm just standing in front of all my shit, looking down the hall to the front door. "Think Jamie will help?"
"He better," Paul grumbles. "Proud enough of those muscles—and besides, we want to watch him work, don't we?"
Oh hell yeah.
We grab a couple of boxes and take them in, using one to prop the door open so we can just go in and out, call out for Jamie and head back for the rest. Two trips later he's not come out and we're mostly done.
Paul frowns at the pile of boxes and goes to stand in front of the big window, peering out. "His bike's here," he says, then calls Jamie's name again.
I shrug. "He'll turn up, baby." I go over and put my arms around him, my hands on him, and kiss him nice and slow. He melts into me, and we're just kind of lost in it, the feel of kissing, of being home.
Until a throat being cleared behind us makes Paul pull away. I turn around and Jamie's standing there looking embarrassed, and some old guy in a suit is next to him.
"Um, William's here, Paul," Jamie says, his voice all apologetic.
Paul just stands there, his mouth open.
William—whoever the hell he is—clears his throat again.
"I'm sorry, Paul. I didn't mean to intrude." Then he looks at me and sort of smiles. "You must be the gentleman Jamie's been telling me about. Although he left out a few details."
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We all sort of make inarticulate noises, and I think Paul might choke, but he seems to snap out of it, literally shaking it off like he's a wet Lab or something.
"William, this is Gent. Gentleman. Don't make a joke, he doesn't like it."
William nods, though I'm not sure if it's for the warning or in acknowledgement of the introduction.
Paul holds onto my arm, almost like he's staking a claim—
which I so don't mind—and says, "Gent, this is William Gorman, our lawyer. Well, Dad's lawyer, then our lawyer, and more of a family friend than anything else."
Lovely.
"Nice to meet you," I say and give him a nod of my own.
Then we all stand there looking at each other.
"What brings you by?" Paul finally asks.
William shrugs one elegant shoulder and I hate him a little bit. "It's been a while, I thought I'd stop in and see how you were. Jamie was rearranging things in your father's office and told me you were getting a roommate. We were discussing ...
financial matters when you got here." He looks a little embarrassed. "I'm afraid I assumed you were taking on a roommate because you needed money. Jamie didn't see fit to set me right about the situation." He give Jamie a faintly accusing look, which is neatly deflected by a shrug.
"Not my tale to tell, is it?" he says, ironically. "Paul's a big boy, over the age of consent, and Gent's a great guy."
Jesus fuck I want to go over there and kiss him. Want to tell the whole damn world that Jamie is a great guy, that he's 63
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a damn fine lover ... but the secret keeps us all safe, lets us be together.
I just wish the pain could be shared around a little, would have been happy to let this lawyer guy thing I was with Jamie, let Fred and Bobby think I'm with Paul. But no, he had to walk in when I was shoving my tongue down Paul's throat.
Jamie smiles at me, and I can see the parts of it that don't reach his eyes. Paul's fingers, digging into my arm, tell me the same thing.
I realise we've been quiet for a while and I'm probably just in the way of some family kind of thing, so I disengage from Paul as gently as I can. "Going to go put some stuff away," I say softly. "Let you talk." And I kiss
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