Neon Yellow: Obsessive Adhesives by Andy EBOOK_AUTHOR Ali Slayde EBOOK_AUTHOR Wilde Page B

ignored him. When his classmates were pairing up and going on dates, he was studying. And not one person had cared. But now... Now, when he had the chance to date someone, someone else had to decide to wreck it for him. As if he'd date anyone who communicated by neon yellow Post-Its, anyway. He wasn't that desperate.
    "Spence? Spencer? What's up?” Jason appeared at Spencer's desk, pulling up a chair to sit on.
    Spencer closed his eyes and tried to compose himself while crushing the Post-It in his fist. He hadn't wanted Jason to see him this shaken up. Jason would make him report the incident to management and the police, neither of which he thought he could face at the moment, especially as it would mean admitting to them all that he was gay. Well, at least Jason was still alive. Now all Spencer had to do was tell the man of his dreams that it was over.
    "I've been thinking...” Spencer took a deep breath and decided to get it over with, quick and painless, like pulling off a Band-Aid. “We shouldn't see each other anymore."
    "That just means you probably shouldn't think.” Jason moved the chair so that his knees were touching Spencer's. “Why? Did you get another note?"
    Spencer felt a spark shoot through him where their knees met. If just a knee touching him could illicit such a response, what would Jason's naked body pressed against him evoke? Spencer shook his head; no use thinking about what would never happen.
    "Doesn't matter if I got another note.” Spencer grabbed his coffee mug and stood. “We're too different, why waste the time when it won't last?” He walked toward the lunch room, knowing what he was doing was for the best. Jason's safety was paramount. Spencer would never forgive himself if something happened to the man because of him.
    Of course Jason followed him into the lunch room. He'd been half expecting that. What he hadn't expected was being slammed against the door and kissed soundly, with Jason's hard body pressed against him. His hands were on Jason's back, pulling him closer, the note falling to the floor.
    "Now the truth,” Jason growled.
    Spencer tried to regain his composure after that fucking fantastic kiss. “I-” Spencer noticed that the note had fallen from his hand and bent to pick it up, cursing as Jason reached it first. “Don't!"
    "Don't what? Don't read the note that's got my boyfriend so worked up that he wants to dump me before we've even given a relationship a try?” Jason smiled and took a step backward, away from Spencer. “Nice try, but I'm not very happy with this joker."
    Spencer took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, knowing he had some explaining to do. But hearing the words ‘boyfriend’ and ‘relationship’ gave him some much needed courage. “I don't think he's joking."
    Jason looked up from the note. “Why? Has something happened?"
    "Isn't what the note says enough?” Spencer put his glasses back on. “He was watching us."
    "Has he done anything?” Jason asked, his voice and eyes hard. “He has, hasn't he?"
    "Yes,” Spencer whispered. “The coffee mug on my desk is from my house. I didn't bring it in. And...” Spencer didn't want to say it. The thought of someone else in his bed still royally creeped him out.
    "And?” Jason prompted, his voice a lot gentler.
    "I think he was in my bed."
    Jason's arm slipped around Spencer's shoulders and, despite the fact that anybody could walk into the lunch room, Spencer let himself be drawn into Jason's embrace. “Why didn't you call me?"
    Spencer tensed. “Because I am capable of taking care of myself. I'm not some damsel in distress."
    "I didn't say you were.” Jason released Spencer and ran his thumb under Spencer's eyes. “But you didn't sleep?"
    "No.” Spencer leaned into the touch. He couldn't explain why he felt so comfortable around Jason. “I couldn't sleep in a bed that smelled like someone else. I stayed on the couch."
    "And tonight?"
    Another night on the couch didn't appeal to Spencer,