eyes.
“You didn’t think for a minute that they wouldn’t want you!” Topaz kept touching, soothing his pain. “It’s about pleasure, love. I wouldn’t hurt you by not including you. I would never do that.”
“It’s very... different from what I’m used to, Topaz. I don’t know... I don’t know if I could do that.”
Topaz nodded. “No one has to do anything they don’t want to. I just miss you.”
Quincy squeezed his hand. “Come home with me?””Yes.” He nodded, tears threatening again. “Please. Please, Gemini.”
Quincy’s smile was brilliant. “Now? Come with me now?”
Another nod and he stood, grocery list forgotten. “Yes. Now.”
Quincy stood too, taking his hand again and leading him from the coffeehouse. “I’m just a few blocks from here, in the opposite direction from your place.”
“Okay. I’d like to see it.” He straightened his clothes -- black on gray, for mourning -- and took a step back so Quincy could lead the way.
Quincy was quiet on the short walk through to the residential quarter of downtown. His Gemini lived in one of the new apartment buildings that were beginning to pop up all over the area. They seemed so empty, so soulless, those buildings. Still, he didn’t say so. There was no reason to make things bad. Again.
“I’m on the ninth floor. It isn’t very big, but it’s got a nice view and... well, there hasn’t been much reason to have more than a couch and a bed, you know?”
“Oh, up is good.” He offered Quincy a quiet grin. “I’m sort of a packrat. Well, you’ve seen.”
“It suits you,” Quincy told him as they waited for the elevator. “All jumbled but you know where everything is, too.”
“Yeah. Wrapped in a skein but not tangled, that’s me.” Well, not tangled until three weeks ago, anyway.
Quincy chuckled. “Maybe I can commission you to make me a piece. My bedroom needs... something.”
“I’d love to make you a hanging.” He forced himself to smile, but the whole thing felt so artificial, so false. His lover -- his ex-lover -- talking about paying him to make something he’d more than willingly give.
The elevator stopped and Quincy led him down the hall to the last door on the right. It was quickly unlocked and Quincy led him in, looking hesitant. “Here we go. It’s kind of plain.”
It was a little plain, but it smelled good, smelled like Quincy, made him smile. “It’s good, Gemini.”
“I’m just not here a whole lot. Working mostly. Or out at the clubs. The park sometimes.” Quincy gave a little laugh. “Okay, not so much the park, but it sounds better than clubbing, doesn’t it? Oh, and you have to see the view.”Quincy took his hand again and led him out the large French windows to the balcony.
The whole town was spread out before him, lights and cars and houses and everything. “Oh... Oh, how pretty!””Yeah, it is.” Quincy hesitated a moment and then slid an arm around his waist and tilted his head up. His lips were covered, his Gemini groaning as their mouths met.Topaz whimpered, lips parting, begging for that sweet-tart flavor that he had fought to forget. Quincy devoured his mouth like a man starving, pulling him close to the long body. Strawberries. He sobbed, arms reaching up and holding on tight, lips fastening around Gemini’s tongue and sucking. Yes. Yes, please.
Quincy’s hands slid onto his ass, cupping his buttocks and pulling him in tighter. He could feel the heat of Gemini’s need, even through their clothes. His own need flared, love sweet and sharp and painful and so real.
So real.
“Oh God. Come to my bed, Topaz, please.”
“Yes.” The word was rough and he stumbled as they moved. “Gemini. I’ve ached for you.”
Quincy’s arm around him kept him from falling. “I know. I have too. I’m sorry -- I’m so sorry.”
Stopping, Quincy took his mouth again, the kiss long and filled with need.
He met it with equal heat, hands unfastening clothes and finding
“You didn’t think for a minute that they wouldn’t want you!” Topaz kept touching, soothing his pain. “It’s about pleasure, love. I wouldn’t hurt you by not including you. I would never do that.”
“It’s very... different from what I’m used to, Topaz. I don’t know... I don’t know if I could do that.”
Topaz nodded. “No one has to do anything they don’t want to. I just miss you.”
Quincy squeezed his hand. “Come home with me?””Yes.” He nodded, tears threatening again. “Please. Please, Gemini.”
Quincy’s smile was brilliant. “Now? Come with me now?”
Another nod and he stood, grocery list forgotten. “Yes. Now.”
Quincy stood too, taking his hand again and leading him from the coffeehouse. “I’m just a few blocks from here, in the opposite direction from your place.”
“Okay. I’d like to see it.” He straightened his clothes -- black on gray, for mourning -- and took a step back so Quincy could lead the way.
Quincy was quiet on the short walk through to the residential quarter of downtown. His Gemini lived in one of the new apartment buildings that were beginning to pop up all over the area. They seemed so empty, so soulless, those buildings. Still, he didn’t say so. There was no reason to make things bad. Again.
“I’m on the ninth floor. It isn’t very big, but it’s got a nice view and... well, there hasn’t been much reason to have more than a couch and a bed, you know?”
“Oh, up is good.” He offered Quincy a quiet grin. “I’m sort of a packrat. Well, you’ve seen.”
“It suits you,” Quincy told him as they waited for the elevator. “All jumbled but you know where everything is, too.”
“Yeah. Wrapped in a skein but not tangled, that’s me.” Well, not tangled until three weeks ago, anyway.
Quincy chuckled. “Maybe I can commission you to make me a piece. My bedroom needs... something.”
“I’d love to make you a hanging.” He forced himself to smile, but the whole thing felt so artificial, so false. His lover -- his ex-lover -- talking about paying him to make something he’d more than willingly give.
The elevator stopped and Quincy led him down the hall to the last door on the right. It was quickly unlocked and Quincy led him in, looking hesitant. “Here we go. It’s kind of plain.”
It was a little plain, but it smelled good, smelled like Quincy, made him smile. “It’s good, Gemini.”
“I’m just not here a whole lot. Working mostly. Or out at the clubs. The park sometimes.” Quincy gave a little laugh. “Okay, not so much the park, but it sounds better than clubbing, doesn’t it? Oh, and you have to see the view.”Quincy took his hand again and led him out the large French windows to the balcony.
The whole town was spread out before him, lights and cars and houses and everything. “Oh... Oh, how pretty!””Yeah, it is.” Quincy hesitated a moment and then slid an arm around his waist and tilted his head up. His lips were covered, his Gemini groaning as their mouths met.Topaz whimpered, lips parting, begging for that sweet-tart flavor that he had fought to forget. Quincy devoured his mouth like a man starving, pulling him close to the long body. Strawberries. He sobbed, arms reaching up and holding on tight, lips fastening around Gemini’s tongue and sucking. Yes. Yes, please.
Quincy’s hands slid onto his ass, cupping his buttocks and pulling him in tighter. He could feel the heat of Gemini’s need, even through their clothes. His own need flared, love sweet and sharp and painful and so real.
So real.
“Oh God. Come to my bed, Topaz, please.”
“Yes.” The word was rough and he stumbled as they moved. “Gemini. I’ve ached for you.”
Quincy’s arm around him kept him from falling. “I know. I have too. I’m sorry -- I’m so sorry.”
Stopping, Quincy took his mouth again, the kiss long and filled with need.
He met it with equal heat, hands unfastening clothes and finding
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