knew she meant Ren and the club.
“Do you know where he went?”
“Not a clue, love.”
With a sunken feeling in his chest, Crash thought about Ren’s club. It was the only other place he knew to look for Summer. He would go there tonight. The knowledge made him feel a little queasy.
It didn’t open until 8:00 p.m. Until then he needed to put aside the many baseless possibilities—of what had happened, and where Summer might be—that sought purchase in his mind.
“Thank you,” Crash called out as he walked away, hoping the old woman heard him.
Retracing the footsteps of a long-past summer day, Crash walked toward the sea wall, seeking out the path that descended down the cliff to the bay. He found it overgrown from disuse, and after obstinately picking his way through the overgrowth for a couple of minutes, he saw the bottom half of the cliff face had crumbled away into the sea, leaving no way down. Resting on a lump of rock, Crash let the sea air wash over him.
He’d meant to book himself into one of those cheap hotels near the train station so he was certain he had somewhere to stay—it was a hang-up from being on the street, he supposed. He still liked to know where he was going to sleep, especially if he was going out. But exhausted by the day’s journey, he told himself there was no rush. He would head back in a bit. Within minutes he was falling asleep, dozing there in the deepening afternoon light, lulled by the scent of the sea.
Chapter 10
Before….
D AWN ’ S ROSE glow filtered through Summer’s thin curtains. As gently as he could, Christopher eased his slightly deadened arm out from beneath Summer’s side and crept, in what he hoped was a quiet fashion, over to the window, opening it a tiny bit to let the scent of the sea fill his lungs. Everything was still and newly beautiful. He’d never felt as alive as he did right then, as if his life before now had been spent just sleeping. It was all so exactly right.
A warm arm encircled his waist, startling him, but then thrilling him to the core when the shock passed. Perhaps he needed to work on the creeping. Summer’s sharp chin rested on his shoulder—he must have been standing on the very tips of his toes to reach.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” Christopher said, turning around and pulling Summer loosely into his arms.
“Missed you, that’s all.” Summer smiled. “Want to go for a walk? The sunrise looks amazing over the sea.”
Shoeless and still in the clothes they slept in, they climbed out Summer’s window, leaving it wedged open with a folded piece of paper, and walked hand in hand down to the cliff edge.
If everything stopped right now—if time, the world, paused in this moment—Christopher knew he wouldn’t have minded.
Sitting on the sea wall, they watched the pink glow expand like a slow explosion of light across the horizon. They didn’t kiss, but Christopher held Summer close and hoped with everything inside him that what he felt was not one-sided.
Back in Summer’s room, Christopher helped Summer shift his wardrobe in front of his door so they wouldn’t be disturbed, and they fell straight back into bed. Summer didn’t pull back this time when Christopher slipped his hands beneath his T-shirt. With a look of slightly fearful determination in his eyes, Summer pulled his T-shirt off over his head.
“We don’t have to… do anything. I just want to feel you close,” Christopher said, running his fingers down Summer’s spine, causing him to arch, eyes closed, mouth open, against Christopher’s chest.
“Don’t talk,” Summer said, shaking his head. “Talking makes everything too real, and we’re not—we’re magical.”
They spent the morning getting closer but not actually getting each other off. Christopher went from being so hard his cock ached in his shorts to losing himself in kissing Summer and wishing they could carry on kissing all afternoon. He waited for Summer’s lead, as Summer was
“Do you know where he went?”
“Not a clue, love.”
With a sunken feeling in his chest, Crash thought about Ren’s club. It was the only other place he knew to look for Summer. He would go there tonight. The knowledge made him feel a little queasy.
It didn’t open until 8:00 p.m. Until then he needed to put aside the many baseless possibilities—of what had happened, and where Summer might be—that sought purchase in his mind.
“Thank you,” Crash called out as he walked away, hoping the old woman heard him.
Retracing the footsteps of a long-past summer day, Crash walked toward the sea wall, seeking out the path that descended down the cliff to the bay. He found it overgrown from disuse, and after obstinately picking his way through the overgrowth for a couple of minutes, he saw the bottom half of the cliff face had crumbled away into the sea, leaving no way down. Resting on a lump of rock, Crash let the sea air wash over him.
He’d meant to book himself into one of those cheap hotels near the train station so he was certain he had somewhere to stay—it was a hang-up from being on the street, he supposed. He still liked to know where he was going to sleep, especially if he was going out. But exhausted by the day’s journey, he told himself there was no rush. He would head back in a bit. Within minutes he was falling asleep, dozing there in the deepening afternoon light, lulled by the scent of the sea.
Chapter 10
Before….
D AWN ’ S ROSE glow filtered through Summer’s thin curtains. As gently as he could, Christopher eased his slightly deadened arm out from beneath Summer’s side and crept, in what he hoped was a quiet fashion, over to the window, opening it a tiny bit to let the scent of the sea fill his lungs. Everything was still and newly beautiful. He’d never felt as alive as he did right then, as if his life before now had been spent just sleeping. It was all so exactly right.
A warm arm encircled his waist, startling him, but then thrilling him to the core when the shock passed. Perhaps he needed to work on the creeping. Summer’s sharp chin rested on his shoulder—he must have been standing on the very tips of his toes to reach.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” Christopher said, turning around and pulling Summer loosely into his arms.
“Missed you, that’s all.” Summer smiled. “Want to go for a walk? The sunrise looks amazing over the sea.”
Shoeless and still in the clothes they slept in, they climbed out Summer’s window, leaving it wedged open with a folded piece of paper, and walked hand in hand down to the cliff edge.
If everything stopped right now—if time, the world, paused in this moment—Christopher knew he wouldn’t have minded.
Sitting on the sea wall, they watched the pink glow expand like a slow explosion of light across the horizon. They didn’t kiss, but Christopher held Summer close and hoped with everything inside him that what he felt was not one-sided.
Back in Summer’s room, Christopher helped Summer shift his wardrobe in front of his door so they wouldn’t be disturbed, and they fell straight back into bed. Summer didn’t pull back this time when Christopher slipped his hands beneath his T-shirt. With a look of slightly fearful determination in his eyes, Summer pulled his T-shirt off over his head.
“We don’t have to… do anything. I just want to feel you close,” Christopher said, running his fingers down Summer’s spine, causing him to arch, eyes closed, mouth open, against Christopher’s chest.
“Don’t talk,” Summer said, shaking his head. “Talking makes everything too real, and we’re not—we’re magical.”
They spent the morning getting closer but not actually getting each other off. Christopher went from being so hard his cock ached in his shorts to losing himself in kissing Summer and wishing they could carry on kissing all afternoon. He waited for Summer’s lead, as Summer was
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