Lazy Valentines (Lazy Days) by K-lee Klein Page A

blame him—and Devon hoped the things he had planned for today would help to ease Scott's mind about who Devon really was. He hoped he could repair the damage he'd done and bring Scott back into his arms with no leftover hesitations or fear.
     So love had proved to be both good and hard all at the same time. No matter how sure Devon was about his feelings for Scott, no matter how much he believed Scott loved him back, it was still a new experience for him and it definitely made him act a little out of the ordinary. Like right now. Why else would he be standing on Scott's stoop after only four hours of sleep, sweating like he'd just been ripping it up on stage, a stupid heart-shaped box of chocolates hanging heavy and awkward in his hand? He felt like some grade school reject waiting for the cute boy in the desk behind him to notice he existed, not a multi-album rocker with a reputation of being a badass… or whatever he'd been trying for.
    He knocked again, stepping back to the edge of the top step. He never had any anxiety when he was getting ready to take the stage, just excitement and exhilaration mixed with hell-yes anticipation that made everything speed-up in his head and body. This uncomfortable quivering in his belly, the bassline heartbeat thumping in his ears and the clamminess of his palms were all completely new experiences for him.
    This was an important day as far as he was concerned, and obviously his body was responding accordingly, if annoyingly. Come to think of it, if Scott's anxiety and panic attacks were anything like what Devon was feeling—and he knew they were in fact much worse—he had to give so many props to his boyfriend for dealing with such discomfort on a day to day basis. Scott was one of the strongest, most caring people Devon knew and he always made Devon remind himself to man up and try to be half as strong as Scott.
    Despite wanting to see Scott so badly, Devon was beginning to seriously contemplate getting back on his bike and starting the day over—later, much later. He hadn't given Scott an actual time for when he'd be coming over. It was Scott's day off. Maybe he just wanted to sleep in for a change and not be bothered by Devon's early morning enthusiasm… The rattling of the chain lock brought him back from his thoughts. He couldn't chicken out now. Nerves or not, he had plans… big plans and since he was the planner, wiggling out of them was just not an option. The deadbolt slid open and Devon was finally facing a very sleepy-looking gorgeous, rumpled, hot—and possibly confused—Scott Weston.
    "Good morning, darlin'," Devon said slipping into his best Southern drawl, the way he knew melted Scott from the inside out. He'd never called Scott anything but Scott and the occasional babe but he liked how the word rolled off his tongue. He was feeling pretty melty himself right then, too. He smiled hopefully into Scott's heavy-lidded eyes.
    The glazed baby-blues weren't focusing on him though, and unfortunately, Scott didn't seem to be heading to the melting department too damn fast either. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Didn't wake ya, did I?"
    Scott wrinkled up his nose and pursed his lips, one hand scrubbing over his face without the slightest hint of coordination. He was pretty damn adorable.
    "Dev? Of course you woke me…what are you…what the fuck time is it?"
    Devon snorted and chuckled at Scott's response. That was more often his own reaction than Scott's. Maybe Devon was a bad influence. "Just after eight."
    He marveled at the sleep-wrinkled face he'd become so attached to while Scott just kept trying to blink and rub away his bleariness. His eyebrows knitted together into a V, his mouth opened wide as a jaw-cracking yawn overtook him, and he stretched his arms over his head for a moment. Devon was dying to run his fingers through Scott's short hair that was sticking up in every direction, slide a hand around his waist then under the striped pajamas top, then down