me a call.” The recording shut off.
Patrick zipped up his pants. He grabbed the air freshener off the shelf and sprayed the room. His friends might suspect what he was doing but he didn’t need to stink up the apartment.
With a click of the button he turned off the television. He popped the DVD out and stuck it in his top drawer, so neither of his roommates would
accidentally-on-purpose steal his movie.
Not that he didn’t trust his roommates, but a man couldn’t live with two other gay men without them occasionally stealing one’s porn.
Once he considered himself presentable, he went back to the living room.
“Hey how was your porn?” Ronnie asked with a cheery smile.
“It was excellent,” Patrick said with a blush.
“Eww,” Becca wrinkled her nose. “I don’t want to know.”
“Is your uncle still at the studio?”
Becca shook her head. “He went home.”
“Oh.” Patrick didn’t know what to do now.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you go see him,”
Becca prodded.
Patrick shrugged. He didn’t want to admit he didn’t know Vance’s address.
“Oh for cripe’s sake!” She pulled a pad of paper out of her bag and a crystal encrusted pen. Writing quickly she jotted out a note and tore a page away.
He accepted the paper handed over to him.
Glancing down he saw an address written on top.
“That’s where he is. Now go get him, tiger!” she announced.
Insecurities rose up to grab Patrick by the throat. “A-are you sure he won’t mind?”
“I think he’d mind more if you didn’t show up,” Becca’s eyes narrowed as if she were
assessing Patrick’s intentions.
Patrick looked at all the hopeful faces watching him. “Okay. I’ll go.”
He needed to go and see Vance. To find out what Vance truly felt for him. Patrick grabbed his jacket and his keys.
“Tell uncle I won’t be home until later, much later,” Becca said with a smirk curving her painted lips.
“Will do.” Patrick didn’t even try to hide how much he liked that news.
* * * *
Vance sat in his living room drinking Scotch. He hoped Patrick watched his DVD and didn’t just chuck it in the garbage. His hand shook slightly as he worried about how his life would turn out if he didn’t get his boy back.
Patrick might not forgive him if he didn’t believe Vance trusted him. Vance wiggled uncomfortably at the thought of Patrick viewing Vance’s scene in front of everyone else. He hoped Patrick would keep it to himself.
The doorbell drew him out of his reverie. Becca wouldn’t ring the bell.
Patrick .
Rushing to the door, Vance ripped it open. His pretty boy stood in the doorway looking a bit lost.
“Come inside,” Vance said waving a hand for Patrick to enter.
Patrick nodded and followed Vance’s gesture.
He paused in the hallway, his eyes taking in the space. “Nice place.”
Vance looked around his place trying to see it from Patrick’s perspective. The modern loft had clean lines and bold colors his interior decorator had recommended.
“I like it. It can be lonely here if Becca isn’t around.”
“Is that why you didn’t invite me over before?”
Patrick asked.
Vance shrugged. “I can’t exactly bring men home if my niece is here. Usually she’s not, but her timing lately has stunk.”
Patrick gave a nervous laugh. “Are you sure you want me here?”
Vance kissed Patrick, wrapping his arms around his lover holding him close. “I don’t even want you to leave.”
Patrick jerked back a little. “I don’t think I’m ready to cohabitate quite yet. I have my friends to take care of.”
“I understand, but nothing says you can’t spend the night from time to time.”
“I…I’d like that,” Patrick admitted.
He cuddled closer to Vance.
“Good,” Vance said pressing a kiss to Patrick’s
forehead. “I’d like that too. How about tonight?”
“Becca will come back later,” Patrick warned.
“How do you know?”
All kinds of warning bells were going off in
Patrick zipped up his pants. He grabbed the air freshener off the shelf and sprayed the room. His friends might suspect what he was doing but he didn’t need to stink up the apartment.
With a click of the button he turned off the television. He popped the DVD out and stuck it in his top drawer, so neither of his roommates would
accidentally-on-purpose steal his movie.
Not that he didn’t trust his roommates, but a man couldn’t live with two other gay men without them occasionally stealing one’s porn.
Once he considered himself presentable, he went back to the living room.
“Hey how was your porn?” Ronnie asked with a cheery smile.
“It was excellent,” Patrick said with a blush.
“Eww,” Becca wrinkled her nose. “I don’t want to know.”
“Is your uncle still at the studio?”
Becca shook her head. “He went home.”
“Oh.” Patrick didn’t know what to do now.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you go see him,”
Becca prodded.
Patrick shrugged. He didn’t want to admit he didn’t know Vance’s address.
“Oh for cripe’s sake!” She pulled a pad of paper out of her bag and a crystal encrusted pen. Writing quickly she jotted out a note and tore a page away.
He accepted the paper handed over to him.
Glancing down he saw an address written on top.
“That’s where he is. Now go get him, tiger!” she announced.
Insecurities rose up to grab Patrick by the throat. “A-are you sure he won’t mind?”
“I think he’d mind more if you didn’t show up,” Becca’s eyes narrowed as if she were
assessing Patrick’s intentions.
Patrick looked at all the hopeful faces watching him. “Okay. I’ll go.”
He needed to go and see Vance. To find out what Vance truly felt for him. Patrick grabbed his jacket and his keys.
“Tell uncle I won’t be home until later, much later,” Becca said with a smirk curving her painted lips.
“Will do.” Patrick didn’t even try to hide how much he liked that news.
* * * *
Vance sat in his living room drinking Scotch. He hoped Patrick watched his DVD and didn’t just chuck it in the garbage. His hand shook slightly as he worried about how his life would turn out if he didn’t get his boy back.
Patrick might not forgive him if he didn’t believe Vance trusted him. Vance wiggled uncomfortably at the thought of Patrick viewing Vance’s scene in front of everyone else. He hoped Patrick would keep it to himself.
The doorbell drew him out of his reverie. Becca wouldn’t ring the bell.
Patrick .
Rushing to the door, Vance ripped it open. His pretty boy stood in the doorway looking a bit lost.
“Come inside,” Vance said waving a hand for Patrick to enter.
Patrick nodded and followed Vance’s gesture.
He paused in the hallway, his eyes taking in the space. “Nice place.”
Vance looked around his place trying to see it from Patrick’s perspective. The modern loft had clean lines and bold colors his interior decorator had recommended.
“I like it. It can be lonely here if Becca isn’t around.”
“Is that why you didn’t invite me over before?”
Patrick asked.
Vance shrugged. “I can’t exactly bring men home if my niece is here. Usually she’s not, but her timing lately has stunk.”
Patrick gave a nervous laugh. “Are you sure you want me here?”
Vance kissed Patrick, wrapping his arms around his lover holding him close. “I don’t even want you to leave.”
Patrick jerked back a little. “I don’t think I’m ready to cohabitate quite yet. I have my friends to take care of.”
“I understand, but nothing says you can’t spend the night from time to time.”
“I…I’d like that,” Patrick admitted.
He cuddled closer to Vance.
“Good,” Vance said pressing a kiss to Patrick’s
forehead. “I’d like that too. How about tonight?”
“Becca will come back later,” Patrick warned.
“How do you know?”
All kinds of warning bells were going off in
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