quickly.
He had a set path to run, and on the weekends did slightly more. A loop, four miles long . It was enough coupled with the weight training and kicking bag at the police gym. The fact he could not contact Alex was driving him crazy. He got a voicemail late last night and all it said was his name. ‘ Billy ,’ that was it.
What was he supposed to surmise from that? Billy, I’m fucking my co-star? Billy, I’ve had three-way sex with two Italian studs?’
He grew weary of being unable to see Alex on the computer’s video camera, tired of reading about his playing in Rome with the local cast and crew. His fury was just burning out to exhaustion .
He increased his speed as his muscles warmed up and spotted a black stretch limousine pulling in front of Mark and Steve’s home, which was only a few blocks from his and Alex’s.
Billy was confused since he knew the gang was in Paradise partying at Mark’s mother’s old estate with Adam’s client, Ewan.
As the driver stepped out of the car and opened the back door, Billy slowed down his pace and then stopped.
Mark climbed out of the back of the car.
Billy waited to see Steve, maybe even Jack and Adam.
Mark thanked the driver for his bag, which was small and had a shoulder strap. Mark tucked cash into the man’s hand and began his walk up the driveway. Alone.
Billy jogged over as the car left.
Mark was startled then his expression relaxed.
“What are you doing home?” Billy hadn’t even broken a sweat yet.
“Don’t ask.” Mark sorted through his house keys.
“Being at the estate too much?” Billy followed Mark to the front door.
Mark opened it, put the code into the alarm box and tossed his bag inside. “I’m shattered but you’re welcome to come in.”
“I don’t want to impose.” Billy pointed behind him. “I just started my route.”
Mark nodded, frowning.
“Have you heard from Alex?” Billy asked, hands on hips. “All I got was my name from him last night on voicemail.”
“He rang me up at three a.m. in tears.” Mark looked out at the street. “Come in. No sense in standing in the cold.”
Billy stepped into the house as Mark turned on a few lights and took off his jacket.
“So,” Billy asked, “He called you at three…”
“He was a mess.” Mark draped his jacket over a chair and ran his hand through his hair. “The schedule is grueling.”
Billy liked the way Mark said, schedule, like ‘shedule’. “And?”
“And … he’s a young boy alone in Rome and needed you. When he couldn’t get you, he called his dad.” Mark removed a bottle of water out of the fridge. He offered one to Billy, but Billy declined. Mark twisted the cap and drank it. “He’s really out of his element, Billy. I mean, going from a silly vampire drama to a George Ford film.”
Billy nodded. “So, you don’t think he’s fucking around?”
“No. Honestly. No. He’s so over his head. He’s just an insecure mess. I have no idea what these big films are like. Poor baby.” Mark relaxed on the sofa in the living room.
Billy sat on the loveseat adjacent to it. “That’s the reason you left Paradise?”
Mark’s expression darkened.
“Mark,” Billy scooted closer as he spoke, “What happened?”
Mark seemed to disintegrate and could not meet Billy’s eyes.
Billy sat beside Mark on the sofa. “The house. Right? I know what the memories of that place do to you. How could Adam drag you there?”
~
No … no … no …
Mark felt Billy’s heat, his aura mingle with his own. He inhaled deliberately to try and get a sniff of him but Billy had not worked out yet. No delicious musky sweat smell. The urge Mark had to get up and move away, use good sense, was there . H e simply couldn’t.
Billy touched Mark’s hair, just the ends behind Mark’s neck, making shivers rush up Mark’s spine. “Why did Adam make you go?”
“Ewan and Jason bought the house from Mum. Cash. Well, it was common courtesy .” Mark glanced at the
He had a set path to run, and on the weekends did slightly more. A loop, four miles long . It was enough coupled with the weight training and kicking bag at the police gym. The fact he could not contact Alex was driving him crazy. He got a voicemail late last night and all it said was his name. ‘ Billy ,’ that was it.
What was he supposed to surmise from that? Billy, I’m fucking my co-star? Billy, I’ve had three-way sex with two Italian studs?’
He grew weary of being unable to see Alex on the computer’s video camera, tired of reading about his playing in Rome with the local cast and crew. His fury was just burning out to exhaustion .
He increased his speed as his muscles warmed up and spotted a black stretch limousine pulling in front of Mark and Steve’s home, which was only a few blocks from his and Alex’s.
Billy was confused since he knew the gang was in Paradise partying at Mark’s mother’s old estate with Adam’s client, Ewan.
As the driver stepped out of the car and opened the back door, Billy slowed down his pace and then stopped.
Mark climbed out of the back of the car.
Billy waited to see Steve, maybe even Jack and Adam.
Mark thanked the driver for his bag, which was small and had a shoulder strap. Mark tucked cash into the man’s hand and began his walk up the driveway. Alone.
Billy jogged over as the car left.
Mark was startled then his expression relaxed.
“What are you doing home?” Billy hadn’t even broken a sweat yet.
“Don’t ask.” Mark sorted through his house keys.
“Being at the estate too much?” Billy followed Mark to the front door.
Mark opened it, put the code into the alarm box and tossed his bag inside. “I’m shattered but you’re welcome to come in.”
“I don’t want to impose.” Billy pointed behind him. “I just started my route.”
Mark nodded, frowning.
“Have you heard from Alex?” Billy asked, hands on hips. “All I got was my name from him last night on voicemail.”
“He rang me up at three a.m. in tears.” Mark looked out at the street. “Come in. No sense in standing in the cold.”
Billy stepped into the house as Mark turned on a few lights and took off his jacket.
“So,” Billy asked, “He called you at three…”
“He was a mess.” Mark draped his jacket over a chair and ran his hand through his hair. “The schedule is grueling.”
Billy liked the way Mark said, schedule, like ‘shedule’. “And?”
“And … he’s a young boy alone in Rome and needed you. When he couldn’t get you, he called his dad.” Mark removed a bottle of water out of the fridge. He offered one to Billy, but Billy declined. Mark twisted the cap and drank it. “He’s really out of his element, Billy. I mean, going from a silly vampire drama to a George Ford film.”
Billy nodded. “So, you don’t think he’s fucking around?”
“No. Honestly. No. He’s so over his head. He’s just an insecure mess. I have no idea what these big films are like. Poor baby.” Mark relaxed on the sofa in the living room.
Billy sat on the loveseat adjacent to it. “That’s the reason you left Paradise?”
Mark’s expression darkened.
“Mark,” Billy scooted closer as he spoke, “What happened?”
Mark seemed to disintegrate and could not meet Billy’s eyes.
Billy sat beside Mark on the sofa. “The house. Right? I know what the memories of that place do to you. How could Adam drag you there?”
~
No … no … no …
Mark felt Billy’s heat, his aura mingle with his own. He inhaled deliberately to try and get a sniff of him but Billy had not worked out yet. No delicious musky sweat smell. The urge Mark had to get up and move away, use good sense, was there . H e simply couldn’t.
Billy touched Mark’s hair, just the ends behind Mark’s neck, making shivers rush up Mark’s spine. “Why did Adam make you go?”
“Ewan and Jason bought the house from Mum. Cash. Well, it was common courtesy .” Mark glanced at the
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