Jerry
pretty much smiled all the way through the unloading, which was damned hard and
took an hour of trying to maneuver the huge pieces of furniture across the lawn
and up the stairs to the nearest door. Once inside, they placed the credenza at
one end of the dining room that looked over the pool. The gleaming wood of the
cabinet glowed against the Saltillo tile floors and gave the room—which still
needed paint, rugs, and a table—some promise.
When
they’d wrangled the coffee table into place in the middle of the huge great
room, Gabe laughed. “I guess we can call it a start.”
Jerry
threw his arms out and spun. “But it’s sooooo beautiful.” He kept swooping and
twirling around the room until his head spun and the floor of the room and the
wood ceiling far above kind of blended together. He threw his head back and
laughed, his foot hit one of the rough places on the tile, and he staggered.
“Whoa!” He slid and teetered toward the floor.
Before
he could hit, Gabe snatched him into a full-body grab. “Hang on.”
Jerry
took him at his word. Wrapping his arms tightly around Gabe’s neck, he hung on
like crazy. Truthfully, he was too dizzy to stand up—
—and
the Captain America arms didn’t help that dizziness one bit.
Before
he could really analyze his situation, he’d pressed himself full length against
Gabe’s tall, sturdy body, laughing tipsily.
Yes,
the contact was pretty wriggly, and if he’d asked himself a hundred times
whether Gabe might, just might, like guys since he seemed to look at Jerry like
an hors d’oeuvre sometimes, he now got his answer. One formidable protuberance
rose in the middle of the embrace and seemed to be matched in his own pants.
Gabe’s heartbeat pounded against Jerry’s chest.
Oh fuck! Just one taste. Jerry slid the arm that was tightly
wrapped around Gabe’s neck up a couple inches and yanked Gabe’s head down so he
could lock their lips together.
The
first touch produced an electric spark that slammed straight to Jerry’s balls
so hard, for a second he had to hold his breath to keep from embarrassing
himself with wet sweats. As the first gasp came under control, a tsunami of
heat washed through him, and he slid his fingers tightly into Gabe’s shaggy,
silken hair, as he pressed closer from lips to hips.
Gabe
had been holding Jerry around the waist. His strong hands slid down and grasped
Jerry’s butt and squeezed. Jerry gasped at the amazing pressure, and everything
in him wanted to climb Gabe like a tree and then plant that evergreen where it
would do the most good.
Before
Jerry could anchor a leg around Gabe’s hips, he was gone, and Jerry was
staggering backward to keep from falling.
Gabe
gasped, “Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I hope you enjoy the furniture. Let
me know if you change your mind about the other pieces. Otherwise I’ll make
sure they get here while you’re gone.” With that he turned, hurried from the
house, and before Jerry even made it to the front door, had disappeared out of
sight.
Jerry
slammed the front door, leaned against it, then slowly collapsed to the floor. Fuck-a-doodle-doo.
Good job, asshole. Find somebody you actually like and enjoy being around and
screw it up by being you.
He
dropped his head onto his bent knees.
