About Six Years On

by Chris Owen
10 pages / 3300 words
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Alex has been waiting for Jamie at his bar, knowing his ex-lover would show up eventually. He doesn't give in right away when Jamie comes on to him, knowing he has to wait a little longer to make things right. When they finally do get back together, Alex knows the timing is perfect. Can he and Jamie make it more than halfway to heaven?

Sample

"Wanna fuck?"

As pick up lines went, it wasn't original and it wasn't smooth -- but it had been known to work a time or two. Alex could feel the heat of a strong body behind him, pressing close, the words spoken into his ear and not whispered. The club was noisy; a whisper would have been lost and the guy trying to get in his jeans seemed pretty determined.

He actually had a hand in Alex's jeans.

Of course, Alex could hardly blame the man for being so forward. Alex had been walking along the walls of the club all night, prowling and watching and looking at everything. He looked at the lights, the pretty, pretty boys on the dance floor, the lean men sitting at the bar. He'd been hunting hard, but hadn't seen the right prey. He hadn't been subtle about it, either; anyone with eyes knew that he was looking. Someone new would think he was ripe for the pick up.

The new guy would learn different.

Grinning, Alex pivoted and grabbed the guy's wrist, pulling the hand out of his pants. It wasn't easy to turn, pushed up against the bar as he was, pinned by the long body, but he did it. He looked into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen and the grin vanished, his face feeling waxy as the smile slipped away and his mouth formed a thin, compressed line.

Alex knew they were the bluest eyes he'd ever seen because he'd seen them before.

"Think you're looking to get with the wrong fella," he said, pushing the hand away and watching Jamie's eyes widen.

"It is you!" Jamie looked utterly delighted, not exactly the way Alex had thought he'd react. "Goddamn, sugar. How long's it been?"

"Not quite long enough." Alex meant the sentiment in a variety of ways, but he wasn't about to explain. Not in a noisy club, and not to Jamie. Not if he could help it.

"God, it's got to be six years!" Jamie leaned closer, one arm slipping around Alex's waist as he waved to the bartender. "Let me buy you a drink, Lexi. Then we can get out of here, catch up."

Alex stepped to the side and shook his head at Steve, the bartender. "No thanks, Jamie. Not interested."