About Destiny Goes Spare

by TC Blue
16 pages / 7200 words
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Andrew and Raj have had a beautiful relationship since the night they met by chance and knew they were meant to be together. To celebrate Raj's twenty-first birthday, Andrew throws him a magnificent party and invites everyone on Raj's email contact list. Raj is thrilled, and so is Andrew, until a pair of unexpected -- but very much invited -- guests arrive. In one fell swoop, everything goes to pieces. Raj and Andrew are sleeping apart for the first time since they met. Are they really going to end it, or does destiny have something even better in store?

Sample

Raj was grinning as he sank the eight ball yet again, though this time he set the pool cue he’d been using on the table and stepped back, finishing the last swallow of beer in his glass.

“Right, then. Guess you’ll owe me one next time, mate.” He grinned at his long-time friend Greg as he set his empty down and took his jacket from where it had been resting over the back of a chair.

Greg blinked. “What, you’re leaving? Come on, man, it’s your birthday! I thought we were gonna... celebrate!”

Raj snorted, though he was careful to do it silently. He knew exactly how Greg wanted to ‘celebrate,’ after all, and while Raj wouldn’t have said no to a little bout of fox-in-the-henhouse -- or roosterhouse, in Greg’s case -- even four months earlier, there was no way. He’d found his destiny, after all, and he’d be damned if he was going to do anything to screw that up. Which fucking Greg’s undoubtedly tight little ass would absolutely accomplish.

“Sorry, but Andrew’s got something planned. Told you that when you called this afternoon, yah?” Because he had. He knew he had. Raj had a very clear memory of telling Greg that they could meet at the Dew Drop for a couple games and a pint or two, but that he’d be leaving by seven. And here it was, seven fifteen, and Greg was acting shocked. Silly little queen. Raj’s good friend, but still a silly little queen.

Greg snorted, the sound somehow delicate, but then again, so was Greg. “Oh, Andrew,” the guy said, obviously sneering but not enough to have Raj objecting. Greg had learned that lesson very well in the first month after Raj’s fateful meeting with his future. “It’s always Andrew. I swear, Raj, it’s like he has you under some kind of spell!”

Well, and Andrew did, Raj figured. A spell made up of being bloody well adorable, smart, funny, and never underestimating Raj’s intelligence the way so many people seemed to. Of course, Andrew’s huge sodding cock didn’t hurt, either. Or not in the bad way, Raj reminded himself with a smirk.

“Right,” he answered, “Well, just call me bloody Darrin, then, because I’m bewitched.” He rolled his eyes at Greg’s baffled expression. “Bewitched? American TV show, 1964 through 1972?” Raj snorted at the even more obvious lack of comprehension on his friend’s face. “It’s your own bloody country’s pop cultural history. Why do I know this when you don’t? Samantha Stevens? Tabitha?”

“Uh... come on, Raj,” Greg pleaded, as though Raj hadn’t said a word. “One more game. I’ll buy you birthday shots, even.” And that sweet little grin was almost tempting, but Raj knew exactly what would happen if he gave in.

One game would lead to three, and shots would become more shots, and when Greg finally got up the nerve to proposition him, Raj would be just drunk enough to hit the poor guy... then there would police, if not jail, and Andrew would be incredibly... not pleased. And as Raj was determined to have a happy birthday, that wouldn’t do. At all.