by Devon Rhodes
Chapter One
Geoffrey Radcliffe stared intently into the mirror, grimacing at the reflection, then wincing as the grimace accentuated his laugh lines. Laugh lines, c’mon, just call them wrinkles. He ran his fingers through his straight, dark hair and froze. Oh shit. He peered closer at his hairline, holding his hair back with his hand and angling his head so that his temples were just inches from the mirror. A healthy dose of grey splashed on each pulse-point, while more isolated strands were beginning to snake through his conservative hairstyle. When had that happened?
Far from narcissistic, he was embarrassed by his sudden interest in his appearance, and even more embarrassed by what had prompted it. God, he felt like he was a kid back in school again, mooning around over the Big Man On Campus. Jesse Sullivan. His one and only boyfriend as a young man; his first blissful, and eventually heartbreaking, relationship that thrust him firmly into the more socially accepted side of his bi wiring. Geoff sighed at his image one last time before giving himself a mental shake and retreating to his desk, staring blankly at his laptop’s screensaver, then reaching out with a finger and nudging the touchpad, bringing Jesse’s e-mail back into glaring focus.
Dear Geoff, it began. Such a polite and generic opening to something that rocked the foundations of everything he had made himself believe for the past two decades.
Dear Geoff,
I can’t believe it’s been so long, over 20 years. I never thought at the time that we’d fall so completely out of touch when we went our separate ways.
Separate ways? Geoff snorted, rereading the missive for the umpteenth time. That was putting it mildly. Nothing like a little revisionist history.
I’ve wanted to get in touch with you for a long time. But what finally did it for me was hearing my mom talk about your divorce. Ironically enough, mine just went through as well.
She also said that your parents mentioned you’re coming back for a week over the holidays, and I’ll be at home then as well. I’d really like to get together. Since there’s going to be the usual houseful back home, I’ve volunteered to stay at a hotel.
Geoff felt a disconcerting shock of lust burn through him at the thought of Jesse and a hotel room. He fought to breathe normally, reminding himself he was at work, and surreptitiously adjusted his half-hard cock in his suit pants.
We have a lot to catch up on, and I’m hoping that you want to see me as well. Give me a call, my numbers are listed below, and let’s set something up. I’ve missed you, G-man. Hope to hear from you soon. Jess
Jesse was going to be home for the holidays, at a hotel, and they were adults now…. Merry Christmas to me. Geoff scrubbed viciously at his face. He needed to get a grip. There was nothing in the note to hint that this would be anything other than a reunion of two old friends. For all he knew, the whole incident in their youth was just Jesse having a one-time fling, a bi-curious growth experience. Yeah, it had burned hot at the time, but Geoff was obviously not what Jess had wanted long-term. Jesse made that abundantly clear on the night he got engaged, the night he revealed to Geoff that he was going to be a father before the year was out.
Geoff felt that old, familiar pain twinge deep inside at the memory, the casual manner in which Jesse had related the life-altering secret he’d been keeping from Geoff for months. His girlfriend. Oh, he’d been so innocent, blinded by the charisma and the intensity of Jesse’s focus on him, a late-bloomer who had never attracted attention from anyone before. Eager for any time with Jess, he’d accepted his frequent, vague explanations for being busy.
It was only in the aftermath, in the flurry of small-town gossip that flew when the pregnancy and shotgun wedding was made public, that he put the whole story together. Jesse had been dating Jennifer for months. It was love at first sight, wasn’t the first time that two crazy kids got carried away and did things out of order, at least he was doing the right thing. That was the prevailing opinion in town, anyway.
So Geoff had sat woodenly on the pew at the church, his face carefully blank but his heart crying inside, as the boy he thought he loved gazed into someone else’s eyes and made his pledge to her. Geoff had fooled everyone with his act, even Jesse apparently, because afterward he had given Geoff a hug in the receiving line with no guilt in his eyes, clapping him casually on the back and saying that he’d call him when they got back from their honeymoon.
Geoff began making his escape plans the day after Jesse’s news, and headed off to his university town a month early, claiming he wanted to settle in before term began. He left before Jesse got back and asked his mom not to give out his number to anyone, wanting to make a clean break. There was a hint of sympathy in his mom’s eyes, as if she had known, but they never discussed it and she had respected his wishes. Jesse’s wedding day was the last time he had heard from Jesse directly, although Geoff occasionally heard details of his life from his own parents, who still lived in the same small town with the Sullivans.
He had followed suit soon enough, dating girls in college until he found the one he wanted to settle down with, marrying Susan soon after their graduation. He had loved her, his broken heart had found solace in her gentle nature, and they had been good companions until quite unexpectedly, after almost seventeen years of marriage, Sue had found herself madly in love with another man. Their parting was as amicable as their marriage, and Geoff wished her well. He had dated a couple times since the divorce was final, always women, but nothing lasting.
He had never again touched another man, tried not to let his mind run over those frantic, explosive youthful encounters with Jesse, except occasionally in his most deeply-kept fantasies. Now those old, faded memories flared to new life, settling into his viscera with uncanny accuracy. He groaned softly as he shifted in his desk chair, swiveling away from the door to reach down to give his stiff dick a quick rub and adjustment through the fabric. A lick and a promise. A lick… ah, fuck. He heard the tap at the door a moment before it opened, and quickly removed his hand, spinning back toward the visitor slowly, nonchalantly he hoped.
Face flushing, he nevertheless kept his countenance neutral as he arched a brow in question at his administrative assistant, Kimberly. “Yes?”
She gave him an assessing look but then shrugged. “I have your mail sorted, some hard copies that need signatures, and your flight info for your trip.” She approached the desk, setting everything down in the usual places before glancing at his laptop. “Have you gone through the messages I forwarded? Anything you need to kick back to me?”
He reached out casually and closed the laptop down, turning on his desktop monitor instead. “Nothing yet, I have a few things to go through first. You can, uh, delete anything from today on your end.”
“Sure thing.” She moved back around the desk, then paused and looked back at him. She was a striking woman, tall and beautiful in a way that would only improve with age. They had a comfortable and friendly working relationship, and he thought, not for the first time, that it was a shame she did nothing for his libido. He had been damn lonely since well before the divorce, and it was starting to get to him if an e-mail could send him into this state of arousal.
“Anything else before I take off, Geoff?” she asked across the desk, and something in her questioning and sympathetic eyes made him pause. For a wild moment, he considered confiding in her about his current confusion.
He wrestled with himself briefly, but the reserved habits of a lifetime kicked in and he shook his head. “Have a nice weekend, Kim. I’ll see you Monday.”
“Oh,” she said, memory evidently jolted. “That’s right. Just a warning, I’ll be in late on Monday. I have an appointment. It’s on my Outlook calendar, but I know you always forget to check there.” She winked as she backed toward the door.
“Well, I probably would’ve remembered to check eventually,” he grumbled distractedly, flipping his laptop back open.
“No, you would’ve just called my cell. And I probably won’t be able to answer.”
“Why? One of those woman-type annual things?” he asked before he thought, then flushed even more as he realized what he just said. “Whoa, that was rude. Sorry. None of my business.”
Kim laughed out loud from the doorway. “You’re hilarious, boss. Nope, just a hair appointment. I’m having my color touched up, and I always turn off my phone while I’m there.”
Color touched up? He perked up at the thought. Shit, maybe he should get his hair done before the trip home. He unconsciously ran his hand through his hair again, stopping to linger at the temples. Nah, what the hell am I thinking? I’m no prima donna.
They exchanged goodnights, and he watched the door close, reaching for his phone. He could do this. Piece of cake. Keep it casual and just see what happens. If he seems like he’s interested, flirt a little, but nothing too overt.
Flirt? Do you even know how?
Deliberately ignoring the skeptical voice inside, he bolstered his courage with a pep talk. Make him make all the moves, keep your cool. Let him see what he missed out on. Turning to the laptop, he took a deep breath and dialed.
“Hello?”
Geoff almost panicked at the sound of that deep voice, a more mature version of the one in his memories, but Jesse’s just the same. “Jesse?” Get it together, you geek.
“Geoff? G-man, is that you?” Pleasure colored Jesse’s voice, and Geoff shivered in reaction, remembering suddenly how he had always tried so hard to please Jesse.
“It’s me, Jess. How are you?”
“Wow, Geoff. I can’t believe it. So, uh, I guess you got my e-mail, huh?” A touch of uncertainty crept into Jesse’s tone, giving Geoff a bit more courage.
“Yes, it’s right here in front of me. So you’re going home for the holidays?”
Jesse laughed, sounding more relaxed with the conversation in known territory. “Just like every year. Only this year, I’ll be solo. Except for the boys, of course. Jake and Josh.”
“That’s right, you had twins.” Geoff worked to keep his voice even. “They must be in college by now.”
“In their second year. They’re eating up the college scene. I hardly ever see them, but my mom convinced them to come back for a few days around Christmas. So, well, anyway, I’ll still have a few non-dad days open to… do something with.” Jesse’s tone deepened and it ignited a reciprocal hoarseness in Geoff’s voice as he replied.
“That’s good. It would be fun to… get together.” Geoff winced at his choice of words, which immediately brought a picture to his mind of their younger selves locked in a carnal embrace. When had everything become an innuendo? He wished he could read Jesse’s thoughts. They had their shared history together, true, but since then, as far as Geoff knew, Jesse had been straight as an arrow. Just as he had. That reasoning didn’t keep from him spinning his chair away from the door once more and reaching down to take his hardening shaft in a rough and welcome grip.
Silence on the other end of the line. Then Jesse cleared his throat. “Ah, Geoff? Can I ask you something?”
Geoff didn’t respond, not wanting to give his assent at the start of what he suspected this conversation might turn into. He waited impatiently for Jesse to continue, giving his cock a ruthless squeeze.
“Are you dating anyone?”
Of all the questions Geoff had imagined in the interim, he hadn’t even come close to that one. “Not currently.” Geoff smiled at himself for the first time since opening the e-mail, pleased with the ambiguity of his response.
“Have you? Since your divorce?”
Geoff was starting to enjoy this, imagining Jesse squirming on the other end of the line. “Why do you ask?” Perfect, put the ball right back in his court.
“Oh. Well. I’m just curious.” Geoff waited Jesse out when he paused, and he resumed, a bit defensively, “I was just trying to make conversation, Geoff.”
“Is that all?” Geoff asked blandly.
A ragged sigh from the other end. “No,” Jesse admitted, to Geoff’s surprise. Apparently, the man was done tiptoeing around. “I guess I was trying to get an idea of where you’re at. You know, in the dating scene.”
Oh, there were so many comebacks to that one. Geoff debated whether he should keep toying with Jess and then slumped a little in his chair as he mentally kicked himself for being an ass. This couldn’t be easy for Jesse. Either way, their past relationship was the elephant in the room.
“Jesse. Look, I’m sorry, man. I’m not trying to be an asshole.” That got a relieved laugh from the other man. “To answer your questions, both the ones you asked and the ones you didn’t, no, I’m not seeing anyone right now. Woman or man. And if I did,” he took a deep breath before confessing, “I’m not sure which it would be.”
A gust of air, as if Jesse had been holding his breath, or maybe whistling low. “Oh. Okay.” A long pause. “Thanks for being honest with me. I guess it’s my turn to be honest with you. I’ve been… thinking about you a lot. About us together. What we had back then.”
Geoff abruptly pulled his hand from his still-interested cock as shock and tension coiled in his chest, needing an immediate outlet. Suddenly now he’s thinking about me? He stood to start pacing around his office. “What we had is ancient history, Jess, and it sure didn’t seem like you were thinking of me at all at the time.” The sudden anger was a welcome antidote to the lust and pain that had gripped him earlier. “Maybe you don’t remember, but you went around with Jenn behind my back for months and then you dropped me like a rock. You cheated on me if you considered us a couple, and you used me if you didn’t. Either way, I’m not interested in you sugarcoating the past.” The words bubbled up from a festering wound deep inside him. He’d had no idea how much bitterness he had been holding on to all these years.
“Geoff, I—”
“Save it. I’m not going to fight about this.” He stopped in his tracks and tried to get his plan back on track. Brilliant. Instead of flirting and being cool, you end up yelling like an idiot. Smooth move. “I’d still like to see you. I’ll call you again before I head out next weekend. Where are you staying?”
Jesse cleared his throat again, apparently collecting himself. “The suites hotel right by the turnoff. I get in on Saturday. Geoff,” he paused. “I’m really looking forward to seeing you, seeing how you turned out. Thanks for… just, thanks.”
Geoff said goodbye and disconnected, his mind whirling, his stomach churning with the emotional ups and downs of the conversation. His pacing had brought him to a halt in front of the mirror once more, and he jolted a bit as his forty-year-old face asserted itself over the younger version of himself that talking to Jesse brought to mind.
He ran over the differences again, raising his hand back toward his hair before changing his mind mid-reach and instead running it down his firm chest and flat belly. He looked good, better than most of his peers. He kept himself in shape, running and lift weights regularly. Geoff eyed his reflection up and down critically, then turned, looking at his backside. What the fuck is wrong with me? Checking out my ass in the mirror? Jesus!
He cupped his waning erection. Maybe he needed to get out for a little while tonight. Geoff met his dark eyes in the mirror and nodded at himself decisively before moving to gather his things together. He should go out to a club and try to see if he could find someone, some man, to flirt with. Far from feeling like he could impress Jesse with how sexy he had become, he felt about as worn out and deep in the closet as his mom’s fur coat. He needed all the practice he could get.
Chapter Two
“Oh, no, he didn’t!” Abraham Golden exclaimed, barely pausing in his application of the colorant as he gave his customer a nudge. “He did not have you pick him up from his boy toy’s house!”
He watched in the mirror as
Kim, one of Golden Shears’ most loyal, and frequent, customers, gave him an immaculately arched brow over an evil grin. “Oh yes, he did. Granted, he had no idea that the little twerp would lock him out. Without his keys and wallet.” She blew out of the corner of her mouth at a strand of hair, and Abe deftly caught it with a finger, clipping it out of the way, as he waited for her to continue. “All he had was his iPhone and his pants. I have a feeling that if he’d had at least a shirt, he would’ve called the car service. But I imagine that he thought I’d be more discreet.”
Abe caught his tongue between his teeth as he gave Kim a wink in the mirror. “He so doesn’t know you, does he?” He finished the last section on auto-pilot, segmenting her hair and brushing on the gel while his mind was on Kim’s yummy boss, Geoffrey Radcliffe, who apparently occasionally took a walk on the cock side. He frowned as something occurred to him.
“Wait, so if his little friend had locked him out, how did you know…?”
“That he was a he? That’s the best part.” Kim turned clear around in her chair, her dark eyes snapping with delight.
Abe leaned forward in anticipation of the climax, stripping the gloves off his hands and making a blind toss to the trash can.
“Just as I pull up and Geoff is coming toward the car, the guy comes out of the house with nothing but underwear on and starts screaming all sorts of clichéd things at him, about how he was lousy in bed, a skanky cheat on the down-low, that he should go back to his mama.” Kim paused as Abe choked on a laugh. “Oh, it gets better. Then he starts throwing all Geoff’s things out on the lawn and yelled to me that if I was Jesse, I was welcome to him, and ended by screaming at Geoff, ‘Call me Jesse while you fuck me? Fuck you!’ What a scene! It was fantastic.”
Abe was rapt, his mouth ajar. Now this was the best dish he’d had in months. “Oops! Yeah, gotta keep those names straight. Okay, so who’s Jesse, the girlfriend?”