by Sean Michael
“Sure. I can probably get a spot at the university gym. When’s your flight?”
“Not until 9:40, so we’ve got some time. I’m really looking forward to seeing your form.”
It would let him put together a game plan, get started on paper. Hell, it would tell him just how far Chris had come since the injury and how much further he had to go.
He drained his drink and wiped his mouth with his napkin. Damn, there was nothing quite like greasy food. It had always been one of his downfalls.
“Cool. I’ll make some phone calls, see what Coach Farris can do. Excuse me.” Chris slid out of the booth, pulling out a cell phone as he walked away. Brian just heard, “Steve? Hey, man, this is Chris, you got a minute?”
Brian pulled out his wallet and looked around for the waitress, signaling that they wanted the bill, then he just kind of sat there, still not quite sure he believed it.
He’d made his pitch, and Chris had gone for it. He’d pinned his hopes on this trip and it had worked out for him. He chuckled, the way he felt just too big to hold it all in.
Chris wandered back, nodded a little, and dug out his wallet. “Steve says we can have the place in a half hour. We just need to meet him there.”
“Oh, that’s excellent! I’m glad they could be so accommodating.” Brian nodded toward Chris’ empty plate. “You going to be okay so soon after the heavy meal?”
“If not, we’ll find out.” Chris shrugged. “It isn’t like we have a ton of time.”
He laughed, nodding. “There is that. I really don’t want to re-see that meal, though.”
He gave the waitress his card. “Why don’t you leave the tip?” After all, he’d invited Chris out and he imagined that, with the injury and all his backers pulling out, things were tight.
“Yeah? Okay. Thanks. I’ll buy us something to drink for the gym. I’m always thirsty as hell after.” Chris put a five on the table, face showing a bit of animation.
Oh, the man was hooked on it; Brian could see it.
In fact, Chris’ enthusiasm was contagious, and when Brian got his card back and they headed out, there was a definite bounce in his step.
“If they aren’t letting you do much on the equipment, as you’re coachless, what have you been doing?”
“Studying. Working. I sold all my furniture and bought a weight set, and my GPA jumped to a 3.9.”
Chris led him out, straight toward a little old green Honda. The walk was a little stiff, but not bad. Not impossible.
“What equipment was it you’ve been on again?”
It was one of the things he liked about teaching, getting to show the girls stuff, being able to use the equipment now and then.
Not that they had rings at his current job, but they did have a pommel horse. It wasn’t like he still had decent strength in his upper body anymore, anyway. It was amazing how quickly that faded. “And have you been working on your upper body, keeping your strength up?”
“Rings. The bar. I haven’t hit a landing. No one wants me to try yet.” Chris opened the car door, slid in. “I do weight training five hours a day.”
Brian put on his seatbelt. “Have your doctors prohibited you from landing?” If Chris couldn’t land, he couldn’t compete. It was as simple as that.
The strong hands clenched around the steering wheel, the leather around it creaking. “I haven’t been cleared. I can’t land if I can’t train. I can’t train if I don’t get a coach. I can’t compete if I can’t land.”
Brian nodded. “Yeah, that’s pretty much the way of it. But we’re about to break that vicious circle, yeah? We did shake on it, right?”
“Yeah?” Those two-toned eyes looked over at him. “I…. Man, I thought you were about to tell me you’d changed your mind.”
“Oh! No, no. I’m sorry, didn’t meant to stress you out. I mean, back surgery, I knew it was going to be a long haul. Hell, Chris, you’re probably taking a bigger chance on me—I’m totally untried in coaching men’s gymnastics.”
He got a quick look as they backed out of the parking lot. “Well, then, I bet I can come up with a list of gymnast demands.”
Well, well. Look there.
A sense of humor.
Brian laughed. “Hey, as long as it doesn’t cost money, you just might be able to talk me into that list.” There was a surprising amount of traffic as they drove out onto the highway—it’d been too long since he’d been in the big city. “It always busy like this?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Chris drove with confidence, changing lanes, zipping down the highway. “I’ll grab my box and then we can head to the school.”
Chris drove them down to a little dragged-down section of town, the old houses made into dozens and dozens of student apartments. Dingy and tired, but solid. Comfortable. Lacking in terrible scariness.
“You gonna mind sharing digs with me in Monterey? We don’t have to, but there’ll be more money for other stuff if we share.” He wasn’t too sure about the “didn’t have to,” either, but he didn’t want to force it on Chris.
He got another quick look. “Look, man. I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I know how to stay in my own bed and I haven’t ever been inappropriate with a team mate.”
They pulled into a driveway, the engine coming to a stop.
“Um… I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.” Though from what Chris had said, he could guess. “I was more thinking about you being uncomfortable living with a stranger, sharing digs. Or what you might have heard about me.”
“Oh.” Chris looked at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I’ll get that stuff for you.”
He chuckled. “I think we both need our gaydar tweaked.” To be honest, he’d just been so focused on seeing Chris, convincing the man to accept his offer of coaching….
“Yeah. You need to catch up with the latest gossip, too.” Those sharp cheekbones were painfully red, eyes on the steering wheel. “You want to wait here or come up?”
“Well, that depends. Are you going to catch me up with the gossip?” He bumped their shoulders together. “I’ll stay here.” Give Chris a few minutes to compose himself.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Chris headed upstairs, disappeared behind a little red door.
Lord, a guy with a reputation.
He just wished he knew what that reputation was. He really was out of the loop at Mrs. Kernicke’s School for Girls. And now he was curious as hell.
It had him chuckling at himself. He wasn’t even back in the scene for a half hour and already he was eager to hear the gossip.
Back on the scene.
Wow.
Too cool.
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When he finds out Justin is drowning in a pool of self-doubt and the belief that his happy years are behind him, Chris realizes he made a mistake letting go so suddenly, and that Justin needs structure and a firm, dominant hand to keep him on the right track. It’s time to remedy that error—as long as he can convince Justin that it’s really love.
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When things at Elliot’s firm begin to crumble, Graham needs to be the tough one, the one to suggest the cabin and the games they play there, knowing Elliot’s role as Dom will give him strength and that their games will recharge his lover. Together, they keep working to find that precarious balance in their lives—until an accident threatens to change everything. Elliot and Graham’s love faces its greatest challenge yet, and only the resilience they draw from each other can see them through hardship and keep the music in their lives.
Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” SEAN MICHAEL spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to Chicago.
A longtime writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
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By Sean Michael
Add Love and Mix
Amnesia
Cupcakes
First Steps
From the Get Go
Golden
Guarding January
Inheritance
Just the Right Notes
Making a Splash
Of Love
Out of the Past
The Swag Man Delivers
Unto Us the Time Has Come
X-Factor
IRON EAGLE GYM
The New Boy
The Perfect Sub
The Luckiest Master
The Closet Boy
The Dom’s Way
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