by A. J. Thomas
Elliot wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or mortified. St. Claire knew he was gay, but from the sound of it, Ray had just outed them both to every law-enforcement agency in the city. “You got advice from my boss?”
Ray pouted. “No. She said if I didn’t know you well enough to figure out how to ask you out on my own, I could go fuck myself.”
“She what?”
“I thought of the Pop-Tart thing on my own. She smuggled them into the building for me, though.”
Elliot didn’t mean to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. “The guy who was so worried about funny looks from strangers came out so he could ask for romantic advice?”
“It was important.” Ray leaned up to kiss him gently. Elliot met him halfway, pressing his lips to Ray’s softly. Ray pulled him close, deepening the kiss with a hunger that left Elliot lightheaded.
When Elliot lifted his head away to take a quick breath, he was stunned by the warmth in Ray’s eyes. Ray moved his hands to the tie holding Elliot’s pants tight. Elliot caught his hands quickly. “Thought you said something about takeout?”
“After.” Ray leaned up to kiss him again. Somehow, Ray slipped his hands free and went back to loosening the tie.
Elliot enjoyed the kiss for a moment, but then he felt Ray slide his fingers around the waistband of his pants. Ray slipped his hands inside, cupping his ass and shoving his workout pants down. “We should go inside,” Elliot gasped. “The canyon trails run right along the fence. It’s chain-link.”
“I totally lied.” Ray nipped at Elliot’s neck. “I am that much of an exhibitionist.”
Elliot laughed as the stubble on Ray’s chin tickled his collarbone. “I’ve got neighbors.”
Ray chuckled against his pulse point. “Do you think, after the sirens, the shootings, the crime-scene cleanup, and all the crap in the news, anything else you do could shock your neighbors?”
Before Ray managed to obliterate his capacity to think, Elliot wondered just what he was getting himself into. Whether they made it all the way to their own fairy-tale ending or not, he was sure he was in for one hell of an adventure along the way.
A.J. Thomas writes m/m romance, mostly for her own amusement. She began writing as a child, but never attempted it seriously until later in life, penning naughty fan fiction and then original stories. Her time is divided between taking care of her three young children, experimenting with cooking and baking projects that rarely explode these days, and embarrassing her husband with dirty jokes. When she’s not writing, she hikes, gardens, researches every random idea that comes into her head, and develops complicated philosophical arguments about why a clean house is highly overrated.
She has earned a BA in English Literature and has worked in a half-dozen different jobs, from law enforcement officer to librarian. Originally from the Northwest, she has traveled all over the United States and currently lives in California. She currently lives in Virginia.
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Romance from A.J. Thomas
Romance from A.J. Thomas