Chris and Aaron have hit a rough patch in their relationship, but it isn't anything they can't weather. Part of the disconnect stems from their different work schedules -- Chris works in an office during the day, while Aaron works swing shift at a plant, sometimes working days, sometimes afternoons, sometimes nights. The odd shift causes stress in their relationship, but Chris knows they can work through it together. Then he discovers Aaron is secretly taking prescription drugs for depression. Suddenly Chris feels as if he doesn't know Aaron any more. He's afraid to bring up the pills he found, but more afraid of losing his lover. To mistrust, to denial, to addiction. He tells himself he'll step in before it's too late. But will he be able to figure out when to step in and say something? Or will Aaron's growing dependence on prescriptions drive them apart?

Crash and Burn

Effexor. What the hell could that be for?


When he steps out of the shower, body already toweled dry and hands shaking the water from his hair, I’m standing in front of the sink, his black bag hidden under it once again. Leaning back against the counter, I smile at him and let my gaze drift down his naked body—he’s so damn fine and he knows it, I know he knows it, he’s standing there grinning at me because he knows he’s turning me on. “Come here, sexy,” I growl, forgetting about the pills.


He slips into my embrace and kisses me until I feel his cock stir against my thigh. Wasn’t I right? Didn’t I say maybe in the morning? He was tired last night, that’s all. We both were. But we both have to be somewhere soon so we can’t do anything about this now.


I sigh and pull him close, cupping his ass in my hands. Resting my forehead against his, I look into his deep eyes and ask, “Just how important is a stupid security meeting, anyway?”


Chapter 4