Kenji is a third-generation Japanese-American and a gregarious fellow. He’s also gay.<br><br>When he buys a new condo, he meets James, the somewhat heavy-drinking ass who lives next door. Even if the guy were gay, Kenji wouldn’t date him in a million years.<br><br>Despite their differences, Kenji and James form a friendship which slowly moves into the bedroom. Kenji is falling for James, but can James come around to accept he’s really gay? Does he loves Kenji, or will the relationship die out before it even begins?

Never in a Million Years

Kenji said, “I’ll throw some sweats on and be right with you. Can you wait? Not sure I remember where you live.” He giggled again.


Stupid sense of humor. I wouldn’t date him in a million years.


“Sure, again, sorry to bother you, uh—”


“Kenji. I’m Kenji. Fourth-generation Japanese, but I speak it. No prob, James. That’s what neighbors are for.” Kenji hustled off.


When he came back, James asked, “You have your keys, right?”


Kenji patted his sweats. “Damn. No, thanks. You’re wise.” He got them and locked his door.


It took a while for the two of them to mount the TV. When it was over, James sighed.


“Crap, no way I could have gotten that up by myself. And the guy at the store said it would be easy.” He shook Kenji’s hand. “Sorry to bother you, but thanks for the help.”


James sat on his new couch. He hated asking for help. He thought of Kenji.


Chapter 28