Laurie Parkinson, who’s lived in Laurel Hills all his life, is a gay sheet metal worker who’d rather be a gay hairdresser. Wheat Dupuis, who’s also gay, is the scion of one of Laurel Hill’s wealthiest families. He’d rather grow grapes than become CFO of Dupuis International. Laurie wakes one morning to discover his family gone and his town decimated by a bacteria that has lain dormant for millennia, incased in ice. With the melting of the ice caps, the bacteria is released, and mankind faces a pandemic that could surpass the Black Plague. Wheat and his family are on their way to safety when the unthinkable happens and he’s left behind. Laurie knows of a bunker in the woods outside Laurel Hill, where he intends to take refuge. On the way there, Laurie finds and rescues Wheat. Can two such dissimilar men work together through a pandemic to find their families ... and possibly find love, as well?

Pandemic

Laurie did as he was told, and Wheat licked his lips at the sight of his lover’s balls.


“Nice. Very nice. Now I’m going to insert a butt plug. This might be a little uncomfortable to begin with, but I know you can handle it.”


“I can. I…uh…I have—had—one of my own.” He sighed. “It was a real nice one.”


“You left it behind?” He approached and ran his palm over Laurie’s spine, letting him know Wheat was there.


“I had to. Like I said, I wasn’t home, and to tell the truth, I didn’t even think of it.”


“Did you want to stop at your place to get it?” Wheat separated those tempting cheeks and teased the pale beige hole with the tip of the butt plug.


“Mmm. That’s nice. Or maybe I think so because I know what you’re going to do to me.” Laurie shivered, folded his arms on the seat, and lowered his head to rest on them. “I guess…if the piece of shit runs and we have time, maybe we could?”


Chapter 37