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

“Yes,” Wheat hissed as Laurie slowly encased Wheat’s dick in his velvet heat. Of course the latex of the condom blunted the heat, but Wheat wasn’t one to be careless with his health, no matter how hot his companion.


It took a minute before Laurie bottomed out and rested his butt on Wheat’s thighs. Wheat’s heart pounded so hard he thought it would explode from his chest.


“You…you st-stay still,” Laurie panted as he buried his face against Wheat’s neck. “You’re st-still recuperating.” He rose up, paused at the apex, then lowered himself in an easy glide


“Laurie.” Wheat groaned as his hips bucked up, driving him against Laurie’s prostate. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one in charge? How was it this man was twisting him inside and out so easily?


“Shh.” Laurie repeated his action, then draped his arms over Wheat’s shoulders and ran his lips along the side of Wheat’s throat. Wheat had always found that arousing, and somehow Laurie had known, without him saying a word.


Chapter 38