Antique dealer Christopher Gleason isn't looking for love. He isn't even looking for a one-night stand. But when a young man with an innocent smile offers to buy him a drink one night, he accepts. He's even tempted to take it further, until he learns the innocence isn't an act. Though he can't deny his attraction, or the fact that he likes the young man quite a bit, Christopher puts him off. He'd rather be friends than risk hurting him.<br><br>Gage Kimball fled Salt Lake City for Los Angeles with his guitars, what little money he had, and no friends. Raised in a devout Mormon family within a tightly knit community, he's never had the chance to be himself or explore his sexuality. Until now. Christopher supplies the emotional support Gage needs, but Gage wants more than friendship. Even at the risk of everything he has left.

All That You Do

“You need to trust your instincts more. You were more comfortable onstage than you were sitting next to Rev. Relax, have a drink or two. None of us bite unless you ask us to.”


“I don’t know how to drink. Alcohol, I mean.”


“Same way you drink water. Just open your mouth and swallow.” Another grin. “You’ll find that method works for a wide variety of tasks, actually.”


Gage might not be the most experienced person on the planet, but he understood innuendo when he heard it. His heart beat even faster, but he took a deep breath and hoped his voice remained even.


“You’re a moaner. And you have a great ass. Though it’s hard to see because you’re too busy on your knees for me.”


Now, the tips of his ears burned. Nobody had ever been so blunt with him in his life. It made his stomach twist in uncomfortable knots, but he found he didn’t mind it. In fact, he kind of liked it.


Chapter 16