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

When Gage stepped into Christopher’s store, he wondered if he’d made the wrong choice. He felt far too big and clumsy to work around so many old and delicate items. And this wasn’t like the few antique stores he had been to before, with mostly dusty old junk and faded relics priced for cheap. Of course not. Not in that neighborhood. Even Gage’s uneducated eye knew he was surrounded by treasures—expensive treasures at that. If he fucked up and broke something, Christopher would probably never forgive him. He’d never forgive himself.


The smell hit him by the third step inside the door. A combination of old leather, brittle paper, and pine. It smelled a little like his grandparents’ attic, but fresher. If memories had a scent, that’s what it would be. Clinging to artifacts from a different time, mingling with other memories, traveling from home to home, person to person. It was also the smell of Christopher’s skin. Gage recognized it immediately.


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