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

Christopher stretched his fingers, sliding them along the tender skin behind Gage’s sac. He slipped his forefinger between Gage’s cheeks, seeking out his hole while he swallowed around his cock. He traced his finger around the pucker, surprised when Gage gasped and jerked off the mattress. Curious, he repeated the gesture, and Gage jumped again.


He came off Gage’s cock slowly, reluctantly, and rested his cheek on Gage’s taut stomach to better gaze up at him. His finger never wavered from its spot, circling once again. “I love how responsive you are,” he murmured.


“Maybe it’s because I’m not used to it.”


Christopher frowned. “I’ve seen the hickeys. Don’t tell me all you’ve done is kiss Bodie.”


“No, we did a bit more than kiss. But we basically kept to…the front half.”


Though he didn’t pull away, Christopher did stop moving. He hadn’t expected that, for some reason. “Do you want me to stop?”


Chapter 48