Josh, a lonely trapeze artist, thinks he’s cursed. It’s an old family superstition. He can’t have sex on a day he flies or he’ll fall. Maybe that’s why he’s never had a steady boyfriend, though sometimes he dreams of one. In his show, a strange melody plays in the background. It follows him and surfaces from time to time on the street. When Josh’s uncle hears about the music, he tells his nephew to bring the old ring, passed down from generations since the time of the curse. Steve is a realtor who always reaches his goals, in sales or otherwise, and he moonlights as a dancer in an all-male review on The Strip. All his friends his age are married, and his best friend’s wife Genie wants to see him hitched, too. He’s a little bit challenged in the relationship department, though. He has some growing up to do, or maybe it’s his problem in bed, where he’s somewhat one-sided. Steve and Josh meet one crazy night when Josh breaks all the rules used to protect him from the curse. After that, he runs. If it wasn’t for Genie’s matchmaking, Josh and Steve might never see each other again. Though not yet ready for a boyfriend, Josh does need a realtor. What a good way for he and Steve to get to know each other, while Josh works up the courage to tell Steve about the curse. Still unaware of Josh’s problem, Steve falls in love with him. When Steve finds out about the curse thing, it’s a big disappointment, but he wants Josh anyway. There’s no doubt Josh is worth the wait. Maybe the curse isn’t real after all. Can lonely Josh overcome his fear of it? Can horndog Steve handle a curse? Is the answer in the ancient ring?

The Curse of Flight

“I’ll do it myself.” Steve grabbed the ice, wrapped it in the towel, and applied it to his head. “Who knows what you might do?”


Josh’s eyes welled up. “Steve, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”


Steve’s red hand, cold from the ice, chilled Josh’s cheek. “You’re crying. It’s not your fault. I had it coming. Don’t worry. I’m fine.”


Josh wiped his face with his own hands, red too, mixed with the tears. “We’re going to the clinic, Urgent Care. It’s close. Where are your keys? Get dressed.”


“I don’t want to.” Steve didn’t budge from the floor.


“Come on. Where are they?” Josh waved his bloody hands.


“It’ll stain my car.” Steve got up from the floor and sat on the bed.


“Don’t be stupid.” Josh searched for the keys.


“Take me on your bike. I’m not getting blood on my car.”


He picked up Steve’s jeans from the floor and took the keys out of a pocket. “Here put these on.” He tossed the jeans at Steve’s lap.


Chapter 52