It's been eleven years since Nick ran off with David for the West Coast. And though his life resembles a blue dream, after more than a decade of bar tending in resorts and cruise ships, Nick is finally thinking of heading home. First, he needs to go see about David in Vancouver ...<br><br>When he arrives, Nick finds a community of young men devastated by AIDS. Part of him wants to flee back to Montreal, but David is dying and Nick knows his place is by his best friend's side. In those four days and nights in David's apartment by the English Bay, Nick learns more about himself than he ever did before. When it's all over, he packs his bag and locks up his grief, determine to honor the promise he made to David of opening up his own restaurant.<br><br>Five years later, Nick is gaining a reputation in the industry as a chef, but has yet to have any meaningful relationships. Until Derek O'Reilly, that redheaded kid with the avocado-green eyes he used to know, walks into his dining room and ignites Nick's passion once more.

Blue Awakenings

O’Reilly lay on his back, the diffused light of the city skyline playing on every fantastic line and curve of his body. I could hardly believe I had this man within my reach. I went to him, anxious and eager, my hands shaking with desire. “Can I?” I whispered, lying next to him and pulling him into my arms, so that his back was to my chest.


“Yes, Nick, yes.” He turned his face to catch my mouth. “Yes.”


We made love on my bare mattress, face to face, his thighs wrapped around my back, his wicked green eyes clouding over every time I pushed deeper into him. He was relaxed, trusting me, kissing my mouth with fervor every now and then, gripping my hair, pulling me into him, into his heart, body, soul.


“Oh, Nick,” he murmured against my mouth, “hold me tighter.”


I pushed up, grabbing his thighs, crushing my body against his erect cock, grinding his dick against my stomach as I fucked him harder and harder, losing control.


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