1989 by Sam C. Leonhard

Author:Sam C. Leonhard [Leonhard, Sam C.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

THIS time, waking up didn’t come easily. This time, waking

up came with a monster headache and a taste in his mouth

as if something had died in it. The floor underneath him was

hard, and his nostrils flared at the combined smells of

smoke, alcohol, vomit, and sweat.

Had he thrown up? And if yes, why?

1989 * Sam C. Leonhard

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Trying to figure out where his hands were and how to

use them, Theo nearly banged his head at the metallic bar

running around the counter’s base. Countless shoes had left

their dirt on the bar, and when he put a hand to it, it felt as

if he’d never let it go again. At least the bar helped him to get

to his knees.

When his stomach heaved, he left it at that.

“Need a bucket?” the barman asked, annoyance in his

voice rather than concern. “You hit your head pretty badly,

but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t puke on the floor. Whilst

you were out like a light I cleaned up, you know.”

Huh?

Theo squinted against the light, although there barely

was any light to speak of. Only a few LEDs illuminated the

bottles decorating the shelves behind the barman. Other

than that, the place was dark.

“Where am I?” Theo managed. “What time is it?”

Actually, he wanted to know what year it was, but

thought better of it right before the words would have

tumbled out of his stupid mouth. It was today, of course. He

was a forty-two-year-old, married-and-soon-to-be-divorced,

unhappy, and unkissed man.

“This is Shenanigan’s,” the barman said. “It’s twenty

past midnight. You crashed when you were about to leave.

Tried to wake you up, and when you didn’t, I waited.”

Theo frowned. “I could have had a heart attack,” he

pointed out, still on his knees. Only when his stomach had

calmed down a bit did he get up.

The sight wasn’t any better from up here. The pub was

still ugly and dirty, the barman was still irritating, and Theo

could still feel Luke’s lips on his.

He closed his eyes. This was bad, far worse than he’d

ever been able to imagine. He’d dreamed of Luke, of the night

they’d never shared, and it had been so real, seemed so

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absolutely and utterly true it was impossible not to believe it

had happened.

“He said he loved me,” he murmured, not loud enough

for the barman to hear.

It was hard to breathe. Those three words, made up by

his idiotic brain, meant more to him than his job, his wife,

his entire life.

“You didn’t have a heart attack. You look like you work

out, and your heart was beating just fine,” the barman said,

leaning at the counter. “I checked. So I decided to let you

come back in your own time. You know you keeled over

precisely at midnight? Funny, that. For a moment I thought

there was some kind of light glowing around you, but it was

just a car passing by outside. Now could you get lost?

Promised my girls to take them to the zoo tomorrow

morning. Zoo and cinema and the whole stuff. Saturday, you

know. I don’t work Saturdays. My wife and daughter count

on me, and I am looking forward to spending time with them.

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