Bidder Rivalry by E.F. Mulder

Author:E.F. Mulder [Mulder, E.F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2017-11-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Gideon was kind of glad Christmas 2016 fell on Sunday. He was used to having Sundays off anyway, and was probably the only person in the world who liked work days better. Though several people had invited him for dinner, he’d declined. Now he was having second thoughts.

Gideon reread the message he’d sent to Rudy on Facebook.

Talk to me. Come over. Message me or call. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I have your shoes.

He’d included his number, which Rudy hadn’t used. As Gideon placed his boots on the shelf between a moccasin and a cowboy boot, he reread the very brief response he’d received via Messenger.

I’m OK. And I apologize again. It’s better if I keep my mood to myself.

Gideon had answered that.

You said being with me helps your mood. I like that. I want to help. I can get in downstairs. We could sit at the piano. Please come.

* * * *

It had been several hours. So far, Rudy hadn’t responded.

Gideon fried himself a hamburger, poured some chips onto a Christmas plate he’d gotten at the thrift store—service for one—and sat in front of the TV to catch It’s a Wonderful Life. Just about the time James Stewart was running through the snow, he woke up from a little catnap with an erection. Leaning over the back of the couch, playing with his ass, his forehead against the wall, Gideon came into Rudy’s Rudolph sock. With one in his hand, wrapped around the head of his dick, he moaned into the other one he had in his mouth as he fell back onto the cushions.

“Phew! I guess I’ll have to throw these in the wash before I see Rudy again.”

As several days passed, six in all, Gideon started to wonder if that was ever going to happen. Rudy didn’t answer the second Facebook message. He didn’t call. He didn’t text. He didn’t come by in person. Elvis’s Vegas Sing-Along was packed tight December 31st. First-time revelers and regulars passed the early hours testing Gideon’s impromptu virtuosity.

“He’s fucking playing Chopin,” Eileen marveled. “Without missing a note!”

Grocery checker Kurt showed up again, just before midnight, and made a beeline for Denise’s daughter, Maddie, right beside the piano. They’d been on a few dates since Christmas Eve according to Elvis’s Sing-Along scuttlebutt. Gideon couldn’t wait to see them kiss at midnight. He felt a little bit like Cupid, quite proud of himself.

“Time to start watching the clock!” Brett hollered. “Sixty seconds to go!”

“Outside,” someone said.

“Huh?” Gideon looked to Tina.

“I didn’t say anything. No one did, as far as I know.”

“Oh.”

“Go outside.” Whoever wasn’t saying anything, said it again.

“Fifty and counting.” Brett banged on the bar top just as Gideon got up from the piano. “Come on, 2017! Hey. Where ya going, Giddy-up?” he hollered across the room.

The others had picked up the count. “Forty-five…forty-four…”

“I’ll be right back,” Gideon yelled back. “Maybe.”

“Who’s gonna play Auld Lang Syne?” Stefan asked, standing right between Brigitte and Jacob.

Gideon raced for the door, wondering which one Stefan would kiss.

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