Flux by Olivette Devaux

Author:Olivette Devaux
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance, adventure, romance, suspense, glass factory, blue collar, economic difference, hurt comfort, friends to lovers, HEA, Pittsburgh, mystery
Publisher: Mugen Press
Published: 2017-05-12T00:00:00+00:00

HE DREAMT THAT SOMEONE was shaking is shoulder just as he’d been trying to balance over a log that spanned a thirty-foot chasm. A mountain creek rushed over the boulders beneath him. He was at the “break your bones and hope to live” height, and didn’t they see that? Couldn’t they leave him alone?

“Eli, wake up.” Another shake, gentler this time. “Dinner’s ready.”

He didn’t slip and fall like he had hundreds of times before. The rushing water beneath him was a tattered memory and the hard rocks just a mirage under the merciless strength of their flow. He was stable. There was no danger of falling.

“Eli. Baby. Dinner.”

It was the ‘baby’ that did it. Eli prised his eyes open and shuddered, as though he were trying to shake the vestiges of his past off his shoulders.

“You cold? I can bring you a hoodie.” Bo was kneeling by the sofa, looking at him with an assessing glance, as though he expected him to fall into pieces.

“Fine.” It was just a dream. “I’m fine.” Eli didn’t manage to suppress the shiver, and Bo touched his forehead with his warm fingers. “I’ll go get you that hoodie. You need to use the bathroom?”

Eli nodded. “Crutches.”

Bo bit back a grin, and it seemed he bit back words as well, but he reached for the crutches and helped Eli off the sofa. “I moved the coffee table under the TV so you have room,” he said instead. “Will you need help?”

“No,” Eli said automatically. What did Bo hope to do for him, hold his dick? Yet the question wasn’t in vain. The small powder room was barely big enough to turn around in even without crutches. With them, he’d probably flail around, break things, or fall. Eli compromised by not shutting the door. He leaned the crutches against the walls and thanked his dance training for the balance required to piss while standing on one foot.

The whole business took so long, Bo had the table set and dinner covered with lids by the time Eli made it out with his pants zippered and his hands washed. He made his way to the dining room.

“I put a pillow on your chair, and your chair is the one closest to you,” Bo said from the kitchen. “You want water, soda, or Gatorade?”

“Just water, thanks.” Eli eyed the chair. Sitting down took him only two minutes, which must’ve been some kind of a record.

Bo emerged from the kitchen and set a glass of ice water in front of him. “I’m having beer. You mind?”

“No.” Eli shook his head. “Water’s the best thing, really. Soda’s a special treat. So’s Gatorade.”

“Huh?” Bo raised his eyebrows in question as he loaded their plates with spaghetti, sauce, and meatballs. “How come?”

“The sugar really adds up. I haven’t danced in years, but I still eat like I do. You know, to keep fit.” Eli scanned the table. Nope, not a shred of green lingered in sight. A salad would be nice with the pasta.

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