He Loves Me for My Brainsss by Elizabeth Brook

Author:Elizabeth Brook
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Gay Anthology
Published: 2012-12-31T07:00:00+00:00

Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse... by V. L. Locey

Generally, I love our local Do-It-Yourself Depot store. Honestly, if I were given a choice between my partner, Gordon, or the DIYD, I would be hard pressed to choose at times. Don't get me wrong, I adore Gordon, truly I do, (What is there not to love? He's tall, dark, handsome, witty, smart, and a tornado in bed) but there are literally fifty shades of gray to choose from for the shutter painting job I want to complete, with nary a nipple clamp to be found. The nipple clamps, I wagered, were in aisle ten with the woodworking products. This tranquil Saturday morning though, would forever shatter my love affair with DIYD, sadly.

It all began with some random news announcement on the TV when Gordon and I were getting ready to do some weekend shopping. A news announcement that both of us should have paid more attention to, as it turned out. It was a lovely mid-May morning when I woke up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Gordon is the sluggish one in the morning. I'm the one who rolls out, smiles at the chickadees on the windowpane, and gets the day moving with perky comments and gentle nudges. I rolled over and poked him playfully in the ribs.

"Nudge me one more time in the ribs, Paul, and I will rip out your throat," Gordon snarled into his pillow. Perhaps sluggish isn't the correct term for the man who has been at my side for over three years? Truculent, maybe? No, that's not an angry enough word. Hostile. Yes, hostile until filled with coffee. That's Gordon Moretti in the wee hours. I decided to allow him another thirty minutes while I showered, shaved, dressed, and got the java flowing. By the time he answered my gentle summons, the coffee was ready and a pan of scrambled eggs was waiting. He arrived a few moments later with a geriatric gait. His hair was a mass of knots, his eyes puffy, and his standard gray sleeping shorts were close to slipping off him. As handsome a man as he is, it wasn't a pretty sight.

"Really, eggs again?" he grumbled as he dropped into a chair. I slapped a mug of coffee into his outstretched hand then sat down across from him. He made a noise similar to that of a hyena finding a dead gazelle on the plains before his first sip. "Good brew," he muttered into his mug.

"You're decidedly ugly this morning," I commented and filled a plate with fluffy eggs for him. He peeked through his bangs and made another carnivore warning sound. "I told you not to drink so much wine last night. We have a list of things to..."

"Paul, no more talk until coffee gone, yes?"

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. We ate and drank coffee in silence until I couldn't take the quiet anymore and turned on the thirteen-inch TV on the kitchen counter. I found the local news. Gordon raised a lip at the volume and I muted the television.

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