Mobry's Dick by K.Z. Snow

Author:K.Z. Snow [Snow, K.Z.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Mobry’s Dick

83

Cam dropped his face to his hands. The offer was insane. But he couldn't bring

himself to retract the invitation. He lifted his head. “It isn't like I'm proposing to

you. You're in a jam. So maybe I've got a Good Samaritan complex. Maybe I'm

bored. Maybe I'm fascinated by the shit you know and I'd like to learn more about

Alain Mobry and automatons and magic.”

“Or maybe you just like me.” Paul managed another smile, lopsided but

charming as hell.

Cam huffed and wagged his head. “Yeah, maybe. And I know I can easily take

you down if you try anything. Somebody as messed up as you are doesn't pose much

of a threat.”

Paul's smiled widened. He flinched and touched his bandaged cheek.

Cam was tempted to kiss it, but he didn't want to get too soft too fast. “Well, do

you want to or not? I can't spend all day arguing about it.”

“Yes, I want to. I'd love to. Shit, Cameron, I don't know what to say.

That's…incredibly kind of you.”

Cam shrugged and then voiced what he was trying to think. “At least it'll give

me something to do.”

“So you'll be Joe Buck, and I'll be Ratso Rizzo.”

Surprised at the reference, Cam lifted his eyebrows. “Midnight Cowboy. I love

that movie.”

“So do I.” Paul extended an arm to the edge of the mattress. “Hey, that's like

the third thing we have in common, after knowing American history and being

queer. You are resigned to being queer, aren't you? Sure seemed that way in the

shower.”

Cam sputtered into weak laughter. Without realizing it, he'd touched his

fingertips to the back of Paul's hand.

That, too, felt right, as if he'd just found something to see and believe in

behind the mask of the moment.

So maybe he was being rash, driven by wishful thinking as much as Edgar

Jonns. He didn't know if it was Paul's charisma to which he was reacting, or the

strange, spellbinding tale of Alain Mobry and his world of multifaceted illusion, or a

fragment of underdone potato sitting undigested in his stomach. He only knew he

saw something in Paul, something worth claiming…or reclaiming. It was a start.

“I'm glad you came,” Paul said. “I hated leaving last night while you were

thinking what you were thinking.”

Cam merely nodded. He wasn't sure if he was glad or not. The outcome of any

risk was never immediately apparent. But he did feel he'd arrived at a place he

needed to be, at least for the time being.

So this was where he'd finally landed: a harbor of uneasy comfort. Behind him,

confused seas. Before him, a craggy shore. But maybe, if he let himself be dashed

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