No Distance Left to Run by Aleksandr Voinov & L. A. Witt

Author:Aleksandr Voinov & L. A. Witt [Voinov, Aleksandr & Witt, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adult, erotic, gay, m/m, romance
ISBN: 9781619222144
Google: Va6NAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00HSOHSQU
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Published: 2014-05-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Remember what I said about Julien feeling like a part of my apartment and my life after something like forty-eight hours? Well, that. The next day, we did domestic things. I “forgot” to charge my phone and then left it on the charger when we headed out fairly early, nursing a number of aches and muscle twinges from last night.

We had breakfast in a café, sharing grins and winks and likely touching enough to broadcast extremely loudly that we were fucking or at least best friends. Both, actually. I was to the point where I’d accepted that. No point denying I was attracted like mad, and the friendship—yeah, that had just somehow picked up where we’d left it and then been fed into the Large Hadron (hard-on?) Collider, and I was seeing stars. This was just fifteen levels above and beyond what I’d thought we might reach.

Maybe the sole difference was that there was nobody keeping an eye on us, he wasn’t dating a girl he’d marry eventually, and we were both disgraced, but at least we were free and we had each other. And while that might still change, right now it seemed like the best thing I’d ever had. I had my best friend back plus some of the hottest sex in my life.

We endured Safeway to get at least a few emergency supplies in—Julien displaying a worrying interest in protein and cereal bars, though considering that “the supply situation had at times been sketchy” where he’d been fighting, I guess I couldn’t blame him. We also got some milk and cereals and things like that, then brought our haul back to the apartment and shelved it all. Apart from the protein bars, half of which vanished into Julien’s backpack.

We then had a late lunch, and this time I managed to actually eat my Pho without getting any nasty calls. After that, we turned in for an afternoon nap, which didn’t involve any sleep, and instead the mellowest, hottest sixty-nine sex I’d had in my life.

Afterwards, Julien grinned and told me he’d preferred that because with my mouth full, at least I couldn’t ask any weird questions.

I figured that was fair enough.

And then the time came for me to head back to work, sore and sated and stupidly, blissfully happy. We couldn’t say that everything in our world—and especially his world—was perfect and glorious right now, but if we could ignore all that shit and just enjoy this for a little while, then I couldn’t complain.

“Someone’s in a good mood tonight.” Kieran grinned. “Things a little better all of a sudden?”

I shrugged as I wiped down the bar. It wasn’t a terribly busy night, and we’d hit a lull between clusters of customers. “Some things are, yes.”

“Uh-huh.” He chuckled. “I know that look. Usually happens the day after you’ve taken your work home with you.” He nodded toward the dance floor and its moderate crowd of hot, horny men.

“Something like that.” My cheeks were on fire. Even in the dim light, he had to have seen them change color.

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