No Such Thing by Arthur A.M

Author:Arthur, A.M. [Arthur, A.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2014-02-17T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Jaime changed his outfit four times before settling on a pair of slightly too tight black jeans and an azure blue Henley over a white sleeveless undershirt. He didn’t own any “going out” clothes, so he’d settled on clothes he would be comfortable in for a few hours.

A few hours in a bar with Alessandro, watching other men flirt and dance and eye fuck each other. He’d been horny all afternoon just thinking about it. After dinner with Shannon, he’d locked himself into the bathroom for a shower and rubbed one out. He had to take the edge off, or he’d have been popping wood all damned night.

“You take your meds?” Shannon asked as he trotted down the stairs. She was in the living room reading, watching him over the spine of the book. In fact, she’d been hovering all day, ever since they found the painted window.

“Yes, I took them,” he replied. “And I have them with me.” He’d put his morning’s doses in a small, travel-sized pillbox and stuffed into his back pocket, along with his wallet. He didn’t know the entire night’s plans, or if he’d end up at home before dawn, and he needed to take his antirejection pills on time.

“He knows you can’t drink, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, he knows I can’t drink.” Jaime hadn’t had a drop of alcohol his entire life because of his heart issues. After the transplant, he’d been repeatedly warned against it. Cyclosporine already came with the possible side effects of liver and kidney damage, and alcohol was also bad for his heart’s health. Jaime would never put his life at risk for a few hours of drunken fun.

Besides, he’d be with Alessandro, so fun was pretty much a guarantee.

“I’ll be fine, sis.” He perched on the arm of the couch. “Hell, I might even have a little fun.”

She made a noise and slammed her book shut. “You know I want you to have fun, Bug. Lord knows you deserve a tractor trailer load of fun, and then some.”

“But?”

“No buts. Not really a but. I guess I’m not used to thinking of you as a grown man who can take care of himself, but you are. So go have lots and lots of safe fun.”

“I intend to.”

“Good.”

Headlights flashed in the front windows as Alessandro’s car pulled into the driveway. Jaime grabbed his coat and practically flung himself out the door with a shouted goodbye to his sister. Alessandro climbed out of the car and wrapped him into an unexpected hug. A full-body, tight-armed, chin-on-shoulder kind of hug that Jaime melted right into. He inhaled the spicy scent of Alessandro’s aftershave, the leather of his jacket and the faint mint smell of toothpaste.

He held on, giving into the hug, enjoying the embrace and not caring if any of the neighbors saw. Alessandro pulled back first, but only far enough to recapture him in a kiss. He drank in the flavor of Alessandro—his toothpaste, and beyond it, the headier taste of Alessandro himself.

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