The Perfect Sub by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-050-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-03-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

LANCE FINISHED sending some shots to Nick and James, a lovely couple who had hired him to shoot their wedding, and then he started editing another shoot—stuff for an art gallery. It was neat, but he wasn’t totally sure it was art, not really. Still, getting rid of the weird shadows without affecting the colors of the artwork was a nice challenge, so he’d take it.

His phone rang while he was deep into it, and he almost ignored it because he was busy, but when he glanced over and saw Bran’s name pop up, he decided to take a break. “’Lo?”

“Hey, man. It’s me. I… I called to ask a favor.”

“Sure, what can I do for you?” Bran had been really welcoming and helpful, so if he could help out, he would.

“Can you go to the eye doctor with me?” Bran asked.

“What?” That seemed… weird.

“The eye doctor wants me to come back in, and that’s a little freaky. I just want company.”

“Oh, okay.” Company he could do. “I didn’t know eye doctors did callbacks.”

“Me either.”

Huh. “When should I pick you up, man?”

“I’m already here—at the offices downtown. You know, the ones three doors down from the gym? The glasses place is on the ground floor with the cute guy in the John Lennon frames. The ophthalmologist is on three.”

“Okay, I can be there in, uh, is fifteen minutes okay?” That would let him shut down properly, make sure he had everything saved.

“Yeah, I’ll be here.”

Lance got all his shit taken care of, then called Tide and left a message and asked whether his lover wanted to meet somewhere for supper.

It wasn’t until after the message that he realized that as he’d be down by the gym, he wasn’t going to be able to avoid going in to see the new obstacle training stuff. Dammit. He tried not to think about it as he drove to the ophthalmologist, crowing at finding a parking spot right in front of the building.

He took the elevator up, even though it was only a couple floors, and went into the doctor’s office. Bran was there, sitting in one of the chairs, knees bouncing restlessly.

“Hey!” Lance waved and headed over to take the empty seat next to Bran.

“Hey, you.” Bran grinned at him, new wire-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose.

“Look at you!”

“Yeah. I have contacts ordered so no one makes fun.”

Was that even a thing?

“Well, I think you look very distinguished.” Less like a perfect surfer boy. “Have you seen the doctor yet?”

“Nope. I’m next. Come in with me?”

Bran was scared. Like really scared. How weird.

Lance took Bran’s hand and squeezed it. “If that’s what you want—of course.” He wanted to ask what was up, but he was worried to ask too.

“Thanks, you totally rock.” Bran’s hand was sweating, trembling a little.

Lance licked his lips. “What are you expecting?” he finally asked. Maybe he could convince Bran it wasn’t going to be whatever he was afraid of. Because Bran was one of the healthiest guys he knew.

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