Born To Please by GA Hauser

Author:GA Hauser [Hauser, GA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-09-21T21:08:10.318055+00:00

“No. I’m good.”

He could hear Celeste beginning to get off as well. Her voice was low and her body slumped deeper into the seat.

“I’m good,” Ashton echoed, “I’m good.”

~

“You do realize you’re booked from eight pm to one am.”

“Ask me if I care, Lion.”

“Why? I know you don’t. Quit. If you don’t want to do it, stop.”

“I don’t know what I want to do.” Colt had his bare feet up on his glass and stainless steel coffee table, a glass of wine in his hand, staring at the television which was not on. His favorite CD was playing, but the songs were getting him depressed. Love songs. How droll.

“You’re hung up on this straight guy.”

Colt didn’t answer, sipping the merlot and letting it linger on his tongue before he swallowed.

“Colt?”

“He went to the club last week and watched you through the monitor.”

“And?”

“I’m not sure if it was his thing.”

“So?”

“So? And? What are you my therapist?”

“No. I’m your friend. And I can tell something is fucking wrong.”

“Are you my friend?”

“What kind of a question is that?”

“Do we get together for dinner? Go out to a movie?”

“Have you lost your mind? I’m not your date.”

Colt finished the wine in his glass.

“Did you try to get close to him and he pulled the straight card on you?”

“No. The opposite.”

“You pulled the straight card on him?”

“Do you act stupid on purpose?” Colt put the empty glass on the table near his foot. “He tried to kiss me and I freaked.”

“Ah.”

“Ah.”

“So, Mr. Straight wants to kiss you. And?”

“And? Why do you keep asking me that? And I don’t fucking know.”

“So? Kiss him? Do you want to kiss him?”

“I want him so much I’m terrified.” Colt heard Lionel choke.

“Now you see my problem?”

“Yes. You’re so fucked.”

“So nice of you, Lion.” Colt tinged his words with sarcasm. “My good friend…”

“Do you want to get involved with a straight guy?”

“No! Maybe. I don’t know. You and I, we don’t do the couple thing.”

“Nope. Not me.”

“Well for nearly thirty years, not me either.”

“Try it. You can always break up.”

“Ew. Break up, try a relationship. Makes me sick thinking about it.”

“Then don’t see him. Man, you’re making this complicated.”

“I like him! Don’t you see what this is about?”

“Yup. I do. You don’t like him. You love him.”

“Fuck you.” Colt hung up and tossed the cordless phone on the sofa beside him. The CD song he’d been craving and dreading simultaneously played. The one he’d had in his head when he and Ashton danced. Colt rested his head on the cushions and closed his eyes. I don’t love him. I don’t love anyone. Love means pain. Love means betrayal, love means hell!

~

“Max.”

“Ashton?”

“Come get me.”

“Where are you?”

“In my car. I can’t drive.”

“Shit. Give me the address.”

Ashton did and hung up his little pay-as-you-go phone. He was alone in his car. Celeste had gone back to her street corner and Ashton was feeling the low after the high. While his head nodded from the heroin slump, he slept on and off.

The sound of tires on gravel woke him.

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