Flair by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jessica Jarman
Published: 2016-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Jarrod rode the elevator up to the eighteenth floor, briefcase in hand. Man, was he glad the day was over.

The doors opened, and he stepped out, going over to Nathan’s place first; it had been a whole day since they’d seen each other, and he was eager to arrange another dinner date.

Hopefully this one would be as successful as the first. And maybe Nathan would be more receptive to the lifestyle this time. The boy certainly had it in him, of that Jarrod was sure.

He raised his hand to knock on the door when he thought he heard something.

There was a sound, then he heard. “Oh, fuck off! You lousy bastard!”

Then a glass broke.

Shit, if someone was in there, hurting his Nathan...

Jarrod rapped at the door with his knuckles.

“No soliciting!” Was Nathan crying?

“Nate, baby. It’s Jarrod.”

He wasn’t a damn solicitor.

“Oh. I.” The door opened a crack, Nathan peering out at him. “I’m having a shit day, man. I’m sorry. Can I call you tomorrow?”

One of Nathan’s hands was wrapped in a huge mass of gauze.

“Whoa. What happened to you? Let me in, Nate. I can make it better.”

“I had an accident at a bar. Got cut. Eighteen stitches.”

“Oh man.” He took Nathan’s hand in both of his, looking at it gently. “Did the doctor give you something for the pain?”

“Yeah. I have to eat to take them and... I’m shitty company and... Well, I might have been having a screaming fit at the asshole bar owner who’s refusing to pick up the bills, even though his bartender cut me goofing off.”

Yeah, the place was a wreck—glasses and plates and bottles thrown everywhere.

“Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ll feed you, and you can take your pill and just relax, okay?” He could help Nate deal with the asshole later.

“I... You’re sure? You don’t mind? I’m a little hysterical.”

“I’ll insist if you need me to.”

“I... What? I mean. Let me get my pills and the extra gauze and stuff. I have to clean it later.” He got another, quick look. “You’re sure?”

“Nate,” he said it very firmly.

“Okay. I’ll be a second.”

“Good boy.”

Nathan stuck his tongue out at Jarrod but fetched the bags from the pharmacy.

Jarrod snorted, but tried not to say anything. Eighteen stitches? Seriously? He couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “Now how did you manage to get cut to the point where you needed eighteen stitches?”

“There was a pissed off bartender with a sharp paring knife. He was waving it around, and I put my hand up to stop him from slicing my face while he bitched.”

“He attacked you?” Jarrod wasn’t letting the man get away with that.

“No. No, he was being a dramatic asshole, pretending that the knife was a bottle, trying tricks like a smart ass.”

“That sounds dangerous as hell. And we’ll get someone to pay.” He took a breath. It wouldn’t help Nate any for him to get all upset too.

He opened his arms. “Right now you need a hug.”

“I so totally do, man.” Nathan came right to him, pushed close.

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