In His Corner by Christa Tomlinson

Author:Christa Tomlinson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance, african american romance, m/m romance, gay contemporary, multicultural romance, professional wrestling
Publisher: Christa Tomlinson
Published: 2018-04-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Brandon ended up wandering by himself for only a few minutes before he returned to Tré’s side. Sitting next to his boyfriend, Tré rubbing Brandon’s leg and leaning over to give him reassurance every so often, was better than sulking alone in a corner. They stayed together the whole night, only separating for Tré to have his match.

After Tré showered and changed, they left the arena, Brandon’s hood up to hide from the fans as he waited in the shadows for Tré to drive around and pick him up. Laughing with Tré over their cloak-and-dagger maneuvering brightened his mood during the drive to the next town.

Once they made it to their hotel room, Tré pulled Brandon onto the bed with him. He sat up against the headboard and guided Brandon to sit between his legs and rest against his chest. “We’ll figure this out,” he said reassuringly.

Brandon snorted. “There’s nothing to figure out. Either I lose time and money fighting GWS on this, I sit out from FPW for a year and go wrestle for non-televised companies. Or—”

Tré squeezed him in a hug. “That’s not an option.”

Brandon smiled at Tré’s insistence that he stay with him. At least that was one good thing that had come from all this drama. “You didn’t let me finish. Or...I can just pay the damn buyout.”

“Let’s hold on before you send them a year’s salary.”

“That really is the best option and you know it.”

Tré didn’t say anything to that. He just held him tight, pressing a comforting kiss to the nape of his neck. Brandon relaxed into the embrace, letting it soothe some of his frustrated tension away.

“Brandon...”

“No.”

“No? You don’t even know what I’m about to say.”

“Yes, I do.” Brandon looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend. “You were about to offer to help me pay the buyout.”

“Okay, so you did know. But what’s wrong with my offer?”

“I got myself into the mess by leaving FPW instead of manning up and talking to you. It’s not right you should have to pay my idiot tax.”

Tré frowned. “I thought I made it clear that I was just as much in the wrong for not speaking up too. Regardless, you’re not an id—”

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting him.

“See? The cosmos won’t let you finish that sentence. That’s how much of an idiot I am for screwing things up.” Brandon slid from between Tré’s legs and rose to answer the door. When he opened it, Devin strolled in without waiting to be invited.

“You guys weren’t about to bone, were you?”

“Uh... No.” Brandon frowned in confusion as he looked at his friend.

“Good.” Devin went over to flop down on the unoccupied bed and pulled his phone from his pocket. “What’s your PayPal?”

Brandon stood there, holding the door open, wondering why Devin was there and what he wanted. “What?”

Before Devin could repeat himself, Slade walked in.

“He said what’s your PayPal? Damn, B. Listen. I was in the hall and I heard him.” Slade had his phone out too.

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