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Feather duster in hand, I danced around the apartment shaking my groove thang. Annie Lennox was blaring from the speakers. I shimmied across the wood floors in my socks and yelled out over the music in my game-show-host voice, “With a CD titled Diva, this is the segment of the population to which Miss Lennox was trying to cater.” I shimmied back in the opposite direction. “Who are big nelly queers, Alex?”
Sliding across the wood floors like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, I stopped in front of the mirror, lifted the feather duster up to my face, and sang along with “Walking on Broken Glass.” I thrust my hips, doing my Elvis impersonation, and laughed at myself. My parents both loved Elvis. It wound up being one of the few things they had in common. I'd taught myself to do the wild hip-thrusting dance when I was about eight or nine. Not many things could put a smile on both of their faces simultaneously, but that was one of them.
I shook my hips and shoulders while admiring my ensemble as reflected back to me from the mirror. An old pair of cutoff jeans, an homage to the summer vacations spent at the lake as a kid. They was paired with one of the white wifebeaters I'd stolen from Danny. It had a spaghetti stain from the time Danny and I had waged a food war in the kitchen. Completing the picture: a red bandanna tied around my head like a biker boy.
I thrust my hands out into the air, letting my spirit fingers fly freely as I sang along with Annie about no longer caring for sugar.
“You need to lay off the sugar, anyway,” Danny said from behind me as he kicked the front door closed.
I jumped about a mile off the floor, placing the fisted feather duster over my rapidly beating heart. Danny burst out laughing and walked over to the kitchen counter to set down the canvas grocery bags.
“I'm such a heifer, I know.” I composed myself as I meandered over to the stereo and turned down the volume. “I had a double mochaccino and, like, twelve Hershey's Kisses for breakfast.”
“Great, candy is like crack to you. Now I'm going to have to survive another Julie sugar rush.”
“Don't knock it.” I pointed the feather duster at him. “My little fixes are what keep this apartment clean.” Danny was wearing an old pair of worn jeans that snuggly wrapped around his business, and an old Dave Matthews Band T-shirt.
“You just need another outlet to pour all that pent-up energy into.”
“Macramé…decoupage?”
“No…like fucking.”
Pointing the feather duster toward his delectably denim-wrapped crotch, I asked, “Is there any decision that you don't make with that thing?”
“Which deodorant to use?” he mused, unpacking the bags. “No, wait, I'm pretty sure it was the muscular arm holding the hammer that made me choose Arm and Hammer deodorant.”
“You're hopeless… I sure hope you never suffer from erectile dysfunction. Your whole world would fall apart.”
“Hey!” He spun around with a serious expression. “That's not funny. I suppose you'd consider that some sort of cosmic justice.”
“You reap what you sow,” I said with a big cheesy grin.
“Julie, sex isn't a bad thing. As long as you have two consenting adults and everyone has a good time, who are you hurting? Besides, I've never heard any complaints.”
“How could you? You have 'em out the door before the sweat has time to dry.”
“That's not true.” Danny laughed. “God, you exaggerate.” He sighed and went back to emptying the grocery bags. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat before the reading?”
“Sure,” I said, “or we could just fix something here.”
“I don't think so.” Danny looked at me briefly before sauntering up to me and lightly rubbing his finger over the stain on my shirt. “This is what happened the last time we tried that.”
Goose bumps ran amok over my entire body as he stroked my stain. We stood looking at one another and smiling. He pulled the feather duster out of my hand and set it on the counter behind him, then he picked up the roll of paper towels and Windex, and shoved one into each of my hands. Placing his massive man-hands on my shoulders, he twirled me around, swatted me on the butt, and said, “Get back to work before I have to take you over my knee.”
I stood there for a few minutes mulling over that mental picture. Feeling my cock spring to attention, I thought, Good Christ, I do need to get laid. I nodded my head as I ogled the roll of paper towels in my hand. I decided to clean the bathroom first: kill two birds with one stone.
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I opened my eyes to see the bright Atlanta sunlight pouring in the windows. I looked over at the nightstand as my cell phone rang again. I reached over to pick it up and felt the resistance of Logan’s arm across my chest. A whimper escaped from his lips, and I smiled at him. I pressed Talk on my cell and heard, “Good morning, sunshine.”
“What time is it?” I asked.
“I don’t know, nineish,” Finn said.
I sank back into the bed. “Early, me…vacation.”
“I thought this was supposed to be a working vacation. Get your ass out of bed, pronto.”
“Too tired, go away.”
“Too tired?” she asked. “I’ve known you for how long? Never have I ever seen you not pop right out of bed in the morning. What’s going on, honey? Why are you so tired? Did you pick yourself up a little man-zy last night?”
“Bingo!”
“What!”
“I said, bingo, as in I’m not alone.”
“Wha…wha…what are you saying?”
“Well, Finn.” I looked at Logan as he smiled and popped one eye open. “I took your advice from yesterday morning; I’m not alone.”
“You’re actually in bed…naked, with another man?”
“Yep.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and held it up to Logan’s. “Say hi to Finn.”
“Hi, Finn,” Logan said, and I pulled the phone away from him just before Finn began squealing and giggling hysterically.
Both of Logan’s eyes popped open as he stared at the phone. I laughed and brought the phone back to my ear, just in time to listen to Finn, “You are such a slut!”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, slut.” Laughing. “Whore!” Laughing. “Tramp…floozy.” More laughing. “I am disgusted, simply disgusted.”
I started laughing again. “Good-bye, psycho.”
“Wait!” she said. “Don’t hang up. I’ll just call right back.”
“What?”
“How was he?” Finn asked. “Is it big?”
“I’m so hanging up now.”
“No!” she screamed as I pressed the End button, holding it down. I thought it best to turn my cell off, not taking her threat of calling right back lightly.
I settled back under the covers as Logan pulled up behind me and spooned me. “Good morning.”
“So.” Logan nibbled on my ear. “How was I, and how big would you say it is?”
“Jesus…you heard that.” I felt my face flush. “I’m sorry. Finn is really…wrong and low.”
Logan nuzzled his nose in the back of my neck. “I don’t think that was an answer to the question.”
“Incredible, and big enough, you big stud.” I felt tingles run down my spine from his warm breath on my skin.
He slid his hand down my chest and in between my legs. “Well, well, look who’s up and ready for action.”
“How about we take the action to the shower? I’m starving.”
“All in good time.” He rolled me onto my back and straddled me. “I’m not done with you here yet.”
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Davis shot Jack a disapproving look as he picked up his other two bags. He followed Jack down the hall, stopping as if by instinct at the first door. Jack’s bedroom. It used to be their bedroom, Davis thought, as a slight pang in his chest made it momentarily difficult to catch his breath. He thought about all the time the two of them had spent holed up in there, talking and laughing -- how he’d almost wound up with a concussion from banging his head into the massive, solid wood headboard over and over the first time Jack fucked him on that bed. Davis noticed Jack had disappeared down the hall and ran to catch up.
“Just how long were you planning to stay?” Jack asked, as he shifted the luggage in his hands. “You have enough luggage here for three people.”
“Well, you never know, Jack.” Davis walked into the guest room as Jack set the bags on the floor. “I’ve learned life tends to throw you a lot of curves. I like to be prepared for anything.”
“Oh, I see.” Jack winked. “The boy from the Ozarks has come to wreak havoc and turn the big city on its ear.”
You have no idea. “I like to keep my options open,” Davis said, walking in front of Jack and bending to set his bags on the floor. He looked back and caught Jack looking at his ass.
“Why do I get the feeling you have something up your sleeve?” Jack asked, squinting.
“It’s practically a see-through shirt,” Davis said, innocently, lifting his arms and folding them behind his head.
“That’s it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were flirting with me,” Jack said with a big grin.
“You would, ego man,” Davis responded. “I think it was you who was just checking out my ass. I’m just being me. Do you think you can handle that?”
Jack smiled as his face turned a little red. Busted. He moved close to Davis and reached up to grab his chin. Jack looked into Davis’s eyes as if searching for something. “Tough guy. I guess I don’t have much of a choice.”
“I guess you don’t.”
Davis took Jack’s hand and removed it from his face, but he didn’t loose the hand. He took a step closer. Kiss me, damn it, he thought, close enough to feel Jack’s breath on his face.
Jack blinked and let go of Davis’s hand. “I’m glad…to see you’re doing so well.” He took a step back and added, “I was a little worried you might be upset by all of this.”
“Please, Jack. It’s not like I’ve sat around mooning over you.” I’m lying. I have been mooning! “If you’re happy, I’m happy for you.”
“Great,” Jack said, with a half smile as he turned to walk out the door. “Dinner’s in about thirty minutes,” Jack tossed back, rounding the corner. He looked just a little uneasy in his departure.
Fuck me, Davis thought, letting out a big rush of air as he fell back onto the bed. He closed his eyes and let out a little whimper. Damn this sucks ass. He rolled his head to the side, looking at the wall -- the only thing separating him from Jack’s bedroom. This room used to be Jack’s study. Now it was a guest room. He hated that everything about Candace’s apartment had changed. It used to feel like home to him. Now he actually felt like a guest -- was a guest -- and he didn’t like it one little bit.
For holidays and summer breaks, he and Jack had always stayed with Candace in Chicago. At first, Davis did it to avoid having the big coming-out discussion with his parents. He always found some excuse for why he was unable go home: work, intersession classes, whatever. After the first visit to Chicago, though, Candace and Davis had their own love affair of sorts. She was the type of mother for whom you’d date a guy just to spend more time with her. Over the summers, the three of them did everything together. Davis always felt Candace had been relieved Jack was gay. In her mind, she felt as though she would never lose her son to another woman the way she had lost Jack’s father. Candace never spoke about Jack’s father, but Davis always felt it was a very painful part of her life.
Davis rolled over onto his stomach and closed his eyes. He let out a whimper as he pulled himself up off the bed to head back into the apartment for dinner.
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