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you don't, any chance the two of you might have had to make good on what was a very promising beginning could
be lost.
Is that what you want?
* * * *
Thad opened his door to find Jared on his love seat, with Edith curled up beside him, as if she didn't even notice
Thad had left. Thad stared at the back of Jared's blond head, at the TV on in front of him, playing an episode of Top
Chef, at a bowl of freshly popped corn on the coffee table in front of him and a glass of Coke sitting next to it.
The scene was so homey and domestic that Thad wondered if he had stepped into the wrong apartment, if indeed he
had stepped into the wrong life. It suddenly seemed as though his life was an episode of Twilight Zone with the
premise that he had never existed at all and that a young blond man named Jared lived in his studio, owned his dog,
slept in his bed... And Jared had never heard of Thad.
But then Jared must have heard him come in because he turned and smiled at Thad. "The show's just starting. I can
pause it while you get comfy. There's enough popcorn here for two. That is, if you're not too full of all that eye-
talian crap. I just took Edith out, so you can relax."
Thad stood still at the door, not sure how he felt about Jared making himself so at home. On one hand, it was
comforting to come in after an awkward and confusing night with someone you thought you loved and find another
someone waiting for you. Jared was simple and uncomplicated. He made him laugh. He was close to his own age
and, in spite of Thad's passionate entanglement with Sam, Jared was sexy as hell. There was a kind of warmth to
having Jared here, almost as if they had been a couple who had lived together for a long time.
On the other hand, Thad wondered, as he grabbed some sweats and a flannel shirt from his dresser and headed into
the bathroom to discreetly change, if he wouldn't have just preferred to have come back and found the apartment
empty. Part of him simply wanted the time alone to be depressed, to be angry, to sulk, to lick at his wounds. That
part wanted solitary time to think about Sam, to decide if his fears weren't irrational and if he needed to rudely push
them aside so his romance with this hot man could continue onward, unabated.
Part of him wanted Edith to himself! Jared had his own dogs, anyway. And who the hell was looking after them at
the moment, anyway?
But there was little he could do right now but accept the fact that Jared had made the decision to stay, even though
Thad had assumed he would have gone back to his own place while Thad was having dinner with Sam. He
understood: his friend was probably still afraid of being alone. Who wouldn't be? And Thad knew he should have
the selfless heart to welcome his friend into his home, even if was for another night, or even a few days, so he could
calm down and let the horrific memories fade a bit before he faced time alone.
So he plopped down on the couch next to Jared and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl. Their thighs
touched. Jared aimed the remote at the TV and started Top Chef going again. "It's the Quick Fire Challenge," he
said.
"Cool." Thad leaned back into the couch, patted Edith's head, and let his own head slide onto Jared's shoulder.
Chapter 12
Thad awakened the next morning to the sound of rain drumming against his window. Even though the alarm clock
on his bedside table read a quarter after nine, it still appeared almost as dark as night outside. The wind howled. A
low hanging branch banged intermittently against his front window. The bed, pillow, and covers were a warm
cocoon.
He felt safe, secure. He was still too drowsy to think of his awkward meeting with Sam the night before and his
troubling thoughts about the man and his family. Right now, he simply felt warm, snuggled down under his
comforter, the body-heated pillows bunched beneath his head. In seconds, he knew he could drift right back into a
deep slumber.
An arm went over his shoulder, and he felt a warm body press against his back. Thad closed his eyes, guilty for not
first imagining the body pressed up against him was Sam's. It was Jared's. In addition to the warmth radiating from
Jared's body, an insistent erection also poked at the back of Thad's boxers.
Thad didn't move away. Yet he wasn't sure what he should do once he felt Jared begin to thrust against his backside.
Should he reach down and pull off his boxers, let nature take its course?
In spite of his feelings and doubts about Sam, he simply couldn't travel that road. Things were still too unsettled
between them. Thad was a one-man man, always had been. And he could tell, from Jared's even breathing just a
degree north of a snore, that he still slept and wasn't putting the moves on Thad.
So Thad grabbed his friend's hand and pulled it off of him, then turned to lie flat on his back, positioning himself so
Jared would be forced to move away. He glanced over at Jared, still asleep, blond hair askew against the pillow, the
pale brown stubble on his face, the slightly parted Cupid's bow lips that caused a nearly irresistible urge in Thad to
plant a lingering kiss on them.
Where would be the harm?
The harm would be that it would just add more confusion to the mix, and Thad was already mixed up enough as it
was. The sight of Jared turning his head toward him, licking his lips, and opening his eyes to stare at him interrupted
Thad's thoughts. Jared's eyes were the bluest he had ever seen. So different from Sam's.
Jared reached over and stroked Thad's face for a minute, smiling. "I was dreaming about you." His voice was husky
from sleep.
"I know."
"You do?"
"Never mind." Thad made himself scoot over so that Jared's hand fell away from his face. The touch was making his
own dick harden, in spite of his best intentions. And his dick had been known to pull a demonic possession routine
on him in the past and he needed to stay strong.
"Do I have morning breath?" Jared asked. He stretched and lowered the comforter so that his arms and part of his
chest emerged. Thad couldn't help but notice the downy pale brown hair that coated his friend's forearms and his
smooth, muscled chest.
So unlike Sam.
"We both do, so don't worry about it. Did you sleep okay?"
"Mmmm... Thanks for letting me crash here. Don't worry. I can probably head back today. I have things to do, dogs
to take care of...and messes, I am so sure, to clean up. I also eventually have to go to work. And I have to be by
myself sometime."
Thad was surprised by the twinge of sadness that went though him as he contemplated Jared leaving. But what else
would he do? They were just pals, right? Jared couldn't exactly stay there forever. Could he?
Why not? Forget about Sam. Maybe Edith would enjoy the company of Jared's dogs; they could be like siblings to
her.
The thought rose up almost like another voice in his head. Thad told it to hush. "You take your time. I don't mind
you being here."
Jared reached down and squeezed Thad's cock.
"I can tell." He laughed and Thad was confronted by two conflicting emotions: lust and betrayal. The former from
down below, the latter from his head. He elbowed Jared's hand away. "Behave, you!" To cut off the direction things
were heading, Thad sat up. "I need to take Edith out and then I'll make us some coffee."
"Will you bring it to me in bed? On a tray with two pieces of lightly buttered toast and a couple soft boiled eggs?"
Jared batted his eyelashes, grinning.
"Don't press your luck, buddy. In fact, since I am going to be braving the rain outside with Edith, why don't you
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