ENCOUNTER
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Encounter ghosts, rock stars & ruthless businessmen...
Variety is the spice of life-
here's a collection of short stories to heat up your day
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Encounter: A nervous wannabe actor slips away to steal a smoke at an audition
and finds more relaxation than he expected.
Finding Justice: When Justice figures out his boyfriend considers him nothing
more than a piece of ass on the side, he takes matters into his own
hands.
Nick: Insecure nurse Nick discovers something about his rock star boyfriend he
just can't forgive.
EXCERPT
What are you doing back here?" The slightly
breathy, barely audible voice brushed like a caress along Trevor's tense
nerves. A slight breeze blew Trevor's hair into his eyes as the stranger
stepped from the shadows.
'Back here' was a dark secluded little alcove behind
the wings of the drafty theater that Trevor had considered a safe place to
steal a smoke and calm his nerves. Apparently it wasn't as unused as it
appeared. He dropped the butt of his cigarette to the battered linoleum floor
and ground it out with the heel of his boot. Smoking hadn't helped his nerves.
Usually it did. His therapist claimed it was part of an oral fixation, related
somehow to childhood neglect. Trevor found that difficult to believe, but then
the therapist had yet to meet his over indulgent, too involved mother. He spent
half his childhood in prayer for a little benign neglect.
He refused to stand up straight and act embarrassed
though. He'd just stay right where he was, leaning comfortably against the
dingy wall, looking casual, he hoped. Nausea still cramped his belly at the
prospect of actually auditioning for a singing part in the Halloween musical.
He waited a moment for a lecture on smoking in a public building. Nothing. Just
patient silence.
Trevor narrowed his eyes and turned his head to flick
a contemptuous gaze over the intruder. He raised his pierced brow in smooth
interrogation. He'd spent hours practicing the technique in front of his
bedroom mirror last year. Useful, suave and attractive, he hoped. The newcomer
wasn't someone he'd ever met before, therefore probably not someone who
belonged backstage either. He knew most of the people involved in the community
theater one way or another. He'd spent the last seven years working on the sets
and doing walk-on parts, after all. That changed this year.
He shifted slightly, rocking in place. The intruder
was a very attractive someone, with a lithe muscular body poured into black
skinny jeans and a tight black long sleeve tee. Pale, lovely classic features,
deep dark eyes a guy could get lost in. If this kid could sing, Trevor faced
stiff competition for the role he wanted. "Hi. I'm Trevor Adams." He
licked his suddenly dry lips lightly. Another drafty little breeze stirred the
hairs along his collarbone and he shivered a bit.
The dark eyes lit with a glitter of interest. The boy
glided forward, strangely graceful, plump ruby lips stretched in a flirty
smile. "I'm Caspar Thorpe. People don't usually see me back here. It's
nice to meet you, Trevor." He extended a pale hand. Trevor wiped his own
damp palm on his jeans and reluctantly took Caspar's hand. It was soft and cool
in his grip, oddly soothing and he felt nearly as reluctant to release his grip
on the hand as he'd been to take it in the first place.
"Are you trying out for the Haunted Theater
performance?" Please don't say you
want to be Vlad. Caspar intrigued him. Trevor found him incredibly
attractive and didn't want to be put in a position of rivalry with him. The
other man's words sank in slowly. Duh. If
he's backstage and people don't usually see him, then he's not an actor, huh
genius?
"No, no." Caspar shook his head slowly,
"I'm more of a special effects guy. I do sound."
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