by Damon Suede
“I, uh….” Andy’s brow creased. “Of course, man. You don’t ever have to ask.”
Ruben went to his old room—the guest room—and peeled out of the musty clothes, revealing his gritty and bruised body to the mirror. He didn’t need to go to the hospital, but the bruises on his ribcage looked like an Everglades sunset. He’d pay for that tomorrow.
He could only handle lukewarm water, but seeing the grime and blood swirl down the drain felt right. Whatever came next, at least he felt clean. Afterward, he pulled on jeans and didn’t bother with a shirt. Too hot, too sore.
When he emerged, he didn’t find Andy in the office or the kitchen or the living room, till he looked through the double-height windows. “I see you.”
Andy sat on the terrace with his feet propped up on the ledge, handsome and tired under the July sky.
Ruben tugged open the door and, sure enough, found Andy relaxed, no shark left in him now.
Andy stood. “Well, hey.” Tired blink.
“How’s tricks?” Ruben nosed into the nape of his neck. “You’re gonna get a sunburn.”
“Before you say anything.” Andy looked down at the street below and back. “I wanna say something.”
“That can’t be good.”
“I’d like for you to stay here.”
“Tonight?”
“For a start. For more. For good.”
“Nah. I think you probably need some space for a while.” Ruben shook his head. “And, uh, I think I’ve gotta get my ass to a meeting. Work my Steps right.” Moral inventory. He’d need a sponsor.
“I want to be part of that. If you’ll let me.”
“I lied. All this. I lied to myself. My bullshit Fourth Step. Peach. I don’t even know where to start.”
“You take a step. We’ll figure it out.”
“I’m not… that’s not how it works.” Ruben sighed. “I’m not s’posedta even date for the first year in the program.”
“But—” Andy looked back again. “But people get sober without leaving their families. I mean, AA doesn’t make you break up.”
“Of course not. I never should’ve let any of this happen. We shouldn’t.”
“Well, maybe not. Maybe that’s so. But this isn’t theoretical anymore, Rube. We’re not just dating, are we?”
“I guess not.”
“I mean, are we? You live here. I love you. I want you to get clean and be happy.” Deep breath. “With me.”
“You don’t know that.” Ruben didn’t feel like he could control where this was headed.
“I do know. I’m being serious now. I know what your Steps are; I did my due diligence. And I say we’re together. Do you agree?” The son of a bitch was negotiating their relationship.
Ruben fought the smile.
“And if you need me to move things or do things to take away temptation—”
Ruben filled his lungs with hot, wet oxygen, drowning in midair. “No, Andy. Look. Nobody gets sober living in luxe with a cool job and supermodels fucking you stupid. Seriously. I gotta do it in a bar, surrounded by friends who put the poison in your hands and beg you to kill yourself. I gotta put my foot down wherever I am. I gotta stand up because I refuse to lie down and die.” Peach would’ve kicked his ass for talking like that. A lot of drunks used sobriety to wag their fingers at the world. Just another kind of control. Another way to sidestep your shitty life. One more excuse to be an inauthentic asshole. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? You’re right.”
“Maybe I am, but if so it’s accidental.” Ruben moved to stand in front of him. “I’m a dry drunk trying to get sober. That’s my shit. Has nothing to do with you. The life I wrecked is the one I was given. I got no right to lecture anybody. That’s the point. Alcohol isn’t an excuse. I’ve got no excuse for anything. No one does.”
“You never lecture—”
Ruben held up a hand. “What I’m saying is, nothing is free. Not one thing. We get the life we pay for.”
Andy shook his head.
“I don’t mean money or accidents. I mean by standing up. Working hard. Taking lumps. Telling the truth.” Ruben sniffed. “Serious.”
“Put your foot down.”
Ruben smiled and squeezed his hand. “Exactly. One step and then another. Peach used to say—” He smiled at the memory. Menthol smoke curling in his mind. “Sobriety isn’t an excuse for being a dick.”
Andy stood, watching him warily.
“I used to believe that money fixed shit. Wrong. I figured growing up with all this, having toys”—Ruben waved at the penthouse—“made things easier.”
“Yeah, no.”
“Well, I get that now. Duh. For all my price tag bullshit, I never thought about what it cost. Cost you, I mean. Changed you.”
“Ruben, it’s different now. I’m different.”
“Nah. We’re all exactly the same. We never change, really, down at the bone. We shed our skin, but we’re still snakes underneath, all of us, always.”
“Goddammit! Will you stop?” Andy pushed a hand into his hair and scratched his scalp roughly.
Ruben sighed, grabbing his nerve before it slithered back into hiding.
“I feel like you’re about to say something horrible.”
“I am.” Ruben laughed and fell silent.
To his credit, Andy let him take the time he needed to look at the sky, to take that breath, to count his heartbeats and take one final step off this glass cliff to face the hard ground rushing at him.
“I love you, Andrew Bauer.” Finally Ruben looked up.
Andy’s jaw clenched. His blue-gray eyes looked enormous.
Ruben smiled, weak with relief. “Which has to be the weirdest, craziest, dumbest, smartest thing I ever did. I love you in a way that makes hard work easier. Makes bad choices clear. Makes me safe from myself. And that shit’s not easy. It’s sharp, like a serrated knife, and it hurts. You cut away everything that isn’t me. But I’m not saying that to guilt you into anything or make a scene. I’m saying it because it’s the truth and you deserve to hear it from me. Okay? I’m being serious.”
Andy nodded, not a smile back exactly, but the dimple did its thing. “You oughtta punch me and beat tracks. Run for the hills. I’d say you’re an idiot to care about me at all.”
Ruben frowned. “Why?”
“I’m not what you think I am, Rube.”
“Likewise, jerk. Who is? That’s part of the deal, I think. Two people get so tangled up there’s no pulling them apart.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Well, luckily I get to decide. It’s my hurt. My heart. And I don’t want it to stop.”
Andy smiled. “Well, me either.”
“You know what I mean.” Ruben swallowed. “Loving you.”
“Oh.”
Silence.
Andy reached and laced their fingers. Cream and coffee.
Sun licked their limbs and, for the first time, they were touching in the light.
Ruben squinted at the sky, suddenly conscious of the street sounds and the breeze playing across his skin. “The whole world can see.”
“Good.” Andy sighed with undisguised contentment. “They should.”
The penthouse floated above all the surrounding buildings. Ruben remembered Daria’s relatives sitting in their windows and understood why architects called these buildings high-rises. He and Andy had climbed a mountain. Safe. Unless reporters swooped by in a helicopter, and if they did, who cared?
Not me.
Andy started to say something, but Ruben caught his eye and barely shook his head, asking for a chance to stand there together in the sun outside the glass walls.
He smiled up at the sky.
Andy squeezed his fingers. “Next step?”
“Steps, huh?” Nod. He missed Peach just then. “I think I’ve got more than a couple. It’s gonna take a while to put my foot down.”
Andy asked, “What about a job?”
Ruben looked at the penthouse a
round them. “Uh, I think you’re okay on finances.”
“I might get bored. Idle hands. Who knows what I might get up to in your absence?” Andy raised his hands, tickle-ready.
Ruben laughed and swatted at Andy’s jabbing fingers. “Well, I mean to keep you out of trouble. You’re good with accounts. My brother might need a bookkeeper.”
“That’s not half-bad.” Andy laughed and then stopped. “Nine-to-five actually sounds fun.”
“Only because you’ve never done it. And I need to find an apartment.”
Andy didn’t break. “I gotta place. Maybe you can crash.”
“And burn.” Hand on Andy’s arm. Ruben squeezed and pulled. Face-to-face in the hot light.
Big grin. “Sounds great to me.” He leaned forward, but let Ruben erase the space between their mouths. The kiss was solid and simple, with a puzzle-piece calm that made the world stop spinning.
Ruben broke first to whisper, “S’pose I’m gonna have to keep an eye on you, pintón.”
“One eye.” Andy grinned. “That all?”
“Hardly.” Ruben knocked him back against the wall of glass, and raw pleasure skittered over Andy’s face.
Andy spoke with undisguised contentment. “Help. Stop. Don’t.”
The sun touched their skin gently. Ruben took a deep breath and exhaled in happy relief.
“That was some sigh, sir. What seems to be the problem?”
“Gonna sound paranoid, Bauer, but I’m pretty sure I’m in terrible danger.” The smile stretched Ruben’s face.
Andy grinned back and leaned forward with lazy confidence. “Why?”
“Just a feeling.” Ruben tapped his heart.
“Good.” Andy stepped in, trapping his hand there. “I’ll protect you.”
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Bad Idea: Some mistakes are worth making.
Reclusive comic book artist Trip Spector spends his life doodling supersquare, straitlaced superheroes, hiding from his fans, and crushing on his unattainable boss until he meets the dork of his dreams. Silas Goolsby is a rowdy FX makeup creator with a loveless love life and a secret streak of geek who yearns for unlikely rescues and a truly creative partnership.
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Consorting with a mortal is a bad idea, but Scratch can’t resist the man who knows how to open the portal that will free him and his kind. After centuries of possessing mortals, he finds himself longing to surrender.
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DAMON SUEDE grew up out-n-proud deep in the anus of right-wing America, and escaped as soon as it was legal. Having lived all over, he’s earned his crust as a model, a messenger, a promoter, a programmer, a sculptor, a singer, a stripper, a bookkeeper, a bartender, a techie, a teacher, a director… but writing has ever been his bread and butter. He has been happily partnered for over a decade with the most loving, handsome, shrewd, hilarious, noble man to walk this planet.
Damon is a proud member of the Romance Writers of America and currently the president of its LGBT romance chapter, the Rainbow Romance Writers. Though new to gay romance fiction, Damon has been writing for print, stage, and screen for two decades, which is both more and less glamorous than you might imagine. He’s won some awards, but counts his blessings more often: his amazing friends, his demented family, his beautiful husband, his loyal fans, and his silly, stern, seductive Muse who keeps whispering in his ear, year after year.
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By Damon Suede
Bad Idea
Horn Gate
Hot Head
Pent Up
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Pent Up
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2015950525
First Edition November 2015
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Table of Contents
Blurb
Dedication
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
