“It wasn’t like that.”
He shook his head. “You have superhuman willpower, my friend.”
I snorted. “The sanctity of our friendship forbids me from saying anything else.”
Travis rolled his eyes. I pulled into a parking garage near Times Square and steeled myself to hand my keys and life savings over to the attendant. Travis grinned.
“What?”
“That sweater.”
I hooked my arm through his. “Why don’t you escort me and my sweater to the theater, stud muffin?”
“It would be my honor.”
WE BOTH had work in the morning, so I dropped Travis at his home after the show. I had the whole drive back to Manhattan to think about Russell’s offer. And I had my place to myself when I took the coward’s way out and texted Russell that I wasn’t going to do the song. My plan was to text him and go to bed. Of course my phone rang three seconds later.
“You aren’t going to talk me into it, so don’t try.”
“I didn’t really expect you to say yes. I just wanted you to consider it,” Russell said. “And I know you, so I know you did.”
“So why the quick call?”
“Is Travis there?”
“No. Why? Do you want to talk to him or about him?”
Russell laughed. “I wanted to talk to you. Paeder said you guys were pretty serious, and I wanted to make sure it’s all good with you. It’s been a long time since you were in a healthy relationship.”
“I know.” I bit back the urge to be sarcastic. Russell was just looking out for me, like he used to. “I get what you’re doing. I appreciate it, but you don’t have to worry. We’re taking it slow.”
“Did you give him a drawer yet?”
I glanced at my dresser and the drawer I intended to give over. “Why does everyone think the drawer is such a big deal?”
“Oh my God! You did!” He burst out laughing. “Did you have to move your clothes out of it?”
“The drawer is currently a hypothetical, but yes, there will soon be an actual drawer, and yes, I will have to move stuff.”
“You are so predictable.”
“How is that predictable?”
“Kio, I can hear your cheeks getting red. So, he’s a good guy? He’s going to support you?”
“I can support myself.”
“I didn’t mean financially.”
“Oh. Yeah, Russ, he supports me.”
“Good.”
“And I like his parents, and he gets along with the cat.” I petted Melvin as I talked about him.
“Wow, he’s a keeper!”
“I told you. How are you? Are you seeing anyone?”
“LA is a buffet, my friend.”
“Uh-huh.”
“At which I am on an endless see-food diet. Always looking, never sampling.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s mostly by choice. I haven’t felt like dating for a while, and my right hand is my—”
“Stop! Don’t wanna know.” Melvin jumped out of my arms.
He laughed. “Fair enough. Hey, don’t be a stranger, all right? I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
“Well, I know it’s late there, so I’ll let you go. It was good to hear your voice.”
“Yours too. Bye, Russell.”
“See ya, Kio.”
My text alert chime sounded almost immediately. I assumed it was Russell, but I smiled when I saw it was Travis.
Travis: I just wanted to check that you’re not upset with me about earlier. I wasn’t trying to push you into something you don’t want to do.
Me: No, we’re good. I know you were trying to look out for me.
Travis: But you can look out for yourself. :) Okay, good, just making sure before I go to bed.
Me: Aw. You didn’t want us to go to sleep angry?
Travis: That and I’m planning to j/o thinking about you, and I didn’t want to do it imagining your angry face… unless it’s your sexy angry face.
Me: Oh my God.
Travis: :)
Me: I don’t have a sexy angry face.
Travis: Sure you don’t. Night, hottie.
Me: Night, stud.
Going to sleep thinking about Travis was a pretty good idea. I looked at Melvin, who was stretched on the bed like a lazy swimsuit model. I’d lost my inhibitions about wanking in front of him ages ago, but Melvin still seemed to go out of his way to make it as uncomfortable as possible. He stared for starters, and if I tried to hide what I was doing under the sheets, he turned it into a game of Attack the Hand, which was fun for him and less so for me, because sometimes he missed my hand and caught my danglies.
“I think you can sleep in another room tonight.”
He licked his paw and brushed his head. I scooped him up and shut him out. When the door closed, he yelped and started scratching the wood. I undressed, lay down, closed my eyes, and thought of Travis. His face, his hands, his body. Touching him. Him touching me. Him thinking about me right now and doing what I was doing.
Scratch, scratch. Meee-roowwwrrrr.
Super sexy.
Travis’s left nipple that was slightly uneven with the right.
Rowwwwwrrrrrrr.
His smooth hands, the way he could touch me so lightly I didn’t feel it until after the fact. The way he—
Claws tearing into wood. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.
“Oh my God, fine!” I leapt out of bed, and my cock led the way to the door. I flung it open. Melvin brushed my ankle as he walked in, and then he reclaimed his spot on the bed. I grabbed some tissues and gave a haphazard finish to my no-longer-pleasurable task. “I hate you right now.”
Melvin lifted his leg and started licking his balls.
“Really hate you.” I tossed the tissues in the trash and got into bed again. He came over, snuggled up to my head, and licked my cheek. I pushed him away, so he settled on the pillow next to my head—Travis’s pillow. I grumbled but hugged him anyway. I’d learned that I could hate a cat and love him at the same time. The purring was soothing, at least. “If you cockblock me when Travis’s here, it’s back to the streets.”
He licked my eyebrows. I took that as a sign that he understood and didn’t give a shit.
“YOU’RE THINKING very hard right now,” I said.
“I’m just thinking about us.” Travis had come over for dinner with his usual duffel bag, but this time it was packed almost full. I had high hopes for what that meant.
“Good things?”
Travis smiled. “The best things. For a long time to come.”
I smiled too. “I hope you’re thinking about crashing my classes so you can set the girls’ hearts aflutter when you kiss me in front of them. So that way I can tell them that’s what I mean by passion when I’m coaching them to feel.”
“I am now.” He reached across the dinner table, careful not to bump the candle. I stretched forward and took his hand.
“I like holding your hand,” he said. “I think it might be my favorite thing we do in public.”
“Then we should do it more. I like being here with you. I like being anywhere with you. I’m glad we met the way we did. I think I learned more about you in that first minute when you came in with that declaration than I have anyone else.”
“Same.” He shrugged and laughed when I looked like I expected more. “I mean, you’re why I came back. I didn’t want you to think I was the kind of guy who I initially came over to be.”
“I knew you weren’t. I mean, I could tell.” I looked down, then up again and met his eyes. “I’m thankful for you. Whatever happens with us, I want you to know that.”
“Keelin, whether we’re rescuing teenagers or chasing the cat off the bed, I’m all in.”
“Travis?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go unpack your bag. There’s a drawer in my room ready for you.”
“But it doesn’t mean anything, right?” He added a slight t
ease to his voice, even though I knew he wasn’t teasing. The bag, the drawer, his things here, they meant something. I was ready for it. I needed him to be.
“Yeah, no, you know what? I was wrong. Everyone else is right. It means. Yeah.” How many years singing love songs and that’s what I stutter out? No wonder I spent so long single.
Evidently he got my meaning, because he walked over to me, tugged my lower lip from between my teeth with his finger, and kissed me. One day I would ask him to marry me. Maybe sooner, maybe later. But in that moment, all I wanted was to spend the rest of my mornings, noons, and nights with him. From the way he looked at me when he pulled away, I knew he felt the same. There was only one thing to say.
“So, fancy a trip to Ireland to meet my parents, nine siblings, and five hundred nieces and nephews?”
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This Is Our Love Song
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