Wild Heart

by Kade Boehme

  “I didn’t know Germany was big on photography.” Jase shrugged. “Or Mexicans, quite frankly.”

  Ase laughed. “My tio is in the Army.” That explained how Ase’d picked out Jase’s hair style so easily. “They were here, and it was a chance to get away without a million questions from my parents before I start my residency in the fall.”

  He pulled his camera from around his neck and stuffed it into a camera bag that hung on the opposite shoulder from his messenger bag. “Would you want to go grab a beer? I know a great pub walking distance from here. I don’t know about you, but after all that riding on the bus, I could use a walk and something to eat.”

  Jase’s stomach growled at the thought of food. Other than the trail mix he’d brought with him, he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast that morning. Now it was pushing seven p.m. and he was starving.

  “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Sounds good.” What could it hurt, really?

  He followed Ase for a while until they came to what looked like a very Irish pub with a very long, very German name. But the smell of french fries was all that mattered to him.

  They took a seat at a high-top table by the front windows and Ase ordered from a scantily clad, and cute as hell, waitress. She blushed at the way Jase leered at her, batting her lashes in that flirty way girls tended to do around him. He may not think he was the best-looking guy out there, but he’d rarely wanted for company when he had the itch. But he didn’t even want to think about that right then.

  He turned his attention back to Ase, who had that disappointed look in his eye again. He managed to cover it quickly, but not before Jase’d seen it. And damn if he didn’t want to make Ase smile again.

  “So. You stalked me into submission. You’ve gotten me on your home turf.”

  Ase’s cheeks pinked as much as someone with his complexion could, more like a rouge. “Sorry. I’m not always so socially inept. I’m a bit of a geek.”

  Jase flicked his eyes down to the full sleeve tattoos on each of Ase’s arms. Ase followed his line of sight, then rubbed his arms self-consciously. “Geeks can get tattooed as well, gringo.”

  “Still calling me names? That’s a good way to make friends.”

  Ase seemed to relax at Jase’s teasing, letting out a huff of laughter. “Pardon me. I’m used to being defensive around white boys twice my size with redneck accents.”

  Jase gave his best scoff in mock offense. “I’ll have you know, I’m the nerd in my family. I only bulked up to shut up the bullies. Also known as my younger brother.”

  That earned a chuckle from Ase. “So was I right about military?”

  Just then the waitress walked up, leaning slightly on Jase’s arm. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt the urge to pull away from her. But he didn’t want Ase to see him flirting with the woman. Although she seemed to be a much more sure thing than Ase just then. And you should not even be thinking that way.

  “Danke,” Ase said, to the waitress, averting his eyes from her obvious flirting with Jase.

  “Do you speak German?” Jase asked.

  Ase wobbled his hand side to side. “Passable. I took three semesters in college. They like when you speak more than one language in the medical profession and it felt like cheating to take Spanish. That’s what my folks think I’m here studying this semester.” He pointed at his camera bag. “They think that’s a silly hobby.” Shame because Ase was good, so far as Jase could tell.

  “Good. What’s good here?” Jase asked, pointing to the menu. “Aside from the waitresses.” Jase gave Ase a playful wink. Ase responded with an aloof wave of his hand. That was more like the Ase he’d met earlier in the day. Too cool for school, a little swagger, less blushing.

  “If you wanna hit on these girls, you’ll have better luck at the bar. We can move if you’d like.” He sounded like he’d rather eat nails.

  “No,” Jase said, a little too quickly. “I’m good here.”

  With a quirk to his lips Ase said, “I’ll admit to taking you to a typical British pub. We could have gone somewhere with more German cuisine, but I was dying for good Fish and Chips after you started the whole ‘taking the piss’ thing.” Ase waved the waitress back over to order. He ordered in German without pausing, so Jase assumed he spoke Deutsch better than just passably. He turned to Jase. “You want the same? Or a burger?”

  “I’ll have what you’re having, since you say it’s so good.”

  Within minutes their food was out and they were on their third pints. Jase was feeling warm and fuzzy-headed. Ase got a little less “cool-cat” and a little more ebullient, hands becoming animated and smile wider as the alcohol had its effect on him.

  They spoke about similar courses they’d taken in college. They shared stories of their very different homes and lives. Jase was raised Baptist, Ase Catholic—and much more strictly religiously than Jase. Ase was from a large city in California, Jase was from a mid-sized college town in Texas, but lived on a ranch far outside that town. In school Jase had played football, Ase had been in drama club. Jase went into the military to see the world, Ase went straight to college with an eye on medical school. Jase learned that Ase was only a year older than him, and still had an obsession with Pokémon, which happened to be one of Jase’s childhood obsessions he still held onto.

  Fuck if Jase didn’t want to kiss Ase right there. His goofy smile and his beautiful, flushed face, his fit body, his fun personality all combined to make him a guy Jase could get lost in. If Jase did that sort of thing. Alas, they were from different worlds. Jase would have to return to active duty at the end of the weekend, then in six months he’d be out and on his way home to finish his degree in criminal justice. Ase would be starting his residency in New York City.

  Hell, Ase probably wasn’t even into men, though Jase was starting to suspect otherwise. Ase was awfully touchy-feely the more he relaxed.

  Jase let himself pretend for just a moment they didn’t live a half a world apart. But the idea of openly being with a man back home was a joke. And being with a “wetback,” as his dad called most anyone with brown skin, would be even more interesting. Not that he was one to much care what anyone thought. He’d been through his share of bullying and shit in high school. But he had worked his ass off to earn the respect he now had as a man. His dad may think him a snob, but he was damn proud of his son the Army man.

  “Hey, I gotta go to the little cowboy’s room,” Jase said. He’d accidentally stopped Ase in the middle of a sentence, having been too in his own head to pay attention. “Sorry.”

  Ase smiled and waved off his apology. “It’s in the back corner.” He pointed. “Want another pint?”

  Jase checked the time on his phone and realized he hadn’t taken it off airplane mode. Oops. “Yeah, I can stay a while longer.” The genuinely pleased look on Ase’s face made Jase feel warm and tingly down to his toes. He told himself it was just the strong German beer, but even his inebriated self told him that was bullshit.

  He stood from the table and dug through his bag for his portable phone charger, because he was definitely going to need it fully charged to make it back to his hotel in one piece. He plugged it in, looking over at Ase who was poking around on his own phone. This was the real test. He had his wallet with him and in his backpack was mostly tour guides, maps, and first aid stuff. He figured it’d be safe with Ase. If it walked off, he’d be really bummed, because he genuinely had begun to like his new friend.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said. Ase gave him a thumbs up and put his phone to his ear to call someone.

  Jase made it quick in the bathroom, washed his hands, and headed back out to the table. Ase was giving him a shit-eating grin that he couldn’t quite fathom, until he went to lift his backpack and realized he’d left it open. Peeking out just enough to see was a magazine he’d bought last week, but not used yet. Gay European City Guide: Spring Edition. He shifted nervously, scolding himself as he quickly zipped his book bag, slinging it over the back of his chair.


  When he sat he chugged half his pint before looking at Ase who was still eying him. But this time he looked more curious. “So…?”

  Jase felt his cheeks flush. He hoped this was not a pre-cursor to a fight. “So…?”

  “We have so much in common, Jase.” Jase’s eyes flicked up to Ase’s just in time to catch a playful wink. Ase’s eyes were half-lidded as he chewed his bottom lip seductively.

  “This isn’t a set-up to, like, beat my ass or something, right?”

  Ase threw his head back and let out another of his sexy laughs. “I was thinking the same about you earlier. I thought maybe I was being too obvious.”

  “Well. I caught a few hints. But I didn’t know.”

  “Just so you know; this is a fairly live-and-let-live city. Chances of you trouncing me are higher with your accent and my skin color.”

  Jase narrowed his eyes at Ase. “I told you—”

  “Yes, I know. Some of your best friends are brown.”

  Ase didn’t hide his grin well. Jase laughed and tossed a napkin at him. “Fucker.”

  “So.” Ase sobered. “Girlfriend? Are you in the closet?”

  Jase grimaced and held his hand out, wobbling it side-to-side. “In a manner of speaking. My closest friends know I’m… curious. And my ex-girlfriend knows. But I’m not some asshole closet-case using girls if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “Ah, the bi-curious frat boy,” Ase said. “All it takes is a six-pack, they say.”

  Jase chuckled and took a swig from his beer. “I’m not a frat boy. Have to actually go on campus for that.”

  “Si. That’s true.”

  “And you?”

  “Oh, no. No girl parts for me. All dick, all the time.”

  Jase raised his glass and they toasted “To dicks.” Just in time for the waitress to walk up with their check. She blushed, wide-eyed, and went back to the bar.

  “Of course that’d be the one English word she’d know,” Ase said, laughing loudly. “Hope you weren’t planning on getting up her skirt tonight, ese.”

  Jase shook his head. “I’m off the female train for a bit.”

  Ase cocked his head. “See, that’s not fair. When one pisses you off, you get to jump the fence for a while.”

  “That’s not quite…” Jase snorted at the yeah, right expression on Ase’s face. “Shut up. That’s not what I’m doing. I’m just not in relationship mode at all right now.”

  Ase seemed to sober a bit at that. “That bad, huh?”

  “You have no idea,” Jase mumbled, and lifted his pint to drain the last of it.

  Grabbing for Jase’s phone, Ase brightened. “Well, since you’re giving up on women for right now, you’ll have to have a very gay night out with me.” Jase smiled involuntarily. He passed Jase back his phone. “There. You’ve my number now. Text me tomorrow, and we’ll go to all of the most fabulous gay bars in Glockenbachviertel.”

  “Glocken-what?”

  “Americans.” Ase let out a put-upon sigh. “It’s what you would call a gayborhood. Pleasant, kitschy little neighborhood by day, center of the gay club universe by night.”

  “Sounds overwhelming.”

  “Oh, come on,” Ase said. He dropped his voice an octave; those exotic eyes narrowed, cat-like, and heated. “We can do a little dirty dancing.” The promise in his eyes made Jase’s cock thicken in his jeans. He felt the heat of arousal suffuse his body and couldn’t help glance at those lush lips.

  What could it hurt? They were travelling acquaintances who could share a few drinks and bodily fluids. When was the next time he’d be able to get laid? And it’d be kind of nice to know the person he was fucking, even if for a short while, rather than just any old random person as it had been for the last year.

  “I, uh,” Jase started, having to clear his voice to speak past the lump of arousal in his throat. “I don’t see how that could hurt anything.”

  “Excellent.” Ase’s eyes danced merrily. Jase wondered if when Ase sobered, he’d think better of his offer. Jase definitely hoped not. But then again, that could be his own horniness and the stout beer talking.

  They both lay down cash for their tab after briefly bickering over who would pay. They walked outside into the cool night. “Well I’m just around the corner. Do you need help getting back to your hotel?”

  “No,” Jase said, pulling out his phone. “I’ve got the number for a cab company the hotel gave me.” Ase nodded, hands in his pockets, looking adorably mussed from their long day. It was strange to think of such an exotic creature who was at least four inches taller than Jase as adorable, but that was the perfect word for the man right then. He looked uncertain and bashful. The man who’d chased Jase down was gone, his reserve of cool clearly having been depleted for the day.

  So Jase decided he’d go for it. This might be the last time they saw each other. He grabbed Ase by the collar of his polo shirt and pulled him down, kissing him slowly at first, then accepting Ase’s tongue with a happy sigh and a moan from Ase. They carded fingers through each other’s hair and kissed one another thoroughly. Ase tasted of cloves and hops, and right then Jase couldn’t think of anything better.

  When they separated, Jase felt as stupefied by that earth-shattering kiss as Ase looked.

  “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow,” Ase said, still a bit dazed.

  Jase stroked Ase’s cheek with a finger. “Can’t wait.”

  Ase turned to head for home, Jase watching him as he went. He shamelessly took in the sinful ass on the man. Before Ase disappeared around the corner up the block, he turned back to Jase, that bad boy swagger back in place, and winked. Jase waved, lamely. He didn’t know what it was about Ase or what the hell had come over him. He was never aggressive, usually the strong silent type like his grandfather. Ase was on some different plane. He pulled out a need in Jase that he feared he’d miss far too much after he’d had a real taste.

  But there was no way next week’s jonesing for the drug was going to stop him from having that taste of it today. If there was anything a soldier learned when deployed on active duty, it was to take each thing as it came, one day at a time, and live while you could. Too many wouldn’t go home, and Jase, if he did get home, wasn’t going home with unlived days in his veins.

  Chapter 3

  JASE’S leg bounced up and down, his patience with the streetcar he was on growing thinner by the minute. He’d stopped at the hotel bar for a little liquid courage before heading out to meet Ase, but the pleasant buzz had worn off about two stops back. Now he just wanted to see Ase again. He’d thought of nothing but the beautiful man since they’d gone their separate ways the night before.

  He’d told his mother about the trip to visit the castle, and she’d not been all that enthused. She was still pissed he hadn’t come home on his leave. “Your daddy coulda used your help, son. Your brother’s sick, and it’s calving season.”

  She wasn’t usually one for guilt trips, but since his big fuck-up last year with Christa, she’d been tense with him, his shiny good-son veneer having worn off. She didn’t understand why he couldn’t come home this one time. But he’d gone home on every single leave. Every one. While his friends went skiing and to Paris and Milan, he’d travelled in some of the shittiest conditions on bad flights to be home for a week; coddling his ex and helping on the ranch.

  He’d be out for good in six months. Another thing his parents didn’t approve of. They thought he should stay in and make a career of it. He’d mostly wanted to see the world and pay for college, like half the other naive newbs out there. After his first tour of the Sand Box he’d been done; the second, he’d been damn near broken; and then the mess with Christa had distracted him enough on his third to make him realize this just wasn’t the life for him anymore.

  He’d loved the people he met, the camaraderie, and the discipline he’d learned. He enjoyed having a direction he’d lacked when he was a teenager. But now he was ready to be his own man, find his place in the world.<
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  That’s why he didn’t regret taking this last leave to himself. He’d saved almost all his extra funds since he’d joined up, even the small bonus he’d gotten early on for joining up before there was discussion of troop withdrawal. Sure, he’d sent home money to help out when they needed it, but his parents had insisted he keep his money for himself.

  So he had. He’d lived most of his time in barracks and been miserly with his commissary. He wasn’t rich by any means, but when he got out, he could finish the last credits he needed for his criminal justice degree—which he hadn’t dared finish while enlisted because he did not have any desire to be MP.

  He also had a nice cushion to enjoy during his time off. He’d spent the last two weeks backpacking in Switzerland, playing around in Amsterdam, and taking in the history of Germany. It’d been fascinating and fun and really awesome for his nerd side. He hadn’t been held back by anyone for the first time in his life, was able to go and see and do what he wanted.

  But he’d had the underlying loneliness and the fights with Christa to make things frustrating here toward the end. Which is why Ase was a nice distraction.

  He was actually excited, beneath all the trepidation about the night. He’d never done anything so reckless as meeting a cute fellow-American tourist and bar-hopping like a normal twenty-one year old. Certainly, he’d never bar-hopped gay bars. Sure, he’d done pub-crawls with buddies and been to a gay bar here and there on his own, but he’d never had what Ase continued to refer as a Gay Ole Night.

  He checked his phone again to remind himself which stop he needed. He looked up to see the next stop was his—Müllerstraße. After he hopped off the streetcar, he wandered down a sidewalk, taking in all the lights and people. He’d seen busy streets in the last few years, but there was something jovial about the atmosphere here. There were rainbow flags and people crowded in front of bars, but there were also little old ladies walking their dogs, completely uncaring of the gay couples walking hand-in-hand.