A Bluewater Bay Collection

by Witt, L. A.

  Link was probably weaving in between Carter’s feet. The first few times Carter had tried to cook in here, Link had nearly tripped him, and twice, he actually had tripped him. Carter had since learned the art of always looking before he stepped, and the two of them had perfected the dance of cat and cook. Most of the time, anyway.

  “Fucking speed bump,” Carter muttered. After he’d apparently managed to work around Link, he met Levi’s gaze again. “So how was the interview?”

  “Not too bad.” Levi idly scratched behind Zelda’s ears, which got her purring like a tommy gun. “They kept the personal questions to a minimum for once.”

  “Thank God.”

  “They mentioned possibly doing an interview with the two of us together, though.” Levi switched to petting Zelda. “It might be worth considering since they’ve been all right so far.”

  Carter pursed his lips. Then he shrugged. “Maybe. I guess I’m worried they’re trying to get our guard down so they can get us into the same interview and then start in on all the personal shit.”

  “We could agree to do it under the condition that it’s kept strictly about Wolf’s Landing and our careers.”

  “Worth a shot.”

  “Cool.” Levi smirked. “Push comes to shove, we can have Alfonse play bouncer.”

  Carter laughed. “Well, at least we wouldn’t be boring him anymore.” He paused. “Oh, before I forget . . .” He nodded toward an envelope on the kitchen island. “I got some new DVDs in the mail.”

  “Did you?” Levi eyed it warily. “Which ones?”

  “Take a look.”

  Levi picked up the envelope, which had already been opened. The address label caught his eye—it was still weird to have this address beneath Carter’s name, but there it was. One more piece of mail to make this whole arrangement seem perfectly permanent.

  He slid the discs free and thumbed through them. He paused on the third one. “Holy shit. Paskiainen?” Levi turned to Carter, eyes wide. “Where in the world did you find that?”

  Carter grinned. “You’re talking to someone who managed to amass a collection of your early work. If a DVD is out there, I will find it.”

  “Wow.” Levi wondered how long it had been since he’d seen the obscure Finnish film. “I’m surprised it ever made it onto DVD. My last copy was VHS.”

  “VH-what?”

  “Oh hush.” Levi rolled his eyes. “You’re not that young.”

  “No, but you’re that—”

  “Oh, ha, ha, ha.” Levi skirted the island, cat and all, and put an arm around Carter’s waist. “You kids and your newfangled Betamax and eight tracks.”

  “Beta—”

  “Shut up.”

  Carter laughed and lifted his chin for a kiss. As often happened, the kiss turned into a longer one. Whoever said the spark started fading after the first six months or so together had obviously never seen Carter and Levi in action.

  Carter drew back and glanced at the stove. “Damn, I should’ve gone with something I could leave in the oven while we—”

  “We will. Later.”

  “Promise?”

  “Do I ever lie to you when it comes to that?”

  “Never.”

  “Exactly.” Levi kissed his cheek. “For now, let me run upstairs and change clothes. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  “Take your time.” Carter gestured at the simmering pot. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Slave to the stove, eh?”

  “I can’t make you do all the cooking around here, can I?”

  “Fair point.”

  They both chuckled. Then Levi headed out of the kitchen. There was a heavy thump, and Zelda followed him into the hallway. As he started up the stairs, she trotted past him, and at the top, she halted, tail straight up as she waited expectantly.

  “Hey, kiddo.” He scratched under her chin and then behind her ear, prompting more purring. Levi couldn’t help smiling—she and Link hadn’t been thrilled when he’d started working again, but they’d both been a lot happier after Carter moved in. Even though Levi and Carter both worked long hours, there was someone home more often these days.

  “You’re not going to start bringing them to cons, are you?” Anna had asked last time she and Leigh had been over for dinner.

  “No, I’m not.”

  Carter had snickered and muttered “bullshit” under his breath. As much as he teased Levi about it, though, he was the one who was having a harder and harder time leaving the cats behind whenever they had to travel, which was getting increasingly frequent.

  “They always seem so sad,” he’d said on the way down the driveway a couple of months ago.

  “They’ll be fine.” Levi had patted Carter’s leg and tried to be inconspicuous as he too glanced back at the faces in the window. “Give them twenty minutes, and they’ll be out cold on the couch.”

  “Or the kitchen table.”

  “And whose fault is that?”

  Carter had given him a sheepish look.

  “Uh-huh.” Levi had squeezed his leg and kept on driving. When they’d returned from that trip three days later, the cats were lounging on their favorite perches—Zelda across the back of the sofa, Link on the coffee table.

  In the present, standing at the top of the stairs and scratching Zelda under her chin, Levi said, “And you were happier to see him than you were me, weren’t you?”

  She purred louder.

  “Come on, you.” He patted her side and continued down the hall. Over the years, he’d been afraid that if he ever found a partner, the guy wouldn’t be as friendly with the cats, or he’d think Levi was weird for having conversations with them. Carter, though, loved Link and Zelda as if he’d been the one who’d raised them from rescued kittens. Hell, how many times had Levi found Carter, dead asleep on the couch with one of the massive cats curled up on his chest? That was almost a given if Carter got home before Levi did.

  Well, assuming Carter wasn’t making dinner.

  Levi stopped in his tracks.

  Dinner. Pasta carbonara.

  And the DVD he’d been searching for all over God’s green earth, which happened to arrive today.

  Levi cringed. This was for Valentine’s Day, wasn’t it?

  He always dreaded that inevitable period when a fledgling relationship approached its first February. Boyfriends and girlfriends alike had misunderstood, resented, or flat out ignored his undying hatred of Valentine’s Day, and prior to Carter, he’d gritted his teeth and smiled through quite a few Februaries. He begged his partners—including Carter—for weeks ahead of time to take him at face value and understand that this wasn’t a game or a test. It wasn’t reverse psychology. It wasn’t a trap—“You weren’t supposed to actually ignore it!”

  Zelda circled his legs, bumping his calves with her head and purring.

  “You and Link didn’t talk him into any of this, did you?”

  She stared at him, eyes wide, and made a soft chirping sound. He chuckled and scooped her up, then took her into the bedroom, but even the cat under his arm with her V-8 purring engine wasn’t enough to keep him smiling.

  As he changed his clothes, he gnawed on his irritation, trying to decide whether to broach the subject or what. There were two ways he could play this: He could pretend it didn’t bother him, and then find a way to delicately reapproach the subject before next February. Or he could say something up front and hurt Carter’s feelings, which he’d feel guilty about for decades.

  Obviously he only had one option. Awesome.

  He stared at his reflection in the mirror above Carter’s dresser. It was one evening. No matter how much Valentine’s Day annoyed him, he could suck it up and ignore it. Next year, they’d do nothing. This year . . . fine. Even if the very thought of this fucking holiday made him want to gouge out his own eyes.

  He took a breath, gave himself one last look in the mirror, and then picked up Zelda off the bed and headed back downstairs.

  In the kitchen, he
set Zelda on the barstool where she’d parked herself earlier. Carter glanced up from cooking and offered a slight smile, which Levi returned halfheartedly.

  Carter raised his eyebrows. “You okay? You seem kind of . . .” He tilted his head, as if he were trying to read Levi in spite of Levi’s best efforts to not be read.

  “Yeah, I’m—” Levi held Carter’s gaze. Shit, who was he kidding? He’d never been able to lie to Carter. And he didn’t want to lie to him. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings either, though.

  “Levi.” Carter stepped closer. “What is it?”

  “I’m, uh . . .” Well, no sense pretending everything was peachy. Levi broke eye contact and looked at the kitchen table, eyeing the plates. There was nothing out of the ordinary on the table aside from the fact that they were actually eating at the table, rather than in the living room or the theater. Nothing red or pink. No envelopes. No little gifts. But still, something didn’t sit right. “Is, um . . .” He gestured at the benign setup. “This isn’t for, um . . .”

  “Valentine’s Day?”

  Levi nodded.

  “Of course not.” Carter smiled thinly, and his eyes didn’t quite echo it. “We have dinner and watch movies all the time. Why should this be weird just because it happens to be February fourteenth?”

  Besides the fact that for an incredible actor, you have a terrible poker face?

  But Levi decided not to push it. “Fair enough. So, what do you want to do tonight?”

  “I was thinking we could . . . have dinner and watch a movie.” Carter tensed, then showed his palms. “You know, same as we do all the time.”

  “Okay.” Levi wrapped his arm around Carter’s waist and kissed his cheek. “Best way I can think of to spend any evening.”

  “Me too,” Carter said, but he didn’t sound terribly enthusiastic. “The, um, pasta’s almost done. Might as well grab something to drink while I finish up.”

  Levi let him go and turned to pull a two-liter of Coke from the fridge. “You want any?”

  “I’m good.” Carter gestured at his own glass. Iced tea, knowing him. “Thanks, though.”

  As Levi poured himself a drink, Carter said, “I’m curious about something.”

  “Hmm?”

  Carter didn’t speak for a moment, and the only sound was ice clinking quietly in his glass and the soft fizzing in Levi’s.

  Finally, Carter asked, “What is your beef with Valentine’s Day?”

  Levi scowled. “It’s nothing but a commercialized Hallmark holiday.” He capped the Coke bottle and turned to put it back in the fridge. “People are pressured to give each other overpriced shit, and hope to God they can outdo it next year with an even bigger and more expensive gift.” He rolled his eyes as he faced Carter again. “I mean, it’s nothing but an excuse to guilt people into spending money on their other halves, all out of obligation rather than anything sincere.”

  Carter studied him. “But, what about the holiday itself? Without the commercial crap? I mean, can’t it be an evening to spend time together and maybe get a little bit romantic?”

  “That should be every day.”

  “Yeah, but sometimes it’s nice to have something to remind you.”

  Levi laughed dryly. “I might buy into that if it wasn’t also such a tradition to buy everything else.”

  Carter’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips pulled tight. “I don’t suppose it occurred to you that maybe Valentine’s Day means something to me?”

  Levi froze. “What?”

  “Oh, come on.” Carter rolled his eyes. “It’s a two-way street, Levi. This is the first time I’ve been in love with someone over Valentine’s Day. We live together now. We’ve got a good thing going.” He gave a tight half shrug. “So, you know, maybe I wanted Valentine’s Day to be special. Since I think this is something special.”

  “I . . .”

  “I get that you aren’t into the Hallmark bullshit. But for God’s sake, I’m not talking about buying each other shit or doing something big and extravagant.” He threw up his hands. “A movie, dinner, and hey, who knows, maybe even some romantic crap if that’s not too much to ask. Is any of that really such a fucking imposition?”

  Carter slammed his glass down on the counter and stormed out of the kitchen.

  The cats scattered. Alone, Levi scrubbed a hand over his face. Way to go, idiot.

  He didn’t follow Carter, though. If he’d learned one thing from the few fights they’d had, it was that when Carter walked away, he needed to go blow off some steam. He didn’t sulk or fume, but sometimes he hit his limit and needed to be alone with his thoughts. It usually took a long, arduous fight before he hit that point, though.

  Which meant he’d likely been bottling this up for a while now. Levi cringed at the thought—how long had Carter been gritting his teeth and pretending it didn’t bother him? Shit . . .

  And goddamn it, he should’ve told Carter in the beginning why he didn’t like Valentine’s Day. He’d been adamant that he hated the whole thing, but hadn’t gone very far beyond just wrinkling his nose at the consumerism. He hadn’t thought to go deeper into that—into the obligations, the lack of sincerity—because Carter hadn’t pushed for an explanation and seemed to just let it go. Until tonight, anyway.

  Levi sighed and turned off the stove, then took the sauce off the burner. It was nearly done, so it could easily be reheated after Carter had cooled down. For the moment, Levi covered it to keep the cats from helping themselves.

  With the food safe, he drummed his fingers on the counter. Now what? Though he didn’t want to approach Carter until he was ready to talk, he needed to do . . . something.

  Maybe he needed some advice. He usually did when his fuckup caused an argument with Carter.

  And there was one person who could be counted on to verbally smack him over the head—Anna.

  He took out his phone, went upstairs to the bedroom, and speed-dialed her.

  “Hey you,” she said.

  “Hey. Happy Consumerist Bullshit Day.”

  “Happy Flowers in Exchange for Fucking Day,” she grumbled back. “How is yours going?”

  “Not great.”

  She sighed. “Sorry to hear it. I’d bet yours is going better than mine, though.”

  Levi grimaced. “That bad, huh?”

  “Yeah.” Anna’s voice was quieter now, which meant Leigh was probably home. “We’ll work through it. We always do.” She didn’t sound convinced. Why did she even do this to herself anymore when they were so miserable together? Before he could push the issue, though, she said, “So what’s going on? Something must’ve gone to shit if you’re calling me.”

  “You could say that.” He explained everything from what he’d told Carter over the last few months to Carter suddenly storming out of the kitchen tonight. The more he talked, the worse he felt—he’d never meant to hurt Carter, and he realized now that he’d had a million opportunities to ask how Carter felt about this particular day. Finally, he sighed and said, “I know it’s not the end of the world, but I . . . I feel like I really fucked up with him.”

  “You did,” she said bluntly. “But it isn’t like you can’t fix it.”

  “I know I can. This isn’t one of those things we can’t bounce back from. But how do I make it up to him tonight? Even if I run into town and get a card and all that shit, it won’t mean the same, you know?”

  “You don’t need any of that crap. And it doesn’t sound like he’d want all the bells and whistles even if you hadn’t pissed him off. He just wants you, sweetie. He wants to spend the evening with the man he loves in a special way that isn’t exactly like every other night you guys spend together.” She paused. “How do you do that? Well, you know you and Carter better than I do, so your guess is as good as mine. But there is still time to make him remember tonight as an amazing evening instead of the night you guys fought over Valentine’s Day.”

  Levi swallowed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “I’m terrible at
this stuff.”

  “I know the feeling,” she said with a humorless laugh. “Look, honey, if you fucked up with Carter, then talk to him. Apologize, explain yourself, listen to him, and then fuck him into the ground until he forgets that you messed up.”

  Levi laughed. “With advice like that, it’s a wonder you don’t have your own talk show.”

  “Eh, people like Oprah and Dr. Phil’s approaches better than mine.”

  “Can’t imagine why.” He sighed. “I don’t think makeup sex is the standard recommended approach to romance on Valentine’s Day.”

  “Beats the shit out of awkward silence and seeing how far apart you can sleep.”

  “That sounds like the voice of experience.”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “You want to talk about—”

  “Absolutely not. Go talk to your man.”

  “Are you sure—”

  “Go.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He paused. “I hope your night gets better.”

  “Me too. See you at work tomorrow.”

  After he hung up, Levi took a moment to collect his thoughts. Then he headed downstairs in search of Carter.

  He found him in the living room, iPad on his knee and a game of Candy Crush in progress. Zelda was perched on the armrest, and Link was sprawled out on the middle cushion. Carter glanced up. There was no anger in his eyes that Levi could see, but definitely some hurt feelings.

  He stood beside the couch. “Hey. Can we talk?”

  “Yeah.” Carter set his iPad aside.

  Levi sat next to him, the cat providing a buffer between them, which he didn’t like but Carter usually preferred when he was upset.

  “Look,” he said, “I’m sorry about earlier. I honestly had no idea it meant this much to you.”

  Carter met his gaze. “You could’ve asked.”

  “You’re right. I could’ve. But, the number of times we’ve brought this up, why didn’t you tell me it—”

  “Don’t even try to put this one on me,” Carter snapped. “You’re the one who laid down the law without even stopping to think if maybe I had an opinion on the subject.”