Gay-ish
Title: Gay-ishSeries: G-A-Y - Book 12.
Genre: Male/Male, BDSM, Erotic Romance
Length: Lust Bite (15,000 words)
Publisher: Total-e-bound
Release Date: October 2010 - Available Now
Blurb:
A gay-ish submissive and a very gay dominant. Gay Pride rallies have never been so much fun.
When Langford sees Tayton lurking in the rain opposite a gay pride rally, he couldn’t be more thrilled that the cute guy from the sandwich shop is finally prepared to come out of the closet.
Tayton isn’t so sure he’s all that ready to come out. Technically, he’s not even sure he’s entirely gay—even if he has had a crush on Langford for months.
Can a man who’s not even sure he’s gay really find happiness with a man who’s never been in the closet?
And a quick excerpt:
“Please tell me you’re not still staring at that same boy?”
Ben Langford made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, in the vague hope that his friend might be satisfied with the non-answer, and let him go back to staring at the young man on the other side of the road in peace.
“He’s probably just waiting for the damn bus,” Paul said—not for the first time that afternoon.
“Probably,” Langford allowed. The boy was probably just sitting on the bench by the bus stop in the rain because he was waiting for a bus. It was a perfectly reasonable explanation.
Still, Langford couldn’t quite bring himself ignore the fact that there was another, equally plausible, reason for a man to linger opposite the park that was currently hosting the town’s annual gay pride rally. It was just possible, that the younger man wasn’t waiting for a bus, but for the courage to step out of the closet, cross the road and join in the fun. It was that, somewhat tentative prospect, that had kept Langford glued to the view across the road for the last half an hour.
“The question you should be asking yourself,” Paul informed him. “Is—would you still believe he wasn’t waiting for a bus if he didn’t look like just your sort of cute little blond sub?”
Langford said nothing. The boy didn’t look like just any cute little blond sub—he looked like the cute little blond sub who worked in the sandwich shop that Langford had been stalking during every lunch hour for weeks.
“You’re going to get soaked to the skin for nothing,” Paul warned.
And if he dropped in to flirt with the other man one more time, Langford was pretty sure he was going to turn into a damn sandwich. The chance of seeing him without a sandwich in his hand was too good to pass up just because he might get a little damp in the process.
One last glance at the rain that pounded down around the marquee, and Langford stepped out into the downpour. There was no shelter at the stop, just the bench, a timetable on a post, and the sandwich guy.
The boy had turned his attention away from the park as soon as he’d spotted Langford crossing the street. By the time he reached him, the younger man was looking both ways along the road, as if a bus might pop into existence at any second, and rush to his aid.
“Hello.”
Pretty green eyes screamed their confusion and uncertainty, as they blinked up at Langford. “Hi.”
“Are you waiting for the bus?”
The younger man looked from him to the bus time table and back again. He nodded.
He wasn’t a very good liar. The blush that stole to his cheeks was a far more honest indication of his reasons for being there. Sitting down next to him, Langford tried not to freak the boy out any more than absolutely necessary by smiling too broadly at him.
The bench was wet, but it made little difference. Just walking across the road in the deluge had already left Langford as wet as any man could get.
“What are you doing?” The sandwich guy didn’t actually edge away along the hard metal seat, but Langford was sure he was tempted to.
“I’m waiting with you,” Langford said. “Do you mind?”
The other man glanced at him as if he’d lost his mind, but shrugged aside any inclination he might have had to tell him to sod off and stop acting weird.