I awoke in my lover’s arms. Sweet kiss deepening into passion. And as we joined I forgot if it was a man or woman I held. Only that our souls came together in the glorious celebration of life. -Me
Loneliness Has No Boundaries
For the most part, the people in my community are a tolerant bunch. But I was in a shop the other day in one of the larger cities near where I live, when a package was delivered to the owner. As the man left, he stopped a minute to smile and chat with one of the employees, who was also male.
He hadn’t even left the store before the young man’s co-workers started to tease him, not because someone had flirted with him, but because a man had. I saw the delivery man’s face flush red and he hung his head as he left through the front door.
I saw him later that day, crossing the street with a package on his shoulder, a solitary figure, and my heart hurt for him all over again. He had been one human being reaching out to another, and had been ridiculed for it.
Please be careful with your words! They were teasing their friend in fun, at the expense of another person’s feelings. Isn’t there enough pain in the world without us adding to it?
Be the change you want to see in the world. -Gandhi
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Paul isn’t attracted to Eran—he’s intoxicated by the shy, sensual younger man. He’s also confused by Eran’s mixed signals. However, the sight of Eran injured and bruised arouses a protective passion that surprises Paul. Determined to protect Eran from his brutal past, Paul discovers his future.
Eran took a step back, putting some distance between them. His breath came in quick pants and a thrill of triumph shot through Paul. Eran wanted him, making him feel like a king. He laughed at the fancy, but damn it, Eran was his. He just had to make sure Eran knew it too.
“Okay,” Eran began, then flushed furiously, worrying his lips with small white teeth. “Just let me help Sandi clean up.”
“All done, lover.”
They both turned, startled, as Eran’s co-worker slung a coat over a tight black t-shirt and headed for the door. “You close up by yourself tomorrow, ass hole.”
“Thanks,” Eran said lamely, then laughed under his breath as she flicked off the lights and slammed the door on the way out of the shop.
“She hates me,” he said, turning a smile on Paul. “She had to clean up by herself the other night, too.”
Paul nodded, mesmerized by the beauty of Eran’s face illuminated in the faint glow of the streetlight outside; the pale cheeks and enormous blue eyes. He wanted to taste the full lips now. He closed the distance between them, putting a hand around to the small of Eran’s back to keep him in place. He felt the violent tremor that ran through him, then Eran relaxed under his touch.
Eran wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he said in a small voice. “I don’t mean to pull away from you.”
“Will you tell me something?” The dark head shot up, but Paul ignored the pleading look in the pale eyes. “You’re sister called here Christmas Eve. Why?”
The lean shoulders lifted. “I live with her.”
“And… Fuck, Eran. I want the truth.”
A haunted expression crossed Eran’s face. He wanted to run, but Paul would be damned if he let him. He closed the hairsbreadth between them, trapping Eran in his arms. Eran’s warm breath caressed his face, smelling of coffee and chocolate. Chocolate? His mouth watered for a taste.
He looked into the upturned eyes and deliberately touched Eran’s bruised side. “Who hurt you?” he asked. Eran trembled against him and Paul ran a soothing hand over his lean back. “Tell me.”
Eran sighed, pressing his face to Paul’s chest. “Carrie married a rough man. He’d been drinking and didn’t like it when I stepped between them.”
“Why the hell is your sister still with him?”
“She married a man like her father. Guess she’s used to it.”
Paul threw caution to the wind. “Your father beat you?”
Eran glanced aside, not answering, and jerked when Paul touched his cheek. Paul swallowed, afraid to ask the next question. “Did he…touch you?”
A harsh laugh interrupted him. “No. My dear father was disgusted by me. If anything, he was trying to beat me into liking girls.” He laughed again, mirthlessly. “Guess he failed.”
He moved restlessly and Paul let him go, frowning as he crossed the room. Would Eran just keep walking, out the door and out of his life? Hell if he’d permit it. He took a quick step after him, and nearly sagged with relief when Eran only hung up his apron and grabbed a coat from the rack by the door.
“Where do you want to go?” Paul asked as they stepped outside and Eran locked the door behind them. Eran looked up and down the sidewalk dusted with snow, still crowded with after-holiday shoppers. It was a pretty sight with light spilling from the stores. His breath came out in white puffs in the crisp night air.
“I’ve been surrounded by people all day. It would be nice to go somewhere quiet.” Eran hesitated. “Can we go to your place? That is, if you want…”
“Anywhere you like,” Paul breathed. His blood raced as he took Eran’s hand and led him to his sedan parked at the curb. He gazed a moment into Eran’s trusting, passionate eyes as he settled him into the passenger seat, then closed the door. He chewed his lip as he rounded the car to the driver’s side. Is this what I want? If things led where he expected, he wouldn’t have sex with the boy. They’d make love, and after that… His heart was in danger here. Paul would never be able to let him go.