surrounded by an aura of gentle golden light. During his music career and time on the road, more beautiful men than he could remember had crossed his path, many making their way into his bed, yet he could honestly say he had never seen anyone who compared to Jesse.
Truthfully, he was moving faster than he meant to. He only intended to bring Greg to see Jesse, knowing Greg would want him for the label. Then he planned on stopping by occasionally when Jesse was in the studio to build some comfort between them and see what happened from there. But being close to Jesse made him drop all ideas of waiting to be with him.
He saw the clear signals of attraction Jesse put out, but he also felt an underlying nervousness coming from Jesse that made him tread cautiously. He knew all too well the influence his celebrity had on other people, and it made him wonder, was Jesse being compliant because he truly wanted to go home with him, or was Jesse hoping to win his way into the music business through his bed? There was another thought that Jesse could be nervous because he might not be very experienced, but he disregarded it. With as gorgeous as he was, Jesse must have a different guy for every day of the month. A jolt of possessiveness shocked Evan’s chest, and he moved toward him.
“Ready?” he asked.
Jesse smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”
Evan pointed up the street. “My car’s parked that way in a
garage. You want to give me a lift to it?”
“Sure.”
Jesse jumped in his truck and reached to unlock the passenger door for Evan. After Evan got in, he put the key in the ignition and turned it. The truck let out a discontented rev. Jesse stared down at the key. This couldn’t be happening. He had the beautiful rock star Evan Arden in his truck, was getting ready to go to his home, and the stupid thing had decided this was the perfect time to break down again. He turned the key a second time. Same response.
He glanced at Evan, giving him a tentative smile. “It does this sometimes.”
Evan propped his head on his fist with his elbow resting on the door, watching him with an amused grin.
Jesse cranked the key again, willing with his mind for the engine to turn over. The truck grumbled, then burst to life. He nearly yelled out in joy at his victory over his mechanical adversary.
Evan chuckled softly. “I think that’s the first miracle I’ve ever witnessed.”
Jesse laughed as he wrenched the shifter into gear. “I won’t deny it’s a piece of shit, but it’s good for hauling our gear. I’d like to get a Honda S2000 someday and trick it out.” Out the corner of his eye, he saw Evan smirking, and took his eyes off the road to look at him. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I’m sure when you get older, you’ll prefer a more big boy car.”
Jesse returned Evan’s smirk with one of his own. “I’d expect someone your age to say something like that. I mean, how old are you anyway, like thirty-four, thirty-five?”
Evan gasped in mock offense at Jesse repeating his earlier joke. “I’m twenty-six! I’ll be twenty-seven next month!” He shoved Jesse playfully on the shoulder. “You’re a funny little spud, you know that?”
Jesse choked out a shocked cough. “Did you just call me a little spud ?”
Evan grinned at him and pointed across the street. “My car’s in there.”
Jesse swung into the parking garage. His gaze fell on a sleek black Ferrari backed into a parking space with the garage security guard standing watch over it from his truck.
Evan nodded toward the car. “That’s me. The Scaglietti 612.”
Jesse pulled near the Ferrari, though not too close for fear that even the reflection of his decrepit Ranger in the glossy paint would mar its beauty. His eyes moved over the flawless lines of the vehicles. “It’s beautiful.” He turned to Evan with a grin. “Now I’ll admit that what I’d really love to have someday is a Ferrari F430, dark blue.”
“That’s more like it.” Evan jumped
Truthfully, he was moving faster than he meant to. He only intended to bring Greg to see Jesse, knowing Greg would want him for the label. Then he planned on stopping by occasionally when Jesse was in the studio to build some comfort between them and see what happened from there. But being close to Jesse made him drop all ideas of waiting to be with him.
He saw the clear signals of attraction Jesse put out, but he also felt an underlying nervousness coming from Jesse that made him tread cautiously. He knew all too well the influence his celebrity had on other people, and it made him wonder, was Jesse being compliant because he truly wanted to go home with him, or was Jesse hoping to win his way into the music business through his bed? There was another thought that Jesse could be nervous because he might not be very experienced, but he disregarded it. With as gorgeous as he was, Jesse must have a different guy for every day of the month. A jolt of possessiveness shocked Evan’s chest, and he moved toward him.
“Ready?” he asked.
Jesse smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”
Evan pointed up the street. “My car’s parked that way in a
garage. You want to give me a lift to it?”
“Sure.”
Jesse jumped in his truck and reached to unlock the passenger door for Evan. After Evan got in, he put the key in the ignition and turned it. The truck let out a discontented rev. Jesse stared down at the key. This couldn’t be happening. He had the beautiful rock star Evan Arden in his truck, was getting ready to go to his home, and the stupid thing had decided this was the perfect time to break down again. He turned the key a second time. Same response.
He glanced at Evan, giving him a tentative smile. “It does this sometimes.”
Evan propped his head on his fist with his elbow resting on the door, watching him with an amused grin.
Jesse cranked the key again, willing with his mind for the engine to turn over. The truck grumbled, then burst to life. He nearly yelled out in joy at his victory over his mechanical adversary.
Evan chuckled softly. “I think that’s the first miracle I’ve ever witnessed.”
Jesse laughed as he wrenched the shifter into gear. “I won’t deny it’s a piece of shit, but it’s good for hauling our gear. I’d like to get a Honda S2000 someday and trick it out.” Out the corner of his eye, he saw Evan smirking, and took his eyes off the road to look at him. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I’m sure when you get older, you’ll prefer a more big boy car.”
Jesse returned Evan’s smirk with one of his own. “I’d expect someone your age to say something like that. I mean, how old are you anyway, like thirty-four, thirty-five?”
Evan gasped in mock offense at Jesse repeating his earlier joke. “I’m twenty-six! I’ll be twenty-seven next month!” He shoved Jesse playfully on the shoulder. “You’re a funny little spud, you know that?”
Jesse choked out a shocked cough. “Did you just call me a little spud ?”
Evan grinned at him and pointed across the street. “My car’s in there.”
Jesse swung into the parking garage. His gaze fell on a sleek black Ferrari backed into a parking space with the garage security guard standing watch over it from his truck.
Evan nodded toward the car. “That’s me. The Scaglietti 612.”
Jesse pulled near the Ferrari, though not too close for fear that even the reflection of his decrepit Ranger in the glossy paint would mar its beauty. His eyes moved over the flawless lines of the vehicles. “It’s beautiful.” He turned to Evan with a grin. “Now I’ll admit that what I’d really love to have someday is a Ferrari F430, dark blue.”
“That’s more like it.” Evan jumped
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