Brody in their everyday lives as well. But apparently Zak’s heart was leading the way.
Lark felt a kernel of hope grow inside him.
But for now, he decided to back off. Whatever was happening was subtle and fragile and he didn’t want to push it right now.
“It’s not that at all, Zak. I don’t see Brody as a new toy to play with, I promise.”
Zak studied him for a long time and Lark held his eyes steadfastly, not looking away for a moment. He had to make Zak see how very serious he was about his last words. Lark couldn’t explain it, exactly, but he knew that this was more important to him—to them—than a game or play time. That Brody mattered to them. That this was going to be one of the most important moments of their lives.
Finally, Zak simply nodded. Whatever he had been looking for in Lark’s eyes, he had obviously found.
Zak’s shoulders relaxed and his voice returned to its normal, calm cadence.
Lark sighed in relief at having past the impromptu test.
“Let’s go home.”
Lark nodded, suddenly more tired than he could ever remember being. He just wanted to cuddle up in bed with Zak and sleep for a week. It had been a long, frustrating few days, and it didn’t look like there was going to be any quick, easy answers anytime soon. But as much as sleep called to him, he knew it would be a long time coming. His brain was already playing this evening over and over in his mind, and a certain wide-eyed, hunky kitchen-hand took centre stage. It was just a pity he’d exited stage left. Lark wouldn’t mind cuddling up against Brody, too.
Chapter Five
Brody hefted the heavy bag of groceries he held in one hand and tightened his grip on the little chemist’s bag he clutched in the other. He knew he was being paranoid, but consciously feeling the weight of the medicine in his hand reassured him. He didn’t want Wolf to go without, but if he accidently lost the little bag and its expensive contents he wouldn’t be able to replace it. At least, not this month.
Happy that he had everything well in hand, he turned to begin the long trek back to the apartment when he heard someone calling out his name.
“Brody! Hey, Brody!”
Lark. Brody closed his eyes. He’d lain awake half the night worrying about what he was going to say, and he still didn’t know.
Fuck!He wasn’t ready for this. He’d thought he had at least a few more hours to sort out the confusing mess from last night and come up with something before he had to face Lark and Zak again. Now, as he stood frozen to the spot, the small bag of Wolf’s medicine dangling from one hand and a heavy bag of groceries in the other, he felt like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.
He couldn’t seem to wrap his head around his intense, needy reaction to Zak and Lark. And discovering that they might actually welcome his attraction only added to his confusion.
Still, as Lark raced up—his sweet, infectious smile lighting up his face—Brody couldn’t help but be glad to see him. His heart rate ratcheted up another few notches and his breath hitched at how hot the man was, and how truly pleased he seemed to be to see Brody. It warmed Brody right through, even as he tried frantically to think of a way to get away without seeming rude.
I’m such a mess.And confusion wasn’t the worst of it. Somewhere deep down, in a part of himself he tried desperately to deny, Brody was pretty sure he could fall hard and fast for this beautiful man and his gorgeous lover.
“Hi, Brody! How are things going?”
“Fine,” was all Brody managed to get out without tripping over his tongue as he took in Lark’s tight Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
pants and plain white shirt that moulded to his small but well-defined chest.
Well, that was good, he thought sarcastically. So articulate, and now he was hard enough to pound nails.
Thank goodness he’d put on his tightest jeans. At least there was some hope
Lark felt a kernel of hope grow inside him.
But for now, he decided to back off. Whatever was happening was subtle and fragile and he didn’t want to push it right now.
“It’s not that at all, Zak. I don’t see Brody as a new toy to play with, I promise.”
Zak studied him for a long time and Lark held his eyes steadfastly, not looking away for a moment. He had to make Zak see how very serious he was about his last words. Lark couldn’t explain it, exactly, but he knew that this was more important to him—to them—than a game or play time. That Brody mattered to them. That this was going to be one of the most important moments of their lives.
Finally, Zak simply nodded. Whatever he had been looking for in Lark’s eyes, he had obviously found.
Zak’s shoulders relaxed and his voice returned to its normal, calm cadence.
Lark sighed in relief at having past the impromptu test.
“Let’s go home.”
Lark nodded, suddenly more tired than he could ever remember being. He just wanted to cuddle up in bed with Zak and sleep for a week. It had been a long, frustrating few days, and it didn’t look like there was going to be any quick, easy answers anytime soon. But as much as sleep called to him, he knew it would be a long time coming. His brain was already playing this evening over and over in his mind, and a certain wide-eyed, hunky kitchen-hand took centre stage. It was just a pity he’d exited stage left. Lark wouldn’t mind cuddling up against Brody, too.
Chapter Five
Brody hefted the heavy bag of groceries he held in one hand and tightened his grip on the little chemist’s bag he clutched in the other. He knew he was being paranoid, but consciously feeling the weight of the medicine in his hand reassured him. He didn’t want Wolf to go without, but if he accidently lost the little bag and its expensive contents he wouldn’t be able to replace it. At least, not this month.
Happy that he had everything well in hand, he turned to begin the long trek back to the apartment when he heard someone calling out his name.
“Brody! Hey, Brody!”
Lark. Brody closed his eyes. He’d lain awake half the night worrying about what he was going to say, and he still didn’t know.
Fuck!He wasn’t ready for this. He’d thought he had at least a few more hours to sort out the confusing mess from last night and come up with something before he had to face Lark and Zak again. Now, as he stood frozen to the spot, the small bag of Wolf’s medicine dangling from one hand and a heavy bag of groceries in the other, he felt like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights.
He couldn’t seem to wrap his head around his intense, needy reaction to Zak and Lark. And discovering that they might actually welcome his attraction only added to his confusion.
Still, as Lark raced up—his sweet, infectious smile lighting up his face—Brody couldn’t help but be glad to see him. His heart rate ratcheted up another few notches and his breath hitched at how hot the man was, and how truly pleased he seemed to be to see Brody. It warmed Brody right through, even as he tried frantically to think of a way to get away without seeming rude.
I’m such a mess.And confusion wasn’t the worst of it. Somewhere deep down, in a part of himself he tried desperately to deny, Brody was pretty sure he could fall hard and fast for this beautiful man and his gorgeous lover.
“Hi, Brody! How are things going?”
“Fine,” was all Brody managed to get out without tripping over his tongue as he took in Lark’s tight Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
pants and plain white shirt that moulded to his small but well-defined chest.
Well, that was good, he thought sarcastically. So articulate, and now he was hard enough to pound nails.
Thank goodness he’d put on his tightest jeans. At least there was some hope
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