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wouldn’t be looking at him like that .
    “Want to get dessert?” Christopher asked, his stomach
fluttering when Jesse grinned and nodded.
     

Chapter Five

    J ESSE
OPENED HIS MOUTH, BUT Christopher put a finger to his lips. “Shh, don’t
talk. Wait a minute.”
    Jesse wasn’t sure where they were going, or why they needed
to be quiet, but after Christopher made a show of double checking that the side
path by the grist mill was still empty, he grabbed Jesse’s hand and pulled him
through the rhododendron bushes. Jesse ducked low so as not to get hit in the
face by branches as Christopher pushed on ahead.
    On the other side, Jesse found himself up close and personal
with the side of the mill. The gray wood looked almost fuzzy in the moonlight,
and the sound of the water slap-slapping as the wheel turned struck him as
somehow sensual.
    “What are we—”
    Christopher hushed him again and whispered, “Trust me.”
    Jesse flashed back to a time in Prague when he’d followed a
guy he’d met in a club through the city’s winding streets, unable to
communicate with him since he spoke no Czech and the man spoke almost no
English. In the end, he’d found himself on his knees in an alley beside a
church, sucking the guy’s cock like his life depended on it, while the man
whispered a foreign word that sounded like, “Trust, trust…” over and over.
    Jesse recalled the thrill of swallowing the man’s cum, of
shooting his own over his hand as he’d jerked himself off, and the man’s gentle
kiss when he’d deposited Jesse outside of the night club again before walking
away. Marcy had been so pissed he’d gone off alone with a stranger. Brent, her
boyfriend at the time, hadn’t been impressed either.
    Jesse swallowed hard, remembering those days as remarkably
easy. It hadn’t been long after that when Marcy had sent Brent packing, and
shortly thereafter things had changed between him and Marcy too. But he wasn’t
going to think about Marcy right now. Not tonight. Not here with Christopher.
    “This way,” Christopher whispered.
    He led Jesse toward the slowly revolving water wheel. The
grist mill had been part of Smoky Mountain Dreams for as long as Jesse could
remember. The gingerbread and cookies had been one of the big draws of the park
when he was a kid, back when it had been still mostly a craft fair rather than
the full-fledged amusement park it was now. As an adult he rarely came to Smoky
Mountain Dreams without taking home a loaf of gingerbread to enjoy over his
morning coffee.
    “Down here,” Christopher said, ducking just behind the wheel
and through a well-hidden door beneath the mill.
    Jesse followed him, keeping silent as instructed since they
clearly weren’t supposed to be here. Underneath the grist mill, it was
surprisingly dry given how close they were to the pond and the splash of the
water wheel. It was also tall enough to stand fully upright, though it was
incredibly dark, and Jesse couldn’t see Christopher in the pitch black.
    Suddenly there was a small burst of brightness, and Christopher’s
face was visible above a flashlight on a key ring. “Dessert is straight ahead,”
he said, gesturing with the beam at a set of wooden stairs that led up about
half a flight to a door which obviously went into the mill and the bakery
inside.
    Carefully, Jesse followed Christopher up the stairs, feeling
each riser with his foot before taking the step. “They just leave it unlocked?”
he asked.
    “Nope. But I’ve got the key.”
    “Why?” Jesse asked.
    “Because I asked nicely.”
    Jesse scoffed, but Christopher turned the key in the lock
and opened the door. Jesse followed him through.
    “Here, let me…” Christopher reached past Jesse, and a low
light flickered on, just enough that the room was safe to traverse. There were
still looming shadows. Christopher locked the door again behind them.
    They had entered by the millworks themselves, and Jesse took
a moment to run his eyes over the