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271 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 1, 2007
Summary: Gay romance erotica
Jamie Makepeace isn’t sure what to do with his work or his love life. Laid off at his job and at odds with his ultra-conservative boyfriend, Micah, he’s searching for something to fill the empty spots.
When he meets Ben Gallagher, a cake decorator, Jamie knows he’s found a friend. Taking a chance, Jamie turns to art for his new career, and Ben becomes his muse. He creates an entire show based on the man who is always there for him. The problem with Ben is that he’s been hurt by love in the past, and might not be willing to risk his friendship with Jamie for something more.
Can Ben get past his fear and see that all that Jamie has to offer before it’s too late?
Excerpt: "High school. A few times before Tris and I got married. And then not again until after the annulment--and I've never looked back." Jamie nodded against his chest, fingers entwined
between Ben's. Ben stroked his hair. "How old were you?"
"Fifteen."
"Just a baby," Ben teased.
"Old enough. A little bundle of hormones, that was me at fifteen. Every time somebody I found attractive touched me I thought I'd combust."
"Everybody's like that as a teenager."
"True. Me and my best friend--Rupert, that was his name--"
"Rupert?" He quietly laughed. "English people."
"Rupert. It's a perfectly good name. Anyway, we'd sneak off to snog behind the equipment shed between classes, or go to my flat to fool around because my parents were always gone. He was the first bloke to kiss me," he added, his expression nostalgic. "The first bloke to do a lot of things to me."
"What happened?"
"His mum caught us. We weren't actually fucking but we were in bed together and just in our underpants. She came back early from some school thing for one of his sisters and threw open the door and just started screaming that I was a pervert and to get out of her house and never talk
to her son again, and when I got home she'd called my parents to tell them."
Ben stroked his back, his expression somber.
After a few minutes Jamie said, "I haven't seen him since. I tried to call a few times but he never answered the phone and his family never let me talk to him. So I don't know what's happened to him. I’d like to think he's fabulously happy somewhere that's not Manchester."
"Not easy to be gay there, huh?"
"Nope. Not for kids our age, anyway. I mean, it's pretty urban and all but you have to know how to look after yourself, too. And in my school if there was even a whiff of difference about you people would set on you like hounds on a rabbit. And since I was artsy and small--" He sighed.
"You got set on."
"Yeah. And my father would tell me to fight back and I tried, and that just made it worse. If I'd been into sport instead of drawing, or even just taller... I was so fucking glad to get out of there."
"Nothing fucks you up like childhood." He hugged Jamie closer to him. Jamie made a soft sound. "Thanks." He kissed Ben briefly and lay his head down again.
Ben played with his hair. Ran his fingers down Jamie's jaw and along his chin, along his throat.
He pulled his hand away abruptly and crooked his arm under his head. "Sorry. I keep wanting to- -yeah."
Jamie opened his eyes when Ben moved his hand away, and raised his head again at Ben's words. "Keep wanting to touch me."
"Yeah. And as you keep reminding me, you're in a relationship. In love and all that."
"Yeah," Jamie whispered.
"And I like you."
He smiled and tapped his fingers on Ben's chest a moment. "You've mentioned that."
"And I don't fuck my friends."
It took Jamie a moment to realize what he meant, and then he said, "Oh," as he moved away from Ben's side.
"Hey." Ben sat up too. "Hey--Jamie--this is a good thing, right? We can be friends and the sex thing just gets--you know--put away. We don't have to think about it anymore. You know? We're just friends."
"Is that really what you want?"
Ben looked at him like he was an idiot. "No. But I am trying to respect the fact that you love that guy."
"Micah."
"Yeah, him."
"I do love him--but that hasn't stopped me from wanting you."
"Well," Ben said slowly, "then we ought to set some rules, I think. For example, my rule is I don't fuck my friends."
"So you'd rather sleep with some bloke you don't know than somebody you actually like."
"It's just sex, Jamie. It's not supposed to be meaningful."
"Oh," Jamie said again. "But you were married."
"Unhappily," he reminded him. "You can love somebody and have terrible sex with them. Or no sex at all. Who needs all that emotional garbage? I don't. I don't want it."
"I see."
"I mean, you've done it too, right? Cruising, one night stands, fucking a guy in a back room?"
"Of course I have--just not exclusively and not recently. I like being in a relationship."
Ben smoothed a wrinkle in the bedding and said nothing.
"They're not all like this," Jamie said. "Some of them--well, I'm sure there's people who have good relationships. And this will get better. Once Micah moves out of his parents' place and--well. We'll figure it out."
"Right," said Ben and gave an encouraging nod.
"So you've never been in love," Jamie said after a moment.
"Aside from Tris, no."
"That's too bad," Jamie said. Ben raised his eyebrows in curiosity and Jamie went on, "I mean, it seems to me like you've got a lot to give. You know?"
"Eight and a half inches," Ben said and smiled winningly.
"That's not what I mean and you know it."
"Well, define 'a lot,' then, Jamie. I have good sex, I'm not going to be coy about that. I like sex, I enjoy it, I'm good at it. Love is just--" He shook his head and looked away. "Love is a complication I don't want to bother with."
"Why? You don't think gay men can fall in love?"
Ben took a deep breath. "I am not self-loathing."
"Then what is it?" "Because I don't want--" His hand swept out in an all-encompassing gesture. "This. Waiting for somebody who's not going to show up, wondering where they are, what they're doing, why they're not with you, what's more important to them. I don't believe in putting my happiness in the hands of other people."
Jamie looked at his hands. "I see."
Ben leaned over and picked up his shoes. "I'll go."
"Only if you want to," Jamie said, meeting his eyes, and Ben dropped his shoes and wrapped himself around Jamie again.
"I don't. I don't want to go."