Joe Jacobs answered the very insistent knocking at his front door and was hit by several differing emotions as he saw exactly who was standing on his front porch.
Winston Arnett. The one man that he wished he had never met. The one man that opened thoughts in his head that had no business being there. The only man who actually had ever made him consider something other than one night stands of casual meaningless sex. Not even DuBuis Lane had inspired thoughts like that.
Winston Arnett. Closeted self hating daddy's boy bastard.
" What do you fucking want? ," he retorted sharply right before Winston shoved him back into the house and directly up against the wall of his hallway. Their lips met in a frenzied passion filled kiss that had Joe thinking of a life he had no right to be thinking about. As he devoured the liquor tinged lips of the assistant state's attorney Joe Jacobs closed his eyes and dreamed.
" I want you," Winston whispered hoarsely and it was edged with a strong level of disgust and loathing mixed with desire and want. " I hate you for making me feel this way."
" Shut up and fuck me. "
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DuBuis Lane looked over at his sleeping husband who was finally back where he belonged. In their own bed. In his arms. As he pressed a kiss to the man's forehead he pulled Spencer closer and silently vowed to never give him another reason to leave again.
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As Melinda snored on the sofa as the Washington Commanders game played on the TV in the living room Faith curled up in her bed and texted a woman who smelled like bad news in more than one way but she couldn't seem to keep away from. Penelope Perkins Hightower. The supposedly straight Penelope Perkins Hightower.
Gerald Hightower's wife.
Pamela's cousin who reminded her of Pamela but yet in some ways didn't.
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Nigel laughed as his overprotective husband draped a thick warm blanket over his body as he sat on the sofa. Then Richard took his place beside him and pulled him closer as they settled down to watch Beauty and the Beast on the TV with Rebecca cross legged on the carpeted floor at their feet.
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Angel watched Top Model reruns on the TV in his hospital room but he was not really into his favorite show. His thoughts were all about the one man he wished he had stayed in the past where he belonged.
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London England
Lewis Norland held the bottle of aspirin that he had taken from the medicine cabinet in the nurse's office when she was not looking. He pressed it against his cheek and closed his eyes.
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ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON EIGHT
General FictionThe ongoing Washington DC based soap opera about the lives of disabled math genius Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane and his doctor husband DuBuis Lane as well as their family and friends. This is Season Eight of the regular serial drama.
