Alfred felt so very light headed. Almost dizzy really. And his vision was starting to blur. He knew he could be a lightweight about booze but he had only had one glass.
He tried to focus his attention better. He could see Dave..... Dear God, was he trying to actually kiss him...... Dear God no. He couldn't stand the man.
" Dave.... Dave ..... Stop." He tried to push him away but it felt like he was just swatting at a pesky fly or something.
Then he saw someone coming into the study. He tried to focus his blurry eyes. Who was it ?
Gerald......
It was Gerald and for the first time since they had met he looked angry. Very angry. His face was incredibly red. His hands were curling and uncurling into fists.
" David, get your bloody damn hands off my man ," Gerald said in a rough and unusual for him voice. He approached them and reached out to snatch Dave off of him. Alfred was glad about that. And he was getting really turned on about Gerald being so.... so.... so forceful. Gerald was usually so gentle in all aspects of his life and especially with him. Sometimes Alfred would wonder what he would be like..... this way. He liked it.
Dave pleaded," Uncle, it wasn't me. It was.... It was..... him. He put the moves on me. He said he was a little curious. I think he's a bit of a nympo sex addict. "
Gerald threw his nephew against the wall and Dave groaned at the impact. And he really groaned when Gerald's fist hit his face. Then again. And again.
Alfred widened his out of focus eyes at what he was seeing. " Gerald.... honey..... don't..... please. "
He tried to stand up and grab his walker to get to Gerald before he really hurt Dave. Not that he cared about Dave. It was only about Gerald. But with his head still woozy he was even more unsteady than usual and he, as usual, began to fall onto the floor.
Out of the corner of his eye Gerald saw Alfred which had him backing off of his nephew. He pointed a finger at Dave who looked actually scared and uncertain. " Get out. Get out of my house. Now. I don't care where you go. Just go. Go to one of your many friends. "
Ignoring Dave after that, he went to help Alfred up from the floor. He was instantly concerned as he noted his partner's glazed eyes and goofy grin.
He turned back to Dave who was trying to exit the room without being seen anymore. " What's wrong with him? What did you do to him ? Tell me ! "
Dave shrugged. " Just a little rohypnol I got from a friend. He will be fine. He only had a little in a glass of wine. Just let him sleep it off. "He began to walk off before looking back at his uncle tending to Alfred. " Pity. He's actually very rich, uncle. Now I know what you see in him. "
Gerald practically growled ," Get out ! "
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ODDS OF LOVE SEASON TWELVE
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera about disabled math genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC Metro area.