My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE. There will be some instances/scenes/suggestions of sexual acts and will portray gay relationships between males AND will make allusion of an incestuous relationship between brothers. If you do...
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Gage
All Gage felt was loss. Loss and lost as he took tired footsteps into the apartment he shared with his boyfriend Terry after literally running from his childhood home. He just couldn't stay another two minutes under that cloak of grief. He couldn't. It hurts so much being there in that house and not expect his dad to walk in and yell 'JOKE'.
But Gage knew that would never fucking happen, today was the final day of his father's wake and tomorrow he and his mother would lay his father's casket in the ground. James March the Second was gone forever.
Dead.....
Gage decided he would take a bath and snuggle in bed until Terry came home. He really wished Terry was home so that Terry could hold him through his tears that never seem to stop. Sometimes he hated Terry's job for this exact reason, not having the man there when he wants him, a bit selfish but Gage felt he had a right to be so.
Quietly Gage unlocked the apartment door and took off his shoes. His eyes hurt from crying two days straight. He leaned against the door to get a gulp of air whilst forcing down fresh tears. Gosh, why does this hurt so much?
Shrugging off his jacket he padded to the bedroom and froze at the vision before him. Closing his eyes for a moment he reopened them.
There lay the man he loves wrapped around another. Their legs tangled together, chest pressed against back, arm around waist. The intimate act of sharing a bed like this tore through Gage like a jagged knife ripping apart his heart.
"You never held me like this" Gage whispered. Whenever he and Terry made love Terry would extricate himself and roll over to his side of the bed; which they haven't done in three months. Oh god! Gage thought, three months.
How could Terry do this?
It hurt Gage to see with his own two eyes that the man he loves was capable of showing affection, just not to him. Taking a shuddering breath Gage wonders how he could have missed the signs. Were there even signs? Questions flew through his mind. How long? Where did they meet? Did they use protection?
Gage slid down the now closed door and stared at them. Tears streaming, strength leaving. He just sat there and watched while Terry held the boy. The subtle tightening of his arm around the boy's waist whenever he shifted pulling him even closer to his chest.
Gage didn't flinch when Terry moved, eyes opening and looking down at his bed partner with more love than he ever received in the entire year of their relationship.
"Fuck! Gage! What are you doing here?" Terry shouts in surprise upon seeing Gage looking at them from his seat on the floor. If it were any other day Gage would have had a comeback even before Terry finished his sentence, maybe he would have said 'I don't know, I live here'as sarcastically as possible and tossed Terry out on his ass together with the slut but then again...
