Page 15 of Let Leaves Lay Where They Fall

According to the racy chat, he’d been the one to contact Jamie first and the salacious scene unfolded from there.

“Oh my god!” Clapping a hand over his own mouth. Scrolling through the embarrassment. Pausing to ogle the pics traded his way. He’d been quite the little trollop in chat with the horned-up daddy.

Jamie would never share such raw photos of himself, especially nudes! What the hell is happening? His face is red hot with shame for the indecent behavior. Deleting the entire conversation and setting his phone away on the side table. Wishing he hadn't gone looking. Better yet, that he hadn’t drunk out of control.

The pungent aroma of coffee floats in the air. Had Andrew heard anything last night? Hopefully not!

Jamie slips into morning sweats and an old henley tee. The hall is clear. Bladder aching so bad he can barely stay upright. He takes long strides to the bathroom. Pissing feels better than an orgasm.

The mirror is vicious this morning. Hair pokes in every direction. Had he been doing headstands last night? Eyes red and glossed over. How many drinks did he have? A big purple bruise on his right shoulder triggers the memory of slamming against the frame of his bedroom door, stumbling with the plate of cucumber sandwiches in hand.

He splashes his face with warm tap water and smoothes his hair down with damp hands.

Andrew is on his usual perch, sipping a creamy brew and watching a gray dove stare in at him from the windowsill. Startled and flying off when Jamie rounds the corner, catching his toe on the leg of the fridge and grumbling. He collects his mug from the drying rack and pours the usual. Two sweetener packets and a dollop of cream.

“You okay?” Andrew holds back giggling.

“Mhmm.” Jamie turns around, leaning back on the counter, crossing one ankle over the other, holding his mug just under his nose. Closing his eyes and inhaling the steamy vigor.

“Oh! Did we have an eventful night?” Andrew’s brows lift and eyes widen, taking in Jamie’s state.

“I don’t even know.” He blows and sips.

“Whatever went down. I hope it helped?” Andrew snickers.

“Definitely not.” Jamie forces a chuckle at himself. Dying inside.

“Coffee makes it better.” His squint blue eyes sparkle when he smiles. “Drink up.” He finishes typing with both thumbs on his phone and a text message whooshes off to the receiver.

“What are your plans for today?” Another sip.

“I’ve got an appointment with Tommy for a haircut. He’s back at the salon today. Now he’s fully recovered. Thanks to my magic soup.” Sparkly blue wink.

That explains the glow and extra pep this morning. Soup delivery must have been more than just lunch yesterday? Jamie snorts on his next sip. “I need to set up an appointment myself.” Running fingers through his damp hair. “This mop is getting out of control.”

“Come with me if you want? He can always fit you in. I’m going over at 10.” Andrew waves a hand over his shoulder, flipping an imaginary wig.

Tommy loves to flirt with everyone, but especially Jamie. Getting his kicks at making a shy introvert squirm.

Jamie laughs. “No no. I’ll go online this morning and set something up. When I’m less of a wreck.” He rubs two fingers against his temple, attempting to squelch the pain his laugh brought on. “I’ve got a thing to do here before work tonight.” To find Dave and ask what in hell his problem is?

Andrew shrugs and drinks up the last drop. Getting up to refill his mug and taking his seat again. His phone chimes an incoming text. The message inspires a wide grin and soft flush across his cheeks. Those blues sparkle a bit brighter as he thumbs down a reply. Whoosh.

Jamie smiles and raises a brow when their eyes connect again. Eager to hear some juicy tea.

Andrew glows but doesn’t offer to share. They both have their little secrets it seems.

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After Andrew heads off for his haircut and the apartment is quiet. Jamie fires up the old laptop on his tiny desk. He taps the letters spelling out “Dave or David, Nurse, Portland Maine.” Being the only information he has to go on.

The search engine produces a couple of links to social media pages but clicking them just leads to unfamiliar profile photos. Then a long scroll of useless articles.

He pulls up the Hospital website and browses the staff page. No sign of Dave there either. Did he just imagine the whole encounter?

Then it dawns on him! Create a new Gaydr profile, which wouldn’t be blocked and contact him in stealth. He pulls up the site, logging out of his current profile and clicking the link to start a new one.

Filling in the necessary information, similar but still a stretch from his own and adding a random picture of the blonde model he wished he resembled from the web’s data bank. Once the system approved BlondeBuck69, the hunt was on!

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