Page 65 of Let Leaves Lay Where They Fall

“I just cut his hair yesterday. Don’t worry, he didn’t spill the tea. His roommate told me a week ago.” He giggles.

Nathan notices his hulking silver daddy husband coming their way through the crowd. Dress in all white. Another T-shirt so thin it might as well not be there. Maybe he buys those in bulk? Gold barbells piercing bulbous nipples poke the fabric. He has a gold wire halo attached to his head by a glittering gold headband. If he flexes those muscles that entire outfit might shred and fall to the floor.

“Marcus! Marcus. This is Jamie’s beau, Nathan.”

“Ahh yes. From the clinic?” He holds out a massive veiny hand to shake.

Nathan might be swooning a bit.

“Yes!” Tommy shouts over the sudden rise in thumping dance music from the next room. “Where is our Jamie?”

“He’s tending to a drunk friend in the bathroom. I’ve got to go find them.” Nathan holds the drinks in the air.

Marcus nods.

“Come back to us when you find him.” Tommy speaks in Nathan’s ear and pinches his butt.

Doctor Nathan laughs. “We will.” He winks at the pair.

Tommy fans the air in front of his face and laughs.

Nathan weaves back through the crowd, careful not to spill the drinks in his hands. There’s a line against the wall in the hall, waiting to get into a single door. He recognizes a familiar face. The bartender from Truffle is second in line.

“Hey.” He taps the bronzed god in gladiator costume with a rim of a red plastic cup. “Are Jamie and Molly still in there?”

He shrugs and carries on chatting with a cute blonde twink in sexy bunny attire. Matching white ears, bikini briefs with a cotton tail attached and furry boots.

He’d expect these skimpy costumes back in the Vegas desert, but it’s freezing here in Maine. Then again. The queers love Halloween for the annual excuse to slut it up.

He moves past the line of people, further down the hall and around a corner. Stairs lead to the second floor. When he reaches the landing at the top he calls down the hall. “Jamie?”

The cutie’s head pops out of the second door down. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Happy to be reunited amongst the chaos.

“I was just about to come find you. She’s passed out. We can let her sleep it off.” Jamie closes the door softly.

Nathan passes him the rum and diet cola. Sipping his own punch. “Oh, here. She’ll need it when she wakes up.” He hands Jamie the water from his pocket.

Jamie slips back into the dark room.

“Are you hungry? There’s quite the spread in the kitchen.”

“I’m good.” Jamie soft closes the door again. “It’s so hot in here.”

“I think they’re probably keeping all the naked guests warm.”

They both giggle.

Jamie nods toward the stairs. Scooting around Nathan. Their torsos press together for a moment.

The desire to pin the cutie against the wall and taste those lips is strong. Hopefully later.

The pair descend and sidestep past the bartender pinning the blonde twink against the wall.

Like that.

“Hey Seb.” Jamie grabs a glance at bronzed butt cheeks peeking from under the tiniest leather pteruge. Thick muscular legs peppered in dark curly hair and wrapped in leather straps. “Hey Colin.”

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