Page 39 of Daily Grind
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Bollocks.”
He was entirely unprepared for Brian stepping in and kissing him hard. Desire from his head to his toes. He tightened the grip on his camera so he didn’t drop the damn thing.
When Brian broke the kiss, he whispered “You’re so fucking hot, that’s why.”
“You too.” Rob breathed out the words, his pants too tight for public. Brian had taken to queer like a fish to water. Then again, he’d been that way all his life, so it made sense.
He’d acted similarly, until he’d gotten bloodied up on the street a few times. But the world had changed in twenty years. He prayed Brian never had to nurse physical wounds.
They all had mental ones, either from being out or in. Or both.
A whistle from the tour guide had them opening up a space. Rob glanced at his watch. Time was up.
They migrated back to the parking lot. After a final speech from the tour guide, she released them to their cars.
“You can stow your bag in the boot, if you’d like.” Better than at his feet in the front seat. He thumbed the fob and the hatch opened.
“Boot,” Brian said, mimicking the vowel sound. “You know, I can teach you proper Yinzer if ya’d like.”
Rob set his bag down and slipped his camera inside. “I’m not sure I can learn at my decrepit old age.”
“How old are you, anyway?”
They’d not discussed that yet, had they? “Forty.”
Brian snorted. “Not that old.” He placed his bag and camera in the boot, too.
“Older than you, I’d say.” Brian looked to be in his early to mid-thirties, though Rob had spied some lighter hairs on Brian’s head that were decidedlynotblond.
“Not by much,” Brian replied. “I’m thirty-eight.”
That was heartening. “So not robbing the cradle after all.”
Brian’s smile was wide. “Believe me, I certainly felt my age by Thursday afternoon.”
Ah, yes. After they had tussled that morning and Rob finally had gotten his mouth on just about every piece of Brian. He pulled open the driver’s door and looked over the top of the car. “That’s what you get for being a little snot in bed.” He climbed into the car.
Brian slid into the passenger’s seat. “Well, I guess I know how to get you to suck me off again.” There was that infuriatingly lovely smirk.
“Possibly.” He turned the engine over and pulled out of the lot. “We should have something besides each other for lunch.”
Brian stretched out his legs. “You did say Turkish earlier.”
Indeed he had. They headed back up Braddock into Regent Square and found a spot near the restaurant.
“Let’s grab our cameras and see what we got,” Brian said. “All your lovely art shots.”
Embarrassment rose. “I was just dabbling.” He waved the suggestion away. “You’re the one with the art background.”
“But that’s half the fun—scrolling through the roll right after. Could never do that with film.” Brian stood by the boot and stuck out his lip in a mock pout. “Pleeease?”
“Oh, get off,” Rob said, but he unlocked the boot, though every nerve twisted. He didn’t know if he was exhilarated or frightened. What if Brian hated the photos? Then again, he knew some of them were good. Curiosity overrode common sense and he grabbed his camera. “Fine.”
Damned if Brian didn’t bounce on his toes and blurt out something like “Heee!”
He closed the boot. God, this man. He wanted to press him up against the car and take that grinning mouth until they both were moaning. “Were you like this with your girlfriends?”
