Coming soon: The Lovers in Rossford

[ChrisGibson]

The knock on the door made Sheridan hope it was either
Mathan or Meredith. So much had been going on, and it was
almost as if his friends’ tragedy had been sidelined by the rest
of life. As long as Meredith had been living here, in Rossford,
they had been friends. And now it seemed like she had gone
off the deep end.
Really, she wasn’t over Robin Netteson, and Sheridan
blamed Robin everyday. He remembered the night when he’d
had sex with her to make her feel better. How strange it had
been, like fucking a sister, like doing something he felt violated
by. He didn’t let his mind stay there. There were so many
unsafe places in his mind where he refused to go.
But it was Logan at the door, and Logan seemed to him
bigger than ever. He had turned away from Logan, and he
thought Logan had turned away from him.
“Can I come in?”
“You told me to get the fuck out.”
“You tried to make me feel ashamed of myself,” Logan
said. “You tried to make me hate myself, because you were
hating yourself.”
Sheridan just opened the door wider and let him come in.
“You got on the net, and you dug up things. You know my
life. You know everything I do. We met when you were
working for Casey. How can you possibly tell me the reason
you don’t want to be with me is because of what I am, and
then try to make me hate myself for what I am?”
“No one’s trying to make you hate yourself.”
“You’re such bullshit, Sheridan,” Logan went on. “Total
bullshit. And what would you rather have me do? Hook on the
streets?”

“You could try normal work.”
Logan blinked at him.
“Oh, really? Oh, don’t even!
“You know what?” Logan said. “I’m tired of apologizing to
the world. You know? For years I have rationalized my work in
my head. I’m always explaining to myself all of these people
who would hate me if they had so much as a fucking clue as to
what I did, and you know what? Fuck it.
“I hate normal work. I would rather do what I do than
work behind a fucking desk all week for what I make in one
film. I’m not ashamed of it, Sheridan! Even when I was a
prostitute… Hell, people whore themselves out everyday! They
sell their bodies for bullshit work. I fuck and get fucked by
really hot guys, and I get to be a hot guy, and why should I
have to explain that to anybody? Everybody would do it if they
could.”
“I wouldn’t.”
Logan cocked his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at
Sheridan. He could have said something withering, and
Sheridan was waiting for him to. Always, in their relationship,
Sheridan’s view of his own body in comparison to Logan’s had
been an issue. Logan was perfect, because he had to be.
Sheridan felt ordinary and insignificant next to him until Logan
would run the back of his hand across his skin and, looking
over him judge: “Perfect.” And then Sheridan would become
perfect.
But Logan only said: “What the fuck do you want from
me?”
“If we’re having sex…”
“And we are.”
“Yes! How can I say that I am having sex, behind Chay’s
back, with someone who essentially is having sex, for a living,
in front of my face. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“It’s my job.”
“It doesn’t make any sense,” Sheridan repeated.
“What I do with other men is nothing like what I do with
you. We’ve been through this before,” Logan said. “You’ve
worked at the studio. You know the whole thing. What we do
is so different.”
“But it isn’t,” Sheridan’s voice sounded like it was pleading.
“If I… had a ten inch cock, four inches wide, and I wanted
to fuck you…”
“That could not possibly happen, and I don’t know what
you’re talking about.”
“If you were shooting a movie it would happen, and you
would take it, and I would give it to you, and it wouldn’t matter
if it hurt or not, or if I cared if I was hurting you. That makes it
different. You know it does.”
Sheridan moved in a half circle around the bed and sat
down on the edge of it.
“I can’t believe we’re having this discussion,” Logan said.
“I can’t believe we’re still having it after all these years,”
Sheridan told him.
“Did you think I would stop?”
“Yes!” Sheridan said. “Chay’s dad stopped for James! Paul
stopped for Kirk. Or something like that. I thought you would
stop. And how could it ever work with us if you didn’t? Casey
never stopped for anyone. That’s why he’s still alone. It just
can’t work. I though I knew you’d end it one day.”
Logan looked like he was making some decision, getting
ready to say something. He was twisting his hands together.
Finally he sat down and sat, “If I told you that I was going to
stop. If I told you I don’t like to make promises, but I’m doing
modeling so I can eventually get out of porn and escorting
altogether, what then? I mean, I want to do other things. I’ve
been modeling. For gay magazines, so its still raunchy. But I
like it. I like myself, Sheridan. But… I would give up parts of
myself. Would that change things?”
Sheridan looked miserable. His face was red, but he wasn’t
crying. He was shaking his head.
“What do you want?” Logan said. “I’ll get up and leave, I
swear. But just tell me if you want to be with me. Or if you
want to be with Chay? I could be happy if he could be happy
sharing you. But I don’t think he will.”
Sheridan’s head hung and he shook it in agreement.
“So me?” Logan asked. “Or Chay?”
“You,” Sheridan said, miserably. “I love you.”

 

[CharmedFan28]

I am excited for this story and the preview has me intrigued! I look forward to it!

 

[ChrisGibson]

intrigue is the whole point. That,and to remind you Rossford is still out there. I did not mean for that creepy sticker to be posted, and don't know how to get it off, though.

 

[ChrisGibson]

Having two fathers, Dylan Mesda always assumed he would be
gay. After all, the closest thing he had to a sister had two
mothers and a gay father. And when he went to school, Dylan
also realized that things that came naturally to his mind, the
words would naturally fall out of his mouth, were not
welcomed. Coming to eleven, reaching twelve, he knew the
way he felt about Ruthven, and he knew the way he felt about
the tall, high foreheaded Lance Bishop.

Lance Bishop’s family had locks on everything, and a
control on the computer as well as controls on the television.
Everything was a world of thou shalt nots. Dylan didn’t know
anything about that. Everything was open to him, but now he
began to realize that some of the things that were open to him
must have been powerful. They must have been so dangerous
that the Bishops shut them off from their son. One night,
staying up late at Tom’s house, he stumbled across the first of
the dangerous things, startled by the man and the woman
undressing. It was a foreign film on cable, not porn. He sat in
the night darkened room, growing stiff as a board as he
watched them make love, saw the man’s naked buttocks as he
slid in and out of her, and her thighs twisted around him.
Hands involuntarily in his pajama pants, he pressed himself to
the pile of blankets he’d made and lightly humped it until he
felt asleep.

“Chay, can you show me sex?”
“Show you what?”

Chay sits up while Dylan explains, “Well, you work for
Casey, right?”
“I worked for Casey.”
“Didn’t he used to be your boyfriend?”
“Yes, and it used to be a secret,” Chay told him.
“Well,” Dylan disregarded this, “I just want to know what
you know about sex. Or about porn. Or about any of it. I want
to see it.”
Chay stood up. He was the same height as Dylan now,
though Dylan was only twelve.
“Hold on.” He put out a finger.
Dylan noticed all sorts of new things about Chay now,
about how, even though they were the same size, Chay had a
man’s body, about the way Chay’s faded jeans fit to that body.
He imagined that if he touched them, if he ran his hands over
them, the fabric would be so soft.

A moment later Sheridan came out and Chay said, “We just
want to know what brought this on.”
Sheridan shook his head, “Growing up brought it on, Chay.
Dill’s got feelings and stuff, and he’s curious.”
See, yes! Sheridan understood him.
“Sheridan, how old were you?”
“When I had feelings like you’re having?”
“No, when you started having sex.”
Sheridan went red. Dylan could pick up on his discomfort.
He added, “My cousin Ruthven—who isn’t really my cousin—
he says that there are kids he knows who are thirteen who are
already doing it.”
“Dylan, have you talked to your parents? I mean either one
of them?” Sheridan said. “They would both tell you what you
need to know.”
“One thing you need to know is thirteen is too young,”
Chay said.
“Oh, I know,” Dylan said, quickly, though privately he had
been thinking about how close he was to thirteen, and how it
might not be that young at all.
“And fifteen is too,” Sheridan added. “And eighteen.
There’s something to be said for being a grown up. That’s
really the ideal time to even worry about all of this. Not when
you’re still a kid.”
“Were you a grown up?” Dylan asked.
When neither one of them said anything, Dylan said, “I
know you weren’t. I’m not stupid. Everybody thinks they can
keep me in the dark.”
“Dylan, no one’s trying to keep you in the dark. We’re all
just trying to protect you.”
“Well, stop trying to protect me,” Dylan said. “And start
telling me the truth.”
They were both very quiet, and Chay and Sheridan looked
at each other. Then Sheridan said, “No, I won’t tell you the
truth. Because there’s no way you’ll understand it.”
Dylan opened his mouth, but Sheridan put up his hand.
“You might be a little too like us,” he continued. “We were
fast. I was fast. You didn’t ask anyone else about this but us,
did you?”
Dylan shook his head.
“I could tell you to slow down and not be stupid, Dylan.
You’re smart and you’re curious and you would break your
parents hearts if they knew you were running around doing
stuff.”
“I’m not running around doing anything!”
“But you want to,” Sheridan said.

 

[CharmedFan28]

Another great preview! I am excited to see where the lives of all these characters have progressed to.