Short Order

Recent graduate Dr. Fenton Miller takes December off to decide which job offer to accept. Then he meets his landlord, sous chef John Barton. Suddenly, thinking about his career becomes his last priority. A better option might be a month-long roll between the sheets with John. While John is attracted to Fen and might even agree to his plan, John has got more pressing matters to worry about. His past has arrived in tiny Stone Acres from San Francisco and is intent on sucking him back into a life he hated. Promising to help John and shelter him if necessary, Fen finds he's also being threatened by a homophobic father who doesn't find Fen as entertaining as his kids do. As they wade through their problems during the happiest time of the year, Fen and John rely more and more on each other for happiness.

Pat Henshaw · LGBT+

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Chapter 9

“And I smell like a pot roast.” He got up and started clearing the plates and utensils. Ordinarily, I would have helped, but I couldn’t move. It occurred to me I was going to have to go outside and get my ass up the stairs in order to be home. Then I drifted.

“Look, before you go I have to warn you.” His voice startled me awake. I took a deep breath and smacked my lips as the room came into focus.

“What? Sorry. I dozed off.” I stood slowly, getting my bearings. “I should get home. I still have to shower. Thanks for the great meal.”

He moved next to me and put an arm around my waist. “You’re welcome. Let me help you upstairs.”

I nodded and put my arm over his shoulder.

As we tackled the stairs, I tilted into him like I was drunk, only I wasn’t. Just so fucking tired. His body felt wonderful next to mine. I could snuggle and sleep on him.

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