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.None of that another man could give.None of that another soul would dream to give.In the end, Heath always lost the argument… even when Lachlan’s more infuriating side chose to come out.Such as…“Are those cinder blocks?” Lachlan asked with an inquisitive labrador’s tilt to his head.Heath bit back the need to pet him.“Yes, those are cinder blocks.” He crossed his arms over his chest trying his best to exude extreme confidence in his bedroom furnishing choices.It was the first time Lachlan had set foot in Heath’s one bedroom efficiency.It was quickly turning into a hell of a mistake.While the screenwriter was hardly a snob, he continually thought Heath deserved better than he allowed himself.Slowly, Lachlan bent down, peering across the miniscule room like it was some vast sea and land had just been sighted portside.“Your bed, your twin bed, is sitting on cinder blocks.”Heath hitched up one shoulder.It was all the shrug the land-lubbing bastard was going to get.“Cinder block?” Lachlan repeated slowly.The concept of a makeshift bedframe apparently was beyond his imaginative capabilities.Yanking him up by the scruff of his neck, Heath muttered, no doubt further disgusting his sensibilities.“Yes and there’s a board of plywood there too.Way better for the back than box springs.”“Why?” Lachlan asked, the picture of stark bewilderment.“I like to keep my options for fucking a two ton gorilla open.” Heath openly smirked.Ignoring the sarcasm altogether, Lachlan turned serious and plaintive all in the same frown.“I know what you charge.I know how many hours you work.You can afford better than this.” He jerked a hand toward the bedroom, another toward the efficiency kitchen not more than five feet away.Heath fought the urge to blow the whole discussion off as some kind of joke.He decided to answer honestly.“Not if I want to win custody of my brother.”Even though Lachlan had known this, seeing it apparently was a whole other matter.Finally, he put words to his awe, “Everything you do is for him.”“Isn’t that a song?” Uncomfortable, Heath tried to joke it off.“Some variation of one, yeah,” Lachlan answered distractedly.There were other things on his mind.“You didn’t answer the question.”“That was a question?” Damning the unease, Heath met him straight in the eyes.“Apparently it wasn’t.” Lachlan grabbed a handful of Heath’s t-shirt and yanked the man in for a long and quite dirty kiss.“Like I told you before, I admire you.There’s not a lot of people to truly admire in this town.”“You’d do the same,” Heath replied knowing that it was the truth.Lachlan surprised him by shaking his head.“I don’t know if I would.I don’t think anybody can know what they’re going to do in a situation like that until their faced head on with it.” Lachlan, as always, tried to find a good side to it.“In a way, you’re lucky.You get to see how strong you really are.” Even Lachlan winced a little as he said it.“That’s bullshit.” Heath agreed wholeheartedly with the wince.Wanting to change the subject into something far more enjoyable, he admitted, “But the idea of testing my metal does have a certain appeal to it.”“I am not a two ton gorilla,” Lachlan argued as Heath led him the three feet to the cinder block bed.“Point noted.” The acknowledgement came as Lachlan’s shirt went.“Say, what else do you want to do with my point?” A little bit of James Cagney, a little bit of Groucho Marx, it was groan worthy in anybody’s inflection, old movie star or not.Heath laughed at the big goof he was falling head over heels in love with.“You’re crazy,” Heath declared as he went to work on Lachlan’s jeans.“Yeah, but I’m crazy just in the places you’re not.” Lachlan had the habit of saying the most amazingly weird but heartfelt things in the most unusual moments.It drove Heath mad most of the time but sometimes…“Yeah?” Heath grinned.He liked this one.“Yeah,” Lachlan assured in a ghost of a whisper.Heath laughed.How the hell had he earned the right to this wonderful man in his life? Storing that question away for another time and another place, Heath ran his hand along Lachlan’s jaw and asked with a mischievous smirk, “Want to give my cinder blocks a spin?”* * * *“You’re killing me here!” Lachlan growled as his head clunked down unceremoniously on the keyboard of his opened lap top.He was sitting at the teak table on his deck.Notes and scribbles surrounded him on loose pieces of paper.All of which quickly and rather dramatically fluttered away at the screenwriter’s final and painful act of desperation.Heath smirked to himself but did not turn around, one of those damned gazing balls allowing him a screwy but decent enough view of the man he was purposefully tormenting.“What? I’m working.” The statement wasn’t really a lie; it was more a creative stretch of the truth.Heath was working, or he could have been working if he really wanted to.With his shirt long abandoned with the arrival of the noon day sun, Heath was sitting on his haunches water-proofing the wood railings of Lachlan’s new deck.Of course, this type of work necessitated a lot of standing up, bending over, stretching and contorting muscles in such a way to remind Lachlan every second of Heath’s sinful flexibility.They had been together for three weeks now and they were enjoying the hell out of every minute.Lachlan rolled his eyes.“What you’re doing is being a pain in the ass… and while I appreciated that effort last night…”“And this morning.”“And this morning, consider my ass to now have a gone fishin’ sign on it, ok? The ass is out of the office and unreachable until further notice.” Lachlan stared back down at his computer as if it were some medieval gauntlet he had to run to avoid the gallows.He had a script due in less than a month and he had started grousing about it this morning, working himself up into a funk.Heath had decided he needed a distraction.Apparently, however, a lover flaunting his assets at the gauntlet runner was frowned upon in these high stress, deadline-nearing situations.Heath smirked as he slowly stood up.The challenge had just been upped to the next level.Grabbing a rag, he turned around and started wiping the sweat off of his body in long, sinuous strokes.Once Lachlan’s tongue was essentially hanging out of his mouth and drooling, Heath poked, “Oh? So if your ass is out of commission for the foreseeable future does that mean that your upfront man is in charge now?” Heath’s gaze dropped heavily down to the tented cargo pants nearly peeking over the desk.“Junior wanting to get into the action himself, huh?”“Careful, Isles,” Lachlan warned with a “do not tread on me” demeanor that was damned sexy.“Water-proofed or not, I’ll bend you over that railing and fuck you silly, my friend.” The twist of a smile at the end only served to set off the remaining fireworks in Heath’s mind.Tossing the towel away, Heath walked over to the table and to Lachlan’s seated side.Close enough that the hips of his jeans brushed the screenwriter’s arm, Heath purposefully towered over his lover as he frowned in disapproval, “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”With a sigh of frustration, Lachlan pushed himself and his chair away from the table, giving himself just enough room to be able to stare up in full appreciation of what was so clearly being offered.He smirked as he slowly closed his laptop.“Yeah, well, my action/thriller is quickly turning into gay porn, not exactly what the studio’s paying me a couple of million for [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]