Eliâs campaign with the rest of the teamâs names as supporting footnotes. Not that Brady minded being relegated to the sidelines. Eli was the true hero of the day, and nothing stoked votersâ fire more than a candidateâs tales of wartime derring-do.
âItâs ancient history.â
A low hum was Gageâs response. Translation: time you got over it.
Brady stroked his knuckles over Gageâs stubbled jaw. âYou had a crazy mom and you lost your father and brother in the line of duty. I know that every day you see shit on the job that must make you question whether humanity should even be allowed to continue, but youâre the most cheerful fuckinâ person I know. Does nothinâ throw you?â
Gage chuckled. âPlenty of stuff throws me, such as you playing hard to get. That really pissed me off.â
âI wasnât.â They just didnât make sense together.
Gage made a sound of annoyance as if he knew exactlyhow Brady completed that sentence in his head. âIâm cheerful because the alternative is to see obstacles everywhere and expect people will hurt you. I choose to live in full color. I choose to say hey there to the hotties, fuck off to the haters, tell lovers how I want it, and people how it shall be. Now, how about you tell me why you really canât sleep?â
The guy already had looks, charm, and a cock Brady wanted to suck on like an everlasting gobstopper. Did he have to be well-adjusted to boot?
Brady could remain silent. Heâd gone years without voicing his pain, a lifetime of containment. When Gage asked if he could stay the night, he could have said no. But with this man, he wanted to try.
âI have nightmares sometimes. The punchy kind.â
Gage propped up on one elbow. âSleep fighter, huh?â
âIt can get . . . messy.â This whole thing was already messy, but the idea that he might harm Gage while he slept made Brady physically ill. Guilt about how he had failed his team was his constant companion; he sure as hell didnât want to place Gage in this latest line of fire. âDonât want to hurt you.â
âThen donât. Or if you do, wait until weâve paid a visit to the sex toy emporium and figured out which floggers we like.â Smile breaking wide, he gripped Bradyâs already erect cock at the base. âUntil then, letâs see if I can think of another way to relax you.â
chapter seven
G AGE SMILED AT ANNIE, the nurse who always greeted him at Hillview. Usually he checked in with her after each visit, but today she beckoned him over before he made it to the activity room.
âSheâs been asking for you. For Gage.â
Gageâs heart kicked a slap shot to his ribs. Heâd told the staff his true identity back when he first started visiting, but had asked them not to mention it to Emmaline, saying their relationship had been acrimonious and he didnât want to upset her.
âDid somebody say something?â
Annie shook her head. âSometimes they have moments of lucidity, spaces where the smoke clears and the past rushes in to fill the gap. It could be that you being here has triggered something. She might not have made the full connection, but, whateverâs happened, itâs the first time weâve heard her say your name.â
She cut him a weird look, and only then did he realize that he had backed up, like he wanted to run. Firefighter Gage Simpson, afraid of no one and nothing, was turning yellow.
âMy childhood wasnât a very happy one,â he said by way of explanation. After Emmaline gave up on antigay bath time and other aversion therapy fun because she had run off to join some cult in New Mexico, it had been fine. Or, on the road to fine. It took him awhile to develop coping strategies to block out the taunts of âGay Simpletonâ from the other kids at the home. And then he had been chosen, like
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