Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Wednesday Brief: Pretty Boy 8 #freeread #wednesdaybrief #writingprompt #malemale #romance #LGBT

Happy Wednesday, lovelies!

Today is a holiday here in Spain, so I'll be out and about the house in a little town called Alcala de Henares, home of Cervantes, the author of Don Quixote. 

However, I couldn't miss another week of Briefs, now could I? Today, I'm continuing where we left off from the last time, when Josh was about to see his ex again. The last line was:

“Come in, Pretty boy, don’t just stand there. Did you miss me much?” Anthony said.

You can find the last chapter here.

The prompt I used this week was the picture of a diamond.

 Enjoy and don't forget to visit the other briefers!

Pretty Boy8

“I-“ Josh began. He didn't know what to say. Had he missed him? Words wouldn't come to him. His hands curled into fists in his pockets. He stared at Anthony’s eyes. They sparkled like diamonds beneath the porch light.

“Yes?” Anthony prompted.

“Hi-Hi, Anthony,” Josh managed to choke out.

Anthony smirked, but had the good grace not to comment on his nervousness or his lack of response. He stood aside and beckoned Josh to enter with a sweep of his hand. Swallowing hard, Josh walked inside. The sound of the door clicking shut behind him made the hair on his neck stand. What had he been thinking? The urge to turn around and run made his palms clammy. He curled his toes, hoping that somehow that would help him stay and not look for an escape.

“Go on, Pretty Boy. You know the place. It hasn’t really changed in the past few months.”

“Thanks,” Josh mumbled.

How he was speaking was beyond him. His tongue felt thick and dry as if he’d eaten a spoonful of honey mixed with sand. Anthony barged ahead toward the kitchen area. He didn’t look back, confident that Josh would be able to find his way inside the house.

As soon as Anthony was out of sight, Josh let out a long breath. He pulled his hands from his pockets and wiped his brow. He was sweating buckets. Fuck. Anthony would have noticed and out of consideration he’d let him on his own for a bit. Josh bit his bottom lip and raised his eyes. His heart raced against his chest like horses on a track racing for the finish line. He didn’t know what he expected, perhaps more changes. If he had been Anthony, he would have remodeled the house. Out with the old and in with the new. Heck, in a way, that’s what he had done, no? He had left Anthony, moved to an apartment downtown and mated with a new man, all in the space of a few months.

Anthony, on the other hand, had hardly changed anything in the house. He’d added an umbrella holder behind the front door. It was made from a light colored wood with a darker strip across the middle. Josh inched closer. The wood was carved in the shape of tiny leaves. There were no umbrellas. He glanced to his right. The open house concept allowed him a full view of the dining room. The round mahogany table was exempt of any ornaments. Josh raked his fingers through his hair. When they had been together he’d always made sure Anthony had a fresh bouquet of flowers on the tabletop.

Josh moved further inside. He didn’t dare look to his left, well aware that was where the bedrooms were. Instead, he entered the living room. His heart jolted at the sight of the old leather chair. It was still there, looking as worn as always. He closed his eyes as memories filed through his mind: Anthony reading the flat screen’s TV instruction manual, his feet dangling from the arm of the chair; watching football games together, Josh on Anthony’s lap, running his fingers through his hair, distracting him, kissing him; making love.

“Fuck,” Josh muttered.

He dragged his gaze away from the piece of furniture. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Anthony in the kitchen doorway, staring at him intently.

To be continued...

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