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Unconventional
by TC Blue
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: When Trent agrees to move to Los Angeles with Lucas, he knows things aren't going to be easy. Between a lawsuit, Lucas' closeted status, difficulty finding work, and a few other things, 'not easy' turns out to be an understatement. Lucas can't regret bringing his lover to L.A., but he also can't live openly with Trent the way he wants to. When an unexpected film role makes Lucas even more high-profile than he already was and an unknown enemy steps in to complicate things even further, Lucas has some hard choices to make. Trent's happiness, and Lucas', depend upon making the right ones.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2010 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: September 2010
 
13 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [380 KB]
Words: 88244
Reading time: 252-352 min.
Trent was nervous. He didn't want to be, but there was no denying the fact. He was nervous. Anxious. All twisted up inside. He'd thought carefully about what he'd done before doing it, though -- carefully but swiftly. He'd even run the idea past Lucas' bosses at the studio and Rory and Matthew agreed that it made as much sense to them as it did to Trent. Unfortunately, that didn't mean Lucas would agree, and Trent had found himself feeling more and more off-balance since he'd first implemented his plan.
He forced himself to move, checking that everything was arranged just right. New throw pillows at the ends of the couch, lights on in the kitchen as well as the living room. The bedroom door was open, as was the door to the half-bath beside the kitchen. Everything looked... well, not good, exactly, but reasonable.
The clock on the wall ticked slowly, the battery-driven hands clicking softly, just barely audible in the otherwise silent room, and it wasn't until Trent heard the sound of a key pushing into the lock on the front door that he moved again, this time swiftly.
He rushed into the kitchen, pulling two bottles of Guinness from the fridge and popping the caps off with the opener on the counter.
By the time he'd accomplished that and stepped back into the living room, bottles held by their necks in one hand... oh. Oh, fuck. "You look good," Trent said, his own voice startling him in the quiet, drowning out the ticking clock and Lucas' breaths. "Uh, beer?"
Lucas seemed startled as well, though Trent couldn't really blame him. It had to be a little strange, at the very least, to be handed a key and told to go on up to an apartment, especially one that was entirely unknown. Hell, Trent counted himself lucky that Luke had even done it.
"Trent," Lucas said, and yeah, he sounded kind of confused. "What the fuck, man?"
Trent smiled a little, though he was sighing on the inside as he moved closer and pressed one of the beer bottles into Lucas' hand. "Drink this," he said. "Then we... fuck, Luke. We really need to sit down and talk, okay?"
He watched as Luke's brows rose, then lowered. Watched Lucas' lips open and close. Then he watched while Luke raised the bottle to those lips and took a long draught, the man's throat working as it swallowed, and fuck. Jesus fucking Christ. Trent had actually forgotten just how beautiful Lucas was in person. Five weeks, and he'd forgotten. Fuck.
"If you're not gonna drink that," Lucas said, once that bottle left the mouth Trent couldn't look away from again, "I think you need to put it down, Trent. It's gonna end up all over the floor in about a minute unless you stop looking at me like that. I really fucking hope you don't stop looking at me like that, though."
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