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Chiaroscuro
by Jenna Jones
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Jamie Makepeace isn't sure what to do with his work or his love life. Laid off at his job and at odds with his ultra-conservative boyfriend, Micah, he's searching for something to fill the empty spots. When he meets Ben Gallagher, a cake decorator, Jamie knows he's found a friend. Taking a chance, Jamie turns to art for his new career, and Ben becomes his muse. He creates an entire show based on the man who is always there for him. The problem with Ben is that he's been hurt by love in the past, and might not be willing to risk his friendship with Jamie for something more. Can Ben get past his fear and see that all that Jamie has to offer before it's too late?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2007 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: August 2007
 
154 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [411 KB]
Words: 94989
Reading time: 271-379 min.
Weddings were no fun but Dune was, so Jamie brought Dune along as a date. Of course, for them "date" usually meant, "I'm picking you up and driving you home and whatever happens in between is your business," so before long Dune was off amusing himself in his usual way, and Jamie was bored. He wandered around the hotel and ended up in the dining room where supper was still being set up. He watched the caterer-bloke place the last decorations on the wedding cake. The bloke was cute--a long face with great cheekbones and a square chin, dark eyes and hair, taller than Jamie by several inches, broad shoulders, spectacular ass--so Jamie said, "Hullo. Great cake, that. Did you make it?" "Every last crumb." The bloke glanced at him and smiled, and went back to arranging lilies on the cake top. "I'm with the Cho-Gonzalez wedding," Jamie said. "Well, not with. A guest. My job is just to eat and dance and bring a present, and now that I've brought the present and it's not time to eat yet, I'm not sure what to do with myself, yeah?" "You could get falling-down drunk." He gave Jamie a semi-serious look from under dark brows as he placed more flowers. "I could, but I'm driving." He squinted at the cake, trying to place the subtle pattern traced on the sides in pale cream icing. "Oh! It's the bridges. I didn't even realize. Clever." "Thank you. Since they met in San Francisco but they both live in Oakland, you see." "Very clever. Joining the two. Just like a wedding." You're babbling, son, he thought, and sipped his champagne. He'd been too busy with work to chat anyone up for months--it had to be showing. "Thanks," the caterer said again. "Hey, if you're bored, do you want to help me bring some stuff out here?" "Sure." Jamie put down his champagne glass to follow the bloke from the dining room to the kitchens, past the busy chefs, the yelling waiters, the frazzled busboys, to the pantries. "I've got, um--" the bloke said and then pulled Jamie into one of the pantries and kissed him, one hand on his neck and the other under Jamie's jacket, stroking his back through his dress shirt. Unexpected. But very nice.
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