You take care of him. ***- BENJAMIN JAXON SMITH –
I can’t count the number of times Blake and I have made eye contact in the mirror on the ride home. xnx You take care of him. I want him to. Chris stops in his tracks and watches Blake walk away. “Blake, I’m sorry.”
Chris grabs Blake’s arm, Blake shrugs it off and keeps walking towards the exit. What if he’s still closeted like me? He’s handsome and he’s… I bump his fist and nod back. Blake is standing, leaned back against the driver’s side door of his car, hands in his pockets looking down at the hot, black cement. “Thank you.”
“Blake, I…” I begin to say, as Chris approaches us, bag in hand filled with his latest purchase. I can tell, by Blake’s demeanor, there is some kind of history between them.
