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This story is a work of fiction and is copyrighted to Remmy Duchene
Cover art by Kato Rain – Arigato Designs
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The moment his eyes opened, Jason Higgins had a bad feeling about the
day. Jason made sure he had his extra power cord before placing his laptop into
the carrying case. He checked for a few other things as well including his virus
scanner – just in case-his brochure of all the graphics he had done previously
and leather bound portfolio. He didn’t need the job since his parents had given
him a trust fund that he could now spend as he pleased but they had conditions
added it after he came out of the closet. They told him that if anyone in
Bridgeport was ever to find out that he was gay, they would take back every
scent. He didn’t know if legally they could do that since it was then fully in his
name but his parents were powerful people, they’d find a way. Shaking his
head, Jason stood up and slung the bag over his shoulder. He figured if his
graphics business kept on going the way it was, in a year he wouldn’t need their
money. He took pleasure in that thought – one day freedom.
He placed a smile on his face and locked the door to his condo behind
him before trotting to the elevator. He had been gay since high school that was
when he had stop fighting it and bent Roger Turner over one of the bleachers
and slammed into him from behind. That night as the moon rose higher and
higher into the sky, he rode Roger hard and fast grunting as though his heart
would give out. Roger was screaming, yelling, begging for more. Finally he
slammed in to the hilt and exploded hard inside Roger’s body. He had then
pulled out and staggered away, trying desperately to push his half aroused cock
back into his pants. He was confused at the delicious feelings that surged
through him. His toes had curled and his eyes rolled into his head. It was
beautiful.
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The elevator pinged and he stepped out to be greeted by the doorman for
the building. He offered a wave and slid through the lobby, down a long hall
and into the underground parking garage. With care, he placed his tools of the
trade into the back seat and was soon speeding from the garage into downtown
Bridgeport.
He was heading to a job that could make or break his career. He was
asked to do a few samples of a cover for Bridgeport’s most eligible gay
bachelor and New York Bestselling author Mark Spalding for his latest thriller.
The man was a god when it came to twists and turns and espionage. He was so
good that when his first book was released the media had him pegged as an ex
spy.
“Mark Spalding, super spy,” Jason laughed but suddenly felt nerves
raking his insides. He was scared that this man won’t like what he had done so
far. But he had made eight sample covers for the new book “Dark Inhibitions.”
It was good considering he hadn’t read the story he had simply read a back
blurb and an excerpt. Mark’s other works were a different story. After Jason
found out that Mark was such a talented writer, he had gone out and bought a
copy of each. Then he spent most of his time reading. He had to admit they
were works of dark, mysterious, art.
But the fact that Mark was a celebrity wasn’t the only reason to be
freaked out – not by a long shot. The thing was, during high school at
Bridgeport High, Jason was the bookworm and Mark was the athlete. They
roamed on two different sides of the school tracks but Jason was quite happy
with who he was. That was until the day he pulled his nose out of a book long
enough to notice Mark. It was a day when Mark’s friends were making fun of
Jason and he couldn’t take it anymore. He reached out and grabbed the nearest
one – Mark – and slammed his back into a nearby locker a couple of times,
“call me that again and I swear to god!” he growled. Mark hadn’t said
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anything. He had only got this dumb-ass smirk on his face. That irritated Jason
and he release Mark and walked away with them hurling threats after him.
At the large mansion he sat in the car longer than he had to. He was
trying to get up enough courage and strength to ring the door bell. What would
he tell Mark the celebrity that he had done with his life? He had gone to
university, done Graphic Designs and Broadcasting. He had graduated Magna
Kum Laudi with major honours but hadn’t really tried to find a job until he
realized his parents were slowly sucking him dry and there was nothing he
could do about it. Would he tell Mark that he was slowly dying inside with
every passing day? He had slowly began withering away until someone called
him up out of the blue asking him to do a design for their up-coming event. He
couldn’t believe it but when the person told him that his professor had
recommended Jason, Jason shrugged and got started. That led to Mark
Spalding.
He rubbed his eyes, grabbed his things and made his way to the front
door. He rang the bell and dried his nervous palms against his thigh. When the
door slid open Jason’s eyes bulged from his head. Jason had forgotten how
beautiful Mark was – he had gotten even sexier. Mark now had broad
shoulders, long black hair, deep greenish-blue eyes and tall. His proud nose
and chin caused Jason to want to reach forward and kiss them ever so softly.
He trailed is eyes down the author’s body, taking everything about him in. But
when Jason looked up, Mark’s eyes had confusion and worry.
Busted! He caught me staring.
“You alright?” Mark wanted to know. Jason managed a nod and took
Mark’s outstretched hand. “It’s good to see you again, Jason. Come on in.”
“Good to see you too,” Jason managed after clearing his throat.
“Come on in.”
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He stepped by Mark and into the lobby of the large house. When the
door closed behind him, he jerked around.
“You sure you’re alright?” Mark pushed. “You seem a tad jumpy.”
“I’m sure. It’s not every day a bestselling author and celebrity invites
you to his house,” Jason covered. “It’s a little much, that’s all.”
Mark laughed, “oh come off it, Jay. We’ve know each other long enough
to be considered a married couple.”
Jason sucked in some air. To be married to Mark Spalding would
probably be wonderful. He could imagine Mark’s large hands caressing his
body, slowly at first them rough. He could see himself sinking deep within the
author’s body while they wrestled against the bed for position then have Mark
slam into him from behind. He bit back a moan and turned his eyes away. He
pretended to be looking around him but in truth he was scared Mark would see
the images in his head. Mark was severely out of Jason’s league. It had been
years since Jason felt like an awkward nerd but the moment he touched Mark
the old feelings from high school came rushing back with a vengeance. He had
left them for dead on the stage as he collected his high school diploma. Jason
had gone straight to the mall afterwards. He had gotten a hair cut, got rid of the
baggy clothes for a more adult look. But he hadn’t seen Mark again until years
later on television promoting his work.
…or was it when they made his first book into a movie?
Jason couldn’t remember.
“Alright, come this way,” Mark was speaking again. He led Jason
through the house to a beautiful library where there were two computers and a
laptop. There were books around against the walls and on a second level that
one could access with a ladder. On the second floor a balcony went straight
around the upper level and all the books up there seemed expensive.
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“Look at all these books. I could live in here,” Jason laughed. He loved
reading.
“I know,” Mark’s voice was a whisper. “I remember you being in the
library so much that we wondered if you had a home.”
“You remembered that?” Jason placed his bag on the desk closest to
him.
“Of course.”
Jason glanced up and his eyes locked with Mark for a brief moment. He
cleared his throat and powered on his computer. He sat down in a leather chair
and watched while the graphics danced onto the screen, “ah, grab a chair, I
need to show you these. I read the back blurb from your website and from what
you sent me I whipped some stuff up for you to see.”
He felt it the moment Mark bent over his shoulder for Mark smelt of
cool water after shave and heat. Jason’s body trembled but he forced himself to
focus.
“This – This is the first cover,” he explained. “I haven’t read the book
but from what your other covers looked like, I deduced that you wouldn’t want
the same old.”
“Hrm,” Mark mused. “I love the reds but the fonts look a little
too…romantic for the kind of book Dark Inhibitions is.”
“Ok,” Jason pulled up a second. “How about this one?”
There was silence and Jason hated that.
Silence is the devil’s playground.
It was silent when Jason Higgins took Roger Turner against the
bleachers.
“Ok, could you switch this picture, with that one? And use the second set
of fonts for it? That would look perfect.”
Jason grinned knowingly and pulled up the third cover.
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“Oh! Perfect! You really are good at this!”
“I do try,” Jason laughed.
“Tell you what. I know this isn’t part of our deal but could you do the
whole promotional thing for the book? My publisher won’t like it but if they
want another bestseller from me they’ll get used to it. I just have to show them
that hiring you to be my personal graphics guru is in their best interest. Do you
do websites?”
“Yah but wait a minute,” Jason held up a hand. “Are you sure? I mean I
don’t know how good I am at this kind of promotional stuff.”
“It’s simple. All you have to do is put your god-esque graphic abilities to
work. Posters, business cards, extra copies of the cover for signings, the
website – I’ll pay you ten thousand plus royalties from every copy of the poster
sold.”
“It’s not about the money.”
“I forgot. You’re already wealthy in your own right.”
“With conditions. But it’s a long and annoying story. I just, this is a little
bit much.”
“Ok, so take some time and think about it. I can wait. Dark Inhibitions
isn’t due to be released for another six months so we got all the time in the
world.”
Jason chuckled, “you mean about a few days don’t you? Because once
they accept this cover this book is off to a stampede of a start.”
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Mark was stunned when he demanded a new graphic designer from his
publisher and Jason’s name came across in the pile. True he hadn’t seen Jason
for over fifteen years but that was beside the point. The point was Jason was
sexy as hell from high school and because Mark was a part of the popular kids
he didn’t speak to Jason - much. Jason was the book nerd whom he secretly
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wanted to take home. But Mark knew better. His friends wouldn’t have
understood the fact that he would rather fuck a boy than a girl and his parents
would definitely not get it. He had pretended, gone through the motions, dated
Ariella Clemons as though they would get married but with her it was just sex.
He never felt any connections with her. During their love-making he would
pretend she was Jason. When he came out to her just before college she had
confessed that she didn’t mind he was seeing someone else for he had given her
some of the best sex she thought she’d ever get.
Irony.
Mark absolutely loved the cover Jason had picked. It was dark, sexy,
mysterious all at the same time. But he was disappointed that Jason was going
to be in and out of his life, just like that. He knew Jason was gay because of
one night just before graduation. They had just lost a championship game to
another school and after all the others had gone home he stayed behind to sulk.
He sat in the darkest part underneath the bleachers and frowned. He didn’t feel
like going home to explain to his father why he lost the game for his school.
There he sat in the darkness wondering why he even bothered when a
commotion happened just before him. He froze, afraid to move just in case they
saw him.. He looked out to where the moonlight kissed the earth through the
seats, Jason and a kid from the other football team. Everything happened so
fast because in a split second Roger had grabbed the back of Jason’s neck and
kissed him roughly. That must have angered Jason for he simply grabbed
Roger, twisted him and yank his track pants down. They hit the bleachers
while Jason was spitting against his hand. In his shock, he watched Jason sent
his hard cock between Roger’s cheeks. The other school’s football captain
howled in pleasure then began riding backwards against Jason.
That night had left Mark’s mouth watering. Whenever he saw Jason in
the halls images of that night flashed through his mind. He wanted to be held
