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Thor’s been listening to the sexy DJ’s voice for years and is thrilled to finally meet Paul in person. Can his aural fascination grow into more? And will Paul be right there with him?
"Me?" He grinned and shook his head. "No. Not at all. I bathe and wash dishes and water my plants -- that would be the extent of my relationship with the wet stuff. It's much too disorienting."
His dad started to chuckle and Paul kicked him under the table. Hard.
"I can see that," Thor said, fingers stroking over his arm again and then sliding away. "You'll have to let me take you to the pool sometime, teach you how to do the basics. Um... you know, in case you're ever caught in a really big puddle or something. I, well, I'd love to try to share my love of the water is all."
"A really big puddle?" He laughed, nudging Thor with his shoulder. "I'm more likely to drown in my Earl Grey. Besides, teaching a hydrophobic blind man to swim must not be high on your 'things I'd like to do' list."
He heard Dad clear his throat, excuse himself.
Thor turned toward him, one arm sliding along the top of the seat behind him. "Well, that would depend on the hydrowhatsit blind man, wouldn't it?"
Paul's eyebrow rose and he tilted toward Thor. If he didn't know better, he'd say he was being flirted with. "I only know one hydrophobic blind man. Are they common?"
"Not so far as I know."
"That's because we've all drowned in really big puddles, Thor. So, tell me, what is a diving instructor doing at a this club, an hour's drive from home?" He let himself relax back, his neck touching Thor's arm.
He felt Thor's shrug. "I like the music. And, to be completely honest, I like getting away from the atmosphere for a while. A-ville's a great place, but it’s easy to get a little tired of all the kids. I like getting away from that scene."
Thor's fingers started to stroke the side of his neck.
"Yeah? I've been singing here for almost ten years. It's a good crowd." His voice was dropping, growing husky. Oh... that felt good. God, he hoped Dad went to talk at the bar. A nice long talk.
"I'm usually here a little later in the evening, I guess that's why our paths have never crossed before now. Which is a shame." Thor cleared his throat. "I'm not one to be coy, Paul -- with six siblings you learn to just step forward and say what you want, you know? And I want to see you. I mean date you. I mean... " Thor chuckled. "Maybe this is why I'm short -- I never did learn to just step forward and say what I wanted at the dinner table."
Thor groaned. "Tell me I didn't just compare you to a meal at my parents..."
That surprised Paul enough that he laughed, long and honest and from deep in his belly, completing derailing his insistence that Thor didn't know anything about him and that he worked weird hours and, and, and, and... "Can I be the mashed potatoes? Those were always my favorite."
"What a coincidence -- I always wanted extra helpings of the mashed potatoes."
"I'm free every Sunday."
"Well then, can I cook you for breakfast? I mean -- what would you like for breakfast." Thor chuckled. "Hell, Paul. I like you -- would you like to come home with me?"
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Radio Boys By: Sean Michael
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Paul might be blind, but he has a full life between deejaying at a local radio station and playing on stage with a band a few times a month. It’s been a while since he’s been with anyone, though, and when Thor asks to take him home, he’s not quite sure what to do.
Thor’s been listening to the sexy DJ’s voice for years and is thrilled to finally meet Paul in person. Can his aural fascination grow into more? And will Paul be right there with him?
Excerpt
Thor stroked gentle fingers along his arm. "I take it you're not a water man, Paul?""Me?" He grinned and shook his head. "No. Not at all. I bathe and wash dishes and water my plants -- that would be the extent of my relationship with the wet stuff. It's much too disorienting."
His dad started to chuckle and Paul kicked him under the table. Hard.
"I can see that," Thor said, fingers stroking over his arm again and then sliding away. "You'll have to let me take you to the pool sometime, teach you how to do the basics. Um... you know, in case you're ever caught in a really big puddle or something. I, well, I'd love to try to share my love of the water is all."
"A really big puddle?" He laughed, nudging Thor with his shoulder. "I'm more likely to drown in my Earl Grey. Besides, teaching a hydrophobic blind man to swim must not be high on your 'things I'd like to do' list."
He heard Dad clear his throat, excuse himself.
Thor turned toward him, one arm sliding along the top of the seat behind him. "Well, that would depend on the hydrowhatsit blind man, wouldn't it?"
Paul's eyebrow rose and he tilted toward Thor. If he didn't know better, he'd say he was being flirted with. "I only know one hydrophobic blind man. Are they common?"
"Not so far as I know."
"That's because we've all drowned in really big puddles, Thor. So, tell me, what is a diving instructor doing at a this club, an hour's drive from home?" He let himself relax back, his neck touching Thor's arm.
He felt Thor's shrug. "I like the music. And, to be completely honest, I like getting away from the atmosphere for a while. A-ville's a great place, but it’s easy to get a little tired of all the kids. I like getting away from that scene."
Thor's fingers started to stroke the side of his neck.
"Yeah? I've been singing here for almost ten years. It's a good crowd." His voice was dropping, growing husky. Oh... that felt good. God, he hoped Dad went to talk at the bar. A nice long talk.
"I'm usually here a little later in the evening, I guess that's why our paths have never crossed before now. Which is a shame." Thor cleared his throat. "I'm not one to be coy, Paul -- with six siblings you learn to just step forward and say what you want, you know? And I want to see you. I mean date you. I mean... " Thor chuckled. "Maybe this is why I'm short -- I never did learn to just step forward and say what I wanted at the dinner table."
Thor groaned. "Tell me I didn't just compare you to a meal at my parents..."
That surprised Paul enough that he laughed, long and honest and from deep in his belly, completing derailing his insistence that Thor didn't know anything about him and that he worked weird hours and, and, and, and... "Can I be the mashed potatoes? Those were always my favorite."
"What a coincidence -- I always wanted extra helpings of the mashed potatoes."
"I'm free every Sunday."
"Well then, can I cook you for breakfast? I mean -- what would you like for breakfast." Thor chuckled. "Hell, Paul. I like you -- would you like to come home with me?"
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