CHAPTER 18
“That’s him, huh?”Jack kept his voice low as he moved up next to Garrett. “I can see why Derek didn’t want to let him go; he’sgorgeous.”
Garrett smiled. “He is.”
“Think he’ll ever be one of us?”
By “us,” Garrett knew just what he meant. “I don’t know. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
Jack sighed. “I hate waiting.”
Garrett looked at him, raising one eyebrow. “Eagerto sample him?”
Laughing quietly, Jack shrugged. “Can’t say I wouldn’t mind co-starring with him in a scene or two.”
“Yeah, well, keep that to yourself for the time being. We don’t want to scare him away—Derek would have our asses. And not in the fun way.”
The two young men moved in closer as some of the others lingered in the rec room doorway. Garrett halted next to Lucas.
“They bringthatinto the house,” Lucas groaned, “and expect us to be on our best behavior? That’s just fucking cruel.”
Garrett couldn’t argue—the new boy was flawless and even Garrett couldn’t help but imagine how heavenly he would look lying spread out naked on the bed.
“Celibacy, my ass,” Lucas chuffed. “That boy is so hot for Derek, his jeans are steaming.”
“And you know this… how?”
“I was there when they first met. I know that look.” He smirked. “I see it on the face of every man I meet. That boy may not know it yet, but he issoready to fuck.”
Garrett chuckled. “I think that’s just what you want to believe about every hot guy you see.”
“It’s fuckingtrueabout every hot guy I see.”
Jack laughed and nodded at Lucas.
He was probably right—about the other guys. But Patrick? It was hard to say. Once again… they would have to wait and see.
. . .
Patrick immediately got what Derek was saying about the “twins” as the two blond boys pressed against one another, eager to invade Patrick’s personal space yet holding themselves back—barely.
Though they had yet to be introduced, Patrick knew that Mickey—the boy he’d spoken to on the phone—was thetattooedone. He remembered that from themodelspage on their website.
Amused by the two boys, Derek urged them forward. “Mickey, Marcus… I’d like you to meet Patrick.”
Mickey approached slowly with Marcus practically hanging off him. They were cute.Adorable.He’d thought so when looking at their photos, butin the fleshthat sweet, adorable “aura” magnified by infinity.
“I’m Mickey,” the tattooed boy spoke softly, almost shyly as he reached out to him. “We… we spoke on the phone.”
Patrick nodded and shook his hand. He wanted to apologize for the awkward phone call but felt self-conscious with the other guys watching. “It’s really nice to meet you, Mickey.”
Slinking around his “twin,” Marcus displayed a more prominent shyness in body language, but deep within his big blue eyes, Patrick spotted the boy from the video clip… so free and comfortable with his body, his sexuality. A wave of envy swept over Patrick as their hands clasped. What did it feel like to bethatfree? He was struck with a whisp of despair that he might never know the answer.
“I’m Marcus,” the boy said so softly it was nearly a whisper. “Derek told us you were cute. But you’rebeautiful.Like an angel.”
Patrick stared at him, his words escaping him. He’d never been good at responding to compliments. He never knew what to say. “Uh…” He swallowed, startled by the emotional impact of the boy’s words. “Thank… thank you. I…” He smiled nervously. “I think you’re beautiful, too.”
“You do?” His pretty eyes squinted with genuine glee. “You’re so sweet.”
