Stopping at Partners on his way home from his little brother's birthday party, Chan is stunned to see none other than the sexy trooper there, and he's looking right at him! What's a guy to do? See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Calm down, calm down.
Chan stood rooted to the spot, unable to stop staring at the
sexy blond. What were the odds of running into him here? He would have thought
astronomical, but then again Tucker Falls wasn’t a very big place. And it had
just become a whole lot smaller. Also, did this mean the man was actually gay?
Or worse, was he gay and with someone?
As if to confirm his fears—not that he was entitled to have
any since he didn’t even know the man—he watched him lean down to speak with
someone at the table he stood beside.
You are a fool to
think this man cannot get anyone he wants. Sit down and forget him, focus on the
dance floor. On anything other than him.
Chan spotted a table for two close to the dance floor that
was just being vacated by two men who were obviously very much into each other
and oblivious to everyone else as they pawed and groped their way toward the
door. They never gave him a second glance as he quickly seated himself at the
now empty table before someone else could claim the prime space, his eyes riveted
on the dance floor.
Maybe just one drink and home. He could fantasize about the
trooper in private, to his heart’s content. Perhaps see his desires through to
a one-sided fruition. Now that he suspected the man was gay only made him want
him all the more. If he didn’t see him with another man, he could maintain the
illusion that he was available… and hot for Chan.
Maybe he should skip that drink and go now before he saw
anything which might burst his bubble …
Before he could act on this new course of action, a shadow
fell across his table. He glanced up to find the blond standing there. Chan
thought his heart was about to stop. At first he assumed the other man had just
paused on his way to the dance floor, but when he didn’t move, that didn’t seem
likely. Plus no one else was with him, at least no one Chan could see.
So what did the man want? Surely he had recognized him from
this morning and was checking up on his driving skills? Maybe he’d rethought
not giving him a ticket and wished to rectify his mistake? Or maybe none of the
above…
He found himself staring into those jade eyes, the most
beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. Should he apologize for this morning? Explain
why he’d been exceeding the speed limit when normally he was the most cautious
of drivers? Or was it his rudeness he needed to make amends for? He normally
never spoke in that manner to anyone. But before he could find his voice, the
man spoke first.
“What are you drinking?”
Drinking? What was he drinking? Chan’s mind went blank. He
couldn’t remember what he’d intended to order. More importantly, why was he
being asked this question? “Pale ale,” he finally got out. He vaguely
remembered having had one the last time he’d been there, and it was pretty
good.
“Be right back,” the trooper said, then disappeared into the
crowd, leaving a very confused Chan.
* * * *
Evan didn’t know what he was thinking. His mind and body suddenly
seemed to be acting independently of him. He’d been about to hunt up a server
for the next round when he spotted the speeder and now here he was, acting on
autopilot. He excused himself to Roy, told him he needed to do something. The sheriff
gave him a knowing smile, his eyes fixed in the direction in which Evan had
been staring, as if somehow he understood. Although how was that possible when
Evan himself didn’t understand what was going on. Even Dustin wore a knowing
smirk as Roy told him to go on, they’d catch up another time.
How long did he think Evan would be gone? Whatever. He
turned in somewhat of a fog and for a heart-stopping moment, he didn’t see the
object of his interest. But then he realized with relief that he’d taken a seat
at a nearby table… and he seemed to be alone. That’s all it took for Evan’s
feet to find themselves on a straight course to that table. The next thing he
knew he’d taken the man’s drink order and gone up to the bar to fulfill it. A
very minutes after he was heading back to the table, two glasses of draft beer
in hand. He set them on the table then took the seat across from the speeder,
who only stared at him with the most beautiful mocha eyes.
Even took a quick drink of the pale ale. Did his courage
really need bolstering, he wondered. And if so, why? He knew how to talk to
people, he did it all the time.
But this was different, and he knew it. This wasn’t work.
Now he was acting on an attraction he couldn’t explain. One he felt compelled
to act on. Finally, he blew out a breath, watching the other man watching him,
and said, “Hello.”
“Hello,” came the quick reply. Evan hadn’t really noticed
how melodious his voice was. Then again, he had sounded angry this morning—most
speeders usually did.
“The ale… is it good?” Evan asked.
The speeder took a sip, then another, and smiled. “Yes,
very. Thank you.” His smile lit his entire face.
“You’re welcome.” Evan fell silent.
“About this morning…” they began in unison, then stopped and
laughed, breaking the ice.
“Let me start again,” Evan said. “Evan Rainsford.” He held
out his hand.
“Chandrahas Basu.” He took Evan’s hand in his. Evan held on
to it lightly. “You may call me Chan, if you like.”
to be continued
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