Evan and Chan are having a night out at Partners, along with Roy and Dustin. Life is good, and they are very happy. Chan suggests they invite the other couple for dinner, and Evan thinks that's a great idea. See what's going on with them 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!
Evan enjoyed the other couple’s company, but he also
appreciated having Chan to himself when they went out. One of the nice things
about Partners, other than the fact that gay men and women were more than
welcome, was that nobody paid attention to PDAs. While Evan wasn’t one to
unnecessarily give the other customers a show, he was becoming more open and
relaxed about showing his feelings for Chan, and didn’t feel self-conscious
about kissing him in public.
He leaned toward Chan and softly kissed his neck,
nuzzling him as he inhaled the citrusy scent that lingered from the soap they’d
both used in the shower. There was something about the smell of lemon that
drove Evan wild, especially when Chan was wearing it. “You having a good time?”
Chan was stroking Evan’s hair as he nuzzled him. He
felt completely comfortable and had no wish to move from this position any time
soon.
“Very good time,” Chan affirmed. “They are very
nice. I like hanging out with them. We should invite them over for dinner
sometime. If you would like that, of course.”
Evan was delighted that Chan liked his friends and
got along with them so well. He knew they liked Chan as well, and so did Lee
and Marshall. Having them to dinner would never have occurred to him, used to
being less than social for the most part. He was pleased that Chan had come up
with the idea.
“I would like that very much indeed,” he said. For a
moment, he considered repeating the invitation with regard to Chan’s family,
but then he realized that would entail having the children there as well. That
thought was sobering. He liked them well enough, for as little he knew them and
as little interaction as he’d had with them. He’d seen them at Chan’s parents’
house, but they tended to scatter when he was there, having obviously more
important things to do. Evan wasn’t sure how he would feel about them coming to
his and Chan’s home.
Someday that would happen, naturally, but for right
now that was an idea whose time hadn’t yet come.
“You can introduce them to Indian food,” Evan said.
“You’re an incredible cook, you know.”
“Not incredible,” Chan demurred. “My mother’s
cooking, now that is incredible. No one cooks as well as maa.”
“She is an excellent cook,” Evan conceded. “But you
are very close to her level.”
“Thank you,” Chan said. “You flatter me, but I’ll accept it.”
Evan chuckled against Chan’s neck. “You better
accept it, it’s the truth. Want to join the guys on the dance floor?” Was it
selfish of him to hope Chan didn’t want to?
“I’d rather sit here with you, if you don’t mind,”
Chan said.
Perfect.
“I don’t mind at all, baby,” Evan murmured. His head
rested on Chan’s shoulder, his arm about Chan’s waist. No one would have cared
if he held Chan in his lap, but even that was more than Evan cared to move at
the moment. The music was just loud enough to listen to or dance to, but not so
loud as to ruin the mood between them.
How had he ever truly lived before he met Chan? Evan
had no idea.
Just as he thought that, he felt a sudden vibration.
Damn.
He hoped they weren’t calling him in for some reason. Although he wouldn’t
refuse to work, of course, should that be the case. He just wouldn’t be
particularly happy about it.
But the next moment he realized that wasn’t his
phone, it was Chan’s, as his lover pulled it out and glanced at the ID. He gave
Evan a confused look.
“I don’t know who this is.”
“Maybe let it go to voice mail?” Evan suggested.
Chan nodded and replaced the phone in his pocket. He
took the opportunity to scoot closer to Evan. Evan caught his breath. Maybe
Chan would sit in his lap after all. Should he suggest it? Should he wait and
see what happened?
Maybe they should cut the night short and return to
their apartment…
Damn, Chan’s phone was vibrating again. Chan drew it
from his pocket and frowned. “Same number.” He turned concerned eyes toward
Evan. “Maybe I should…” He held the phone up to his ear. “Hello? Yes, this is Chandrahas Basu. I’m sorry, what
did you say?” Chan listened intently. Evan couldn’t hear what was being said.
He hoped nothing was wrong.
Chan hung up abruptly and turned toward Evan, his
expressive mocha eyes wide, filled with confusion and disbelief.
A sudden chill washed through Evan. What was that
saying? Like someone had walked over his grave.
“Chan, what is it? Who was that?” He reached for
Chan’s free hand and clasped it tightly.
Chan began to mumble something but he couldn’t hear.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Evan leaned in toward
Chan. He could barely hear him, but the words came out far too clear.
to be continued
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