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Serendipity Develops

Serendipity Develops
By Liam Livings

ISBN: 9781634860222

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GENRE: Gay Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 20,357 words
RATING: flame rating 3

Sequel to Christmas Serendipity

Garage mechanic David and office worker Christian met a few weeks ago, thrown together at Christmas through a mixture of luck and fate. They felt an instant spark for one another, but didn’t want to rush into bed until they were ready. Christian's emotions are all over the place, as he's still hurt from his parents rejecting him last Christmas.

Cathy works with Christian and she's worried about what he's telling their colleagues about his relationship with David; things can't be moving that fast, can they? Are they really planning on moving in together and adopting babies already?

She isn’t the only one worried. David begins to wonder if Christian is loving him too much, too soon. His friend Tony thinks they’re rushing things, and suggests dumping Christian, whose strange behaviour has David on edge. Is it too much for him to cope with? Or will they be able to work things out after all?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

    The cold weather gave way to a bluebell and daffodil filled spring. Lambs and sheep roamed across Dartmoor and one weekend we followed the map to reach the third letter box stamp of the morning. I knew Christian was into walking, but when he said he knew what letter boxing was I thought my heart would burst with joy. No one since when I'd done camping and trekking as part of the pastoral studies at college, had ever even heard of, never mind wanted to do letter boxing with me. “Orienteering for hidden Tupperware boxes with stamps to prove you've found the box? That letter boxing?”

    “Yes.” I had said, wanting to scoop him up and kiss him into the middle of next week.

    Now, I checked the map. “This is definitely it. We followed the instructions perfectly. Where do you think the box is?” I reached under the rock, feeling for the familiar plastic Tupperware box. After scratching about for a while I pulled my hand out and asked him to search the other side of the rock.

    He quickly appeared with a plastic box containing a block of ink and a stamp which we covered in the ink, then stamped on our piece of paper next to the number of this way point on the walk. Christian stamped the back of my hand, adding this mark to the previous two he'd marked me with during the morning.

    “I told you, it's not funny.” I smiled at him. In fairness to him, it was a bit funny really. I knew it made him happy so was playing along with it. “I don't know why you insist it is.”

    He laughed. “I think it's the combination of the stamps and your hairy hands, it's like a mix of childish and adult. It makes me laugh.”

    “You make it sound like I have hairy palms. The back of hands having hair is nothing to be ashamed of. It's ...” I struggled for a word. “It's manly. It's gruff. It's rough and tough.”

    He kissed me, stroking the hair on my forearm. “You're my fuzzy, sexy bear boyfriend. And I love you.” He turned to face me, biting his top lip, staring at me, his mouth opening to say something, then closing it again without any words coming out. He shook his head and looked away.

    “What's wrong? Tell me. We spoke about this. Talk to me.”

    “I really want you to meet my parents. I wish we could move in together. They've been asking about it.” He looked away.

    “Have they, or is that a little white lie?” Or a big black lie ...

    “Dad would have if he'd asked.”

    “And your mum, what about her? What's the big rush?”

    “Now that I've found you, I want to do everything with you. When you enjoy doing something, when you love it, why would you do anything else, why would you not do that thing as much as you can?”

    I couldn't argue with that logic. “I thought we were going to call them. Get to know them before they come and see us. I'll do whatever you want me to do.” But can we make a plan and stick to it? “What's happened about the calls?” We've talked about this.

    Christian stared at me, blinking slowly. “Don't you want to do everything with me?”

    He reminded me of a little puppy at the top of a staircase. I am not going to kick the puppy down the stairs, but fuck me gently, I need some space, and if it's the puppy or me, I'm not sure who will win. I bunched my hands into fists and stood, wanting to taking a few steps away before replying. My foot slipped on a few stones then I fell to the ground, my ankle twisted and a sharp pain shot up my leg.

    “You all right?” Christian stroked my ankle.

    I blinked away the tears as the pain shot up my leg. “I'll be fine.” I tried to walk, but quickly sat back down again when my vision blurred and the pain was so much that I felt slightly sick. I rested on the ground breathing through the pain like I did after a big workout at the gym.

    Christian dialled 999 on his mobile. “No signal.” He bit his lip and asked me for my phone. “You're not on Three, too, are you?”

    I could hardly reach into my pocket, never mind discuss which mobile phone provider I had.


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This book was published on January 17, 2016.