GENRE: Gay Romance
LENGTH: 5,656 words
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Patrick Trafford is pleased with the simple life he has, spending his time tending a tiny garden accompanied by his best friend, Chad, who just happens to be a cockroach. Nevertheless, he can't hide the excitement bubbling in him when a man suddenly appears in the garden.

Damien Abner politely welcomes, albeit somewhat at a loss, Patrick's warm offer to spend time with him. To have a coffee, watch some movie, and dance along with the characters in it.

They begin to date and Patrick has never been happier, though he barely knows who Damien is -- not that it matters to him. For him, being clueless does mean bliss.

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

Patrick floats through the following day. When Damien shows up, Patrick takes him immediately to near the TV, sets the video cassette into place, and clutches Damien's hands as they dance. He offers coffee and cookies this time and finally brings his guitar out to the sitting room. Patrick feels a bit uneasy when Damien keeps looking at him instead of his guitar.

"Do you like it?"

"Huh?"

"My guitar."

Confusion flashes across Damien's good-looking face for a second.

"Oh, absolutely." His smile cracks. He shifts on the couch to make space for Patrick. Patrick plops down next to him and begins to sing. It's "More Than Words," one of his favorite songs. Damien listens carefully.

Damien is silent, even after Patrick has stopped singing. His eyes turn soft.

"So, what do you say? What do you think of my voice?" Patrick asks impatiently.

Damien's still quiet. Then he closes his eyes and reaches out a hand. He touches the side of Patrick's face.

Patrick holds his breath and closes his eyes too. He doesn't dare to move. Damien's hand feels so warm and good on his skin.

He lets out a heavy sigh when the hand is gone and opens his eyes.

"That's the most beautiful voice I've ever heard," Damien says.

Patrick doesn't know what to do. He puts aside his guitar -- grabs it back -- lays it down on the table -- takes it back again and holds it close to him. He rocks slowly on the couch.

"Thank you," he murmurs -- not sure whether he is expressing gratitude for the compliment or the touch.

Damien stands up.

"You're leaving?" Patrick asks, disappointed.

"I have other things I need to do, Patrick."

Patrick swallows deep. He turns away. "Okay. It's almost dark anyway and I haven't been to the garden."

"Yeah."

"Will you come again?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I'd love you to."

"So I'll come."

Damien waves and walks away.

As if to remind Patrick he's there, Chad crawls up Patrick's shirt front. Patrick palms him up and puts him on the table.

"Do you like him, too?" Patrick asks.

Chad only chirps.