Say Everything

ManLoveRomance Press LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 16,000
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Gregory has no problem talking Atari, muscle cars or just plain dirty, but will he be able to open up his heart to Chad and just say everything?

Gregory put his past up for sale on Craigslist. He never expected Chad, a gorgeous black-haired devil, to waltz in and take it all. He doesn't leave him empty-handed though, giving him friendship and new memories to fill the space. Torn between his past and the chance at a real future, Gregory has to decide if he can let down his defenses and open himself up to the chance of getting hurt again. But Chad isn't going to wait forever and Gregory only has one chance to convince him to stay, but he'll have to say everything.

This story is also available in Mixed Tape Series Volume #1.

Say Everything
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Say Everything

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Gregory took a deep breath and wrapped his hand around the doorknob. He could do this. He had to do this. He was paying a hundred and fifty dollars an hour to his pushy sadistic therapist to get himself to this point. It would not go to waste. Not like the last twenty years of his life. Twenty years he couldn't get back, but he'd be damned if even the next twenty days would be the same. If he could just turn the fucking knob.

"Everything okay?" He heard the man standing behind him, he thought he said his name was Chad, ask. Chad was here to look through the stuff he had listed on Craigslist. He was going to touch it, judge it and maybe take it. The very thought of it made him sweat.

"Yeah." Gregory hoped the nervous crack of his voice would go unnoticed. He turned slightly and looked over his shoulder at the man standing in the hallway, literally bouncing on his toes. "Just, the room is really full, so be careful."

"No problem. Is this where you give me the 'look but don't touch' lecture? I've already heard it about a million times so I've got to ask you to spare me. I may look like I've had a few too many cups of coffee but, seriously, I'm not going to break anything." Chad spoke so quickly his words blurred together.

Gregory took a good look at the man. He was younger than him. Probably closer to thirty whereas he was on the downside of the hill between thirty and forty. He reminded Gregory of static electricity. Charged, hair standing on end, ready to reach out and shock someone. He could just picture him as a curious and hyper child. He bet the man's mom really had given him that lecture a million times. He found it cute and endearing.

Noticing Gregory's assessing stare, Chad cocked his head to the side and smirked before snidely adding. "Are we going to do this or not?"

Ignoring the snappy tone, Gregory turned back towards the door. "I hope you can find what you're looking for, although it could take a little while to sort through it all." He had stalled as much as he could. It was now or never. His stomach was lodged somewhere in his esophagus. Swallowing down the frantic feeling of panic, he opened the door and walked inside, Chad following closely on his heels.

He turned to the right and flipped the switch on the wall, illuminating what looked like a mess straight out of an episode of Hoarders. Chad stood two steps inside the door, eyes bulging. "Wow, I feel like I just stepped onto the set of a VH1 show. Well, at least I can stop wondering if you were leading me into a sex den and robbing me of my innocence."

Gregory made a sound that was a mix between a snort and a laugh. Looking at the man, he doubted his innocence had been intact ever since he hit puberty. He looked like a fairy and the devil mixed together. Extreme innocence and hidden wickedness, all mangled and tangled together in a way that resulted in something magnetic. Drawing him in with his head full of black curls sitting atop a heart-shaped face. His lips were thin and formed a perfect cupid's bow. Gregory couldn't tell what color eyes he had. They were currently crinkled up as Chad laughed at his own joke.

"No worries here. The kinkiest thing in this room right now is an old slinky I've had since I was, like, ten."

"Oh, cool." Chad's eyes, his green eyes, twinkled and one corner of his wicked mouth tilted up. His eyes roamed the length of Gregory's body. He knew he was a good looking man. Men loved his six foot one height and sturdy muscular build. They loved to run their hands through his long strawberry blond hair. And if that didn't attract them, his chiseled cheeks, wide nose and full pouty lips seemed to do the job.

Chad finished his appraisal, looking him right in the eyes as he pouted his lips and said, "Shame. I can't really say I would have been complaining."

Gregory's heart faltered and he felt himself jerk forward, stumbling over his own two feet. "Uh." It was the closest he could come to a response while concentrating on staying upright.

With a wink, Chad walked past him and further into the room. He began opening the flaps of boxes and peering inside. "I already bought a bunch of slinkys for the goodie bags. What I'm really looking for are decorations, props, entertainment. Anything neon and tacky will do."

Gregory shook his head, literally and figuratively, and brought himself out of his stupor, not an easy thing to do while Chad presented him with a view of his sculpted ass as he leaned further into a box, examining its contents.

Chad was definitely smokin', he thought, and he absolutely made him sizzle with desire. But he could just be joking, may not have been serious. He probably didn't even realize his words had nearly caused Gregory's lust to burst into flames. But he would have to hear the exact words before he'd allow that to happen. Trying to bring the temperature in the room, or at least in his pants, back down he asked, "So, you mentioned an eighties party in your email?"

"Yeah. I do party and event planning as a sort of side job slash hobby. I was hired to throw a big eighties themed birthday party for a friend of a friend of my best friend."

Gregory's brain was still trying to wrap itself around who exactly was throwing this party when Chad started pulling things out of the box. "Sorry, there's not much organization to this. We can just start along this wall and work our way around. Anything you want we can take out and sit in the hallway."

"Awesome! This is going to be fun! Or should I say rad? That's more eighties I guess. Nothing like reliving the past. Our youth and all that jazz."

Fun to relive the past? Fuck that! I'm trying to stop reliving my past. And getting rid of this shit, reminders of things better off forgotten, was a step towards accomplishing that goal. "Sounds cool I guess."

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