Brandon woke the next morning and knew two things with absolute certainty before he had even rolled out of bed. The first was that the yellowed 1950’s acoustic ceiling tiles on the ceiling needed to go. Today. The morning sun was already high enough that it reflected off of the ripple glass patio table below,…
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32. One Step Forward, All Steps Back
Another wave of peony wallpaper curled from the ceiling and sank into a defeated heap on the floor. Brandon’s shirt stuck to him as the steamer slowly transformed Anthony’s bedroom into a pressure cooker. He wasn’t complaining, though. Both a designer who saw a room desperately in need of reform and a lover who craved a place where…
31. Weekend Getaway
“I don’t get it,” came Lydia’s voice over the cell phone. Brandon cocked his head and narrowed his eyes in irritation. The scenery was stunning from his Adirondack chair on the covered deck, but all he could see in his mind’s eye was his work wife playing with her hair and looking at him through…
Conversing
– A Horny Short – Owen looked up from his novel. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” he offered for the third time in the last painful fifteen minutes. Dean hadn’t moved much in that time. He was still seated on the loveseat, legs spread apart in that jock way guys often sit…
29. One Man’s Trash
Years ago—long before he had moved to the loft—Brandon had this neighbor in the apartment above him who he thought was a royal dick. Having been himself in his second floor apartment for the past four years, he had seen plenty of tenants come and go—some of them cool, some of them not. With each new turnover,…
28. Come Again?
Anthony was overwhelmed by the selection of lightbulbs before him. He stood in the aisle at Home Depot, his mind reeling that there could be so many shapes, intensities, and hues to passing some electricity through an LED. He put his phone to his ear as he scanned the shelves for something that approximated a product as…
Neighborly
– A Horny Short – I thought Ellis was hot the first time I saw him. He had taken up residence in the house next door—quite unceremoniously and completely unobserved by me. It’s one of the great ironies of the typical suburban plastic community. All of the houses are slightly varying shades of putty and…
Shoe Horny 