The Closer You Get

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The Closer You Get – Mychael Black

Hearth & Home 6

Jeff and Chris are lifelong best friends and became lovers three years ago. With encouragement and support from Chris’ doting family, both men move in together and start college at the same school, where they navigate new friendships and explore their ever-deepening love.

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EXCERPT:

February, 2027

 

“Well, how do I look?” Chris Cartwright stood in the living room in his best jeans, a button-down blue silk shirt, and black boots.

Mama stood and came over, fussing with his collar. She grinned up at him. “Amazing, honey.”

Chris smiled and glanced over her shoulder at his stepdad and his uncles. “Dad? Uncle Robbie? Uncle Seth?”

“Lookin’ good, kid,” Seth said. He reclined back on the couch, Robbie in his arms. He kissed Robbie’s hair, which held less gray than his.

“Got rubbers?”

“Good Lord, Robbie,” Mama said with a laugh.

Dad chuckled. “Well, he isn’t wrong.”

“What?” Robbie asked. “He’s twenty and going out on a date. If he gets laid, he’d better have them.”

Chris laughed and shook his head. “Y’all are horrible. Of course, I have ‘em.” He patted his front right pocket just as the doorbell rang. “That would be Jeff.” He kissed Mama on the cheek. “I’ll be home… umm… I’ll call if it’s gonna be tomorrow.”

“Be careful,” Mama said.

“Always.” He smiled and tugged open the door. “Hey.”

Goddamn, Jeff looked good. So good that Chris had to keep from licking his lips in front of Mama, Dad, and his uncles.

“Hey.” Jeff waved at the others from the doorway, then turned his attention to Chris, that hazel stare burning Chris where he stood. “Ready?”

“Oh, yeah,” Chris said as he stepped outside. The second the door shut, he tugged Jeff close, kissing him hard. “Fuck, I missed you. How was the trip?”

“Mm… it was good. Next time, though, you’re going. Kinda hard to find an apartment in Nashville without you, babe.”

Chris took another kiss, one hand sliding down to cup his boyfriend’s ass. “Deal. Now, dinner, movie, bed.”

Jeff groaned and shifted, rubbing them together. “How about bed, order in dinner, and then crashing on the couch with DVDs?”

“Done.”

Chris licked Jeff’s lips, then turned the man around and pushed him toward the dark red Mustang parked behind Robbie’s truck. Jeff had bought it from a family friend, Rogue, a couple of years ago. Damn thing was practically pristine. Rogue loved his cars almost as much as he loved his partner Adrian.