Neon Yellow: Obsessive Adhesives by Andy EBOOK_AUTHOR Ali Slayde EBOOK_AUTHOR Wilde

water wash over him, but still couldn't help thinking about the current events. What had he done to warrant his stalker's —it still sounded surreal—attention? Spencer was so used to being quiet and unseen. Had he done something to provoke this. On the bright side, thanks to the psychopath, Spencer was now naked in Jason's shower while Jason was watching porn. It was official; his life had become an episode of The Twilight Zone .
    Despite what Jason had said about taking his time, Spencer had a quick shower to refresh himself. Preoccupied with Jason and the guys kissing on TV, Spencer really didn't feel like wanking. He just felt like having some food, a drink and curling up with Jason in front of a movie. Exactly what Jason had suggested, and something Spencer never would have believed Jason would be doing on a Friday night.
    After pulling on a pair of soft sweat pants and a T-shirt, Spencer walked through to the living room. Compared to how he usually dressed when there were others around, what he was wearing now made him feel vulnerable... almost naked. Dante's Cove had finished and Jason was now watching the news.
    Spencer took a moment to study the man lounging on the couch. God, Jason was hot: spiky dark blond hair, blue eyes that captured one's full attention. Spencer feared his sweat pants would start to tent. Leave it to his cock to pick the most inappropriate time to awaken. When was the last time someone had elicited such a response? Spencer couldn't recall: high school maybe? It felt nice to be drawn to another—especially someone who didn't think Spencer was a waste of time. If only the circumstances were different. A stalker tended to dampen the mood a bit.
    As if Jason could feel Spencer's eyes on him, he looked over and smiled. “Feel better?"
    "Yeah, thanks.” Spencer smiled and walked over to the couch, taking a seat a safe distance from Jason.
    Jason muted the TV and turned his attention on Spencer. “I was thinking about going up near Herkimer tomorrow; do some camping while the weather is still good, and do some stargazing. Come with me?"
    Spencer's jaw dropped as he stared at the man sitting next to him. Herkimer, camping, star gazing... all that was missing was rock hounding. Jason was perfect. “I'd love to go. I have a tent and extra sleeping bags."
    "No need. I have all that. Unless you want your own tent."
    Did he want his own tent? Spencer wasn't sure; everything was moving so quickly. And if Jason was suggesting sharing a tent... What did it mean for tonight ? The idea of waking next to Jason was very appealing. Spencer knew he should say no, that he'd bring his own tent and consequentially sleep on the couch. And that conclusion depressed him.
    "I'll—” Spencer stopped and decided maybe it was time for a change. A time to break out of his routines and do something reckless. “We can share a tent.” His heart was racing with that small statement. The world hadn't ended and it felt good.
    "Excellent.” Jason's grin was catching and Spencer found himself grinning back, totally at ease. “I don't want you going back to your place until you have to. Maybe Sunday afternoon and we can clean it up."
    The bottom of Spencer's new found ease dropped. He'd actually not thought about the mess his house was in since they'd arrived at Jason's. He wasn't looking forward to going back there at all. “Thanks. I'm in no hurry to go back there."
    A few minutes later, a small Chinese banquet arrived. Jason placed the meal of fried rice, dim-sums, spring rolls, lemon chicken, Mongolian beef, Szechuan chicken, stir fried vegetables, pork in plum sauce, and satay steak on his small dining table and gave Spencer a plate and a fork. “Dig in; it's the Good Luck Banquet for two."
    "I wasn't aware The Golden Dragon had one of them.” Spencer placed a dim-sum and spring roll on his plate, grabbed a napkin and sat on one of the chairs at the table.
    "Okay, I made it up,” Jason confessed. “But, let's face