The Current Between Us by Kindle Alexander

The gallery remodel ticked away on schedule, maybe even a little ahead of schedule. It truly appeared the opening and the assignment would hit completion right on target. But instead of going over everything one last time, all he could think was how fitting would it be to close one door in his life and have another immediately open.
    Gage could see himself finally settling down into a relationship. It wasn ’t something he’d thought about before meeting Trent, but it made sense to have a regular sex partner in a town you lived in. People did it all the time. Gage could also see the benefits of finding someone to have on his arm when needed. The problem with his line of thinking… Why in the world were his thoughts on a long term relationship with a straight man? How fucked up am I?
    Gage cut his gaze down to the list his curator had slid on top of his desk minutes earlier. It only held his attention for a second before his eyes lifted back to Trent ’s ass. To add icing to Gage Synclair’s cake, his fantastic curator looked to have already filled the gallery calendar for special showings, by someone famous, at least once a month for the next year. The Art Gallery already got big press around the world and the VIP list for the grand opening next week grew every day. His mother’s friend Oprah, only minutes ago, sent her attendance response, as well as Michelle Obama, Katie Couric, and Anderson Cooper. The media would certainly turn out, and the night would be covered if for nothing more than to gain such easy access to the numerous A-listers moving about. The grand opening was going to be spectacular.
    Gage adjusted himself in his leather-bound desk chair, kicked his feet onto the desk, crossing his ankles, and laid his head back on the head rest. Trent still worked in front of him, and Gage ’s eyes were still trained on his hot ass. Trent lifted his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow, using the small arm sleeve of his T-shirt. It was a move Trent did quite a bit. Did Trent even realize he did it or was it an unconscious movement? And, the better question: why do I care?
    Gage knew why he thought of boyfriends and commitments. Being back home, having his mother on him every day. It was all the things his family always wanted for him.
    A grin tore across his face. The plan for the afternoon required patience and dedication, but he knew if he waited long enough he would get a glimpse. Trent sat back on his heels, rubbing his upper arm over his face again, wiping the sweat from his brow. The motion moved his jeans lower, pushing the underwear down, showing an enticing curve of his ass and the sexist butt crack Gage thought he might ever have seen in his life. It was quick, but as Trent rose, the denim slipped lower giving him a visual of a good inch to inch and a half of the crack before Trent yanked his Levi’s back up by the belt loops and tucked his shirt back in, covering himself completely.
    Gage felt rewarded and denied all at the same time. A man with a body like that should be required to never wear clothing anywhere he went. If he had his way, Trent would be sporting his tool belt and perhaps those work boots and nothing else, while on his knees, working hard at sucking Gage ’s now always hard dick. He would make sure Trent worked up a good sweat because at this point, after three days of an insatiable hard-on, Trent would be on his knees, facing one way or another for quite some time.
    Hell, Gage had gone out last night trying to find someone to relieve this hard-on, but when it got down to it, he actually turned a couple of guys down. His dick turned into a fickle beast. Once it came time to relieve this tension, his dick had no problem lying down. It seemed only one person could take care of his hard-on. The one person who didn ’t want anything to do with him.
    Trent ’s phone went off and Gage watched him answer it. A smile spread across his handsome face. Trent turned his head toward the front