I'm at about the halfway mark for Freeing Zane so I thought I would share an excerpt of one of the many scenes I had a lot of fun writing (subject to editing)...
A trickle of hesitation went through Zane as it occurred to him how truly young Connor looked. Instead of asking Connor his age, Zane held out his hand for the paper that Connor had crumpled between his fingers. It took Connor a moment to catch up and then he was handing it over. Zane’s relief was palpable as he scanned the page and found Connor’s age. 29 – old enough. He wasn’t surprised to see that Connor was clean and he quickly placed the document on the table and pulled out his own test results and passed them to Connor. He didn’t miss the slight tremor of Connor’s fingers as they gripped each side of the paper and he watched Connor’s eyes shift up as he nodded his head before handing the paper back.
“I brought condoms,” Connor suddenly blurted out as his hands began rifling through the front pocket of his hoodie. “I didn’t know if you were going to or if I was supposed to,” Connor mumbled as he continued searching. “I got different sizes since I wasn’t sure how big you were…I mean, I kind of have an idea because of the other night. You seemed pretty big so I got large and extra-large. I don’t know if they make a jumbo size but I’m really hoping you aren’t that big because I’m not sure I could handle that.”
Zane was caught off guard by the smile that threatened to overtake him as he watched Connor pull out a pack of tissues, what looked to be some type of wet wipe, the motel room key, another set of keys, his cell phone and then finally a plastic baggie. But Connor’s eyes went wide as he glanced at the bag in his hand.
“Shit, sorry,” he said in a horrified tone. “Mrs. Finney’s fudge…she usually gives it to me in a plastic container but she didn’t have any clean ones and I was in a hurry to catch the bus so I told her a plastic bag would be fine but she didn’t have any left so I gave her the one I had the condoms in-”
Connor’s words dropped off suddenly as he dropped the bag on the table and began frantically searching his pocket once more. Then he was looking through all his pockets. His mouth opened into a wide O. “Oh God, I left them there. I went into her bathroom to take them out of the bag and I put them on the counter for a second…”
Zane did finally smile but Connor didn’t seem to notice as he snapped his mouth closed and then dropped down to sit on the bed. It wasn’t until he saw Connor’s hands sift through his hair that he realized the other man wasn’t amused by the situation.
“I knew I’d fuck this up,” Connor whispered. “I thought I could be that guy…”
“What guy?” Zane couldn’t stop himself from asking. Connor had yet to look at him.
“That guy from the garage. The one who could pretend he knew what the hell he was doing.”
Zane stood and moved to the bed. He forced his hands to remain at his sides even though what he really wanted to do was to reach out to Connor and make him release the death grip he had on his own hair. So he settled for pressing one of his legs between Connor’s to urge them open and the second they did, Zane stepped between them. That got Connor’s attention and he finally looked up.
“Is the guy who couldn’t wait to get his mouth on me still here?” he asked.