I just want to add a quick note, I am sorry for any mistakes I’ve missed. I’ve been suffering a gastro bug and did my best but my best isn’t the best right now. Hope you all still like the short.
What if you’d won the jackpot? What would you do with all that money? Everyone had played that game and Land wasn’t the exception. He’d not known what he was looking at when he’s numbers came up and he’d learnt he’d won. He’d been a blank space as he went through all the bullshit that went with winning that type of money. He’d sat down to hyperventilate when he came out the other side a billionaire.
“So you want to buy an island?” a light male voice asked Land from the other side of a white table.
“Yeah.” he nodded, not really sure what the fuck he was doing. Not really sure if it was still a dream. Though he would hope a dream wouldn’t be filled with a fuckton of people expecting him to ‘lend’ them some cash. It wasn’t like he’d worked hard to get the cash, why should he be the only lucky one. Okay, so maybe they hadn’t said it in that way, but fuck him, after the tenth mate asked him to spot him some cash to pay off their fucking mortgage he’d started to hear it.
The male was staring at him, brow high, an air of expectation. “And what type where you looking for? Private or resort?”
“Private.” Land swallowed hard. “Secluded as possible but with amenities or access to get them on the island.”
“How big were you thinking of?”
“I don’t know. I just want an island to call my own.”
Mr Anthony Bennet gave Land a genuine smile at that, softening his face, making him look less intimidating, like he’d be willing to have a beer with Land at the pub rather then look down his noise at him.
“I’m sure we can find everything you’re looking for, Mr Carter.”
“Land.” Land smiled with lips and gritted teeth. It was something else that had changed with his winnings, how people treated him, like he was somehow better than everyone else because he had a butload of cash.
“Of course. And you can call me Tony.” Because that was polite, though unlike Land, if he kept on calling Mr Bennet just that he wouldn’t stop him again. The world of the rich was a very different place and Land hated it. He just wanted to be him, yet comfortable for the rest of his life but that didn’t seem to be possible, at least not surrounded by everyone who knew him.
“Are you looking for someplace particular?”
“No, and if it could be under a billion that would be great.”
“Of course.” He inclined his head, not blinking, but then again the man sold islands for a living, Land was probably the poorest person he’d known on a professional level. “Let’s have a look at what I have and when we can book you in to have a look.”
“That would be great.” He signed, this was going to be easy. Just find himself an island to go and live on, nothing to it. Land swallowed down hysteria, he’d gotten good at doing it.
It took another half hour before Land was walking out of the agency with a head full of locations and a list of places to look into before the following week when they’d be heading out to see the first 3 islands.
“Hey, Land.” Bradley smiled wide as he stood in front of Land, impossible to ignore, even if Land had an intension of doing so.
“Hey.” His smile was guarded, he felt it, but if there was one person on the face of the earth he didn’t want to look at differently it was Bradley. The most wonderful half-night stand or friendly fuck he’d ever encountered. Land hadn’t gone into the night with intension but the numbers had been called, he’d celebrated hard and with no one else around landed in bed with Bradley for one of the hottest nights of his life. Okay, so it probably hadn’t been any better than any other night, in any other bed, however the longer away from the moment Land ventured the more intense it had felt.
“What you up to?”
“Oh, nothing, you know, just look into buying an island.” He laughed softly at himself for the fact that he could manage to say those words like they didn’t matter. Like it happened all the fucking time. Like he wasn’t about to turn into a blubbering mess of too much money and no one worth sharing it with. At least Bradley had the decency to share with him a chuckle even if his eyes felt cautionary.
“Yeah, you know, I need a break from…” he looked around.
“Something that like. You know how it is, you win a billion dollars and everyone does their best to rid you of it asap.”
“Okay.” Bradley pulled out the word, making it sound like ‘bitter much’ instead. Land didn’t blame him, he was bitter as hell, who wouldn’t be. All Land wanted to do was think on it, to help other until others came at him like a nest of fucking spiders wanting to suck him dry as if they believed they’d deserved it more than him, even though they’d never put money into the lotto it begin with, while he’d used it as a religion, a hope that he’d be able to win and life would be perfect. How naive of him.
Fucking hell, he wasn’t sure he could get any bitterer. It had only been a few months since he’d won. And already he wanted to fuck the rest of the world to suffer as he sipped, well, whatever rich fuckers sipped as the world slowly died of salvation around them.
“Come on, let’s get a drink.”
“At eleven am?”
“Why not, you look like you need one.”
That or a good cry, he wasn’t sure because he’d never felt like crawling into bed and never coming out before. Not like this. It was intense, like maybe just letting himself breakdown and cry would suddenly fix the way his life had become.
Okay, so they weren’t going to be able to get a drink this early, at least not anywhere in walking distant but Bradley took him to a restaurant that had an air of seclusion even as an elbow from a neighbouring table kept a person in line. Today was different, they’d came at a time between rushes and seemed to be the only people in the whole restaurant. Well, not the only ones but he couldn’t see anyone else at a glance so he was taking it as a win.
“You okay, there, Land?”
“Yeah, my heads just rambling nonsense.” His eyes locked with Bradley’s. “And I wish I hadn’t said that. Fuck me.”
Bradley laughed softly making Land smile wide. Fuck he was all out of sorts lately. And Bradley was so fucking beautiful in a way he’d never cared to notice before.
They sat in silence to long, it because an awkward that Land wasn’t sure he’d be able to break, not without, well, okay, he didn’t know. If land were honest he wanted them to stay this way just as much as he wanted to just ask how much money Bradley wanted from him because the one thing Land felt was impossible would be to tell Bradley no and as he sat here he knew he’d give Bradley every sent if it meant the man would smile at him, would give a shit about him. Fuck him, he’d not realised how far he’d fallen.
The food was put in front of them, looking delicious as one would expect from any restaurant and all he could do was sigh.
“Talk to me, Land.” Bradley’s hand wrapped over the top of Land’s as it sat on the shiny wooden table top.
Want was he meant to say? He’d apparently fallen head over heels for Bradley in a half hour walk/wait. That he’d missed just about everything about him and he was only just seeing it, here, right now, with a billion dollars burning a hole in his pocket as he wondered just how long it would be before Bradley asked for some cash and ruined everything he was suddenly feeling. That he was afraid it would cripple him in some way to know Bradley was just like every other one of his mates even though they’d only shared a few hours in bed with each other and a handful of time standing around a pub with a bunch of other people. That life wasn’t suddenly fair and easy now that he had the type of money to make it so.
“Do you ever wish things were different?”
“Of course, who hasn’t, but you can’t honestly say you don’t want the money.”
“Nah, I guess I can’t.” and he couldn’t, not really, he just wanted to have it and everything else. Which he guessed was a little self-centred but fuck him, he’d had people who cared about him, that wanted his company more then what he had to offer, because he’d not had anything before.
“Tell me what’s been happening? Vent.”
“Oh, you know how it is, won big—you where there—then had to deal with the bullshit around winning money, lots of lawyers and papers to sign.” Which had been intense in a way he’d not anticipated. Maybe it would have been different if he’d not won so much money. A few hundred thousand was pocket change, but a billion? He’d spent a month talking and dealing with accountants who his lawyer had hooked him up with to a point that he could very easily have himself a fantastic portfolio which would make it so he’d never loss a fucking sent, which was outrages in his opinion but still had him looking at the stack of paperwork that would make it all happen every single day.
“Huh, didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, apparently a big deal winning this much all to myself.”
“Had people showing up at my house, needing help, desperate when they’d never been before. The worse is I don’t really know that, I don’t know their financial problems but…”
“It’s your money.”
“Right and I feel like shit every fucking day because what if I could help them, make life easier for them? What if they do need it that fucking badly? What if next I see them they’re on the fucking streets.”
“If that were true, they’d have said something before, and if not, where they really that good a friend to you in the first place.”
“That’s the other thing, apparently I’ve got no friends.”
“Yeah you do.” Those fingers squeezed tighter on Land’s hand making his realise Bradley hadn’t let go. He took a breath, eyes flicker up to Bradley’s, seeing them shine back at him.
“We’ll, okay, we were never really friends, just pub mates.”
Bradley let out a huff of air, sounding like Land was the stupidest thing he’d ever seen but those eyes went brighter, those lips curled slightly and Land flushed hot fast. Shifting in his seat, spreading to make some room, rubbing his knee against Bradley’s thigh. they were real close on this table, pushed in nice and snuggly, making a bubble in themselves just from on breath of air and a question that wasn’t as stupid as Bradley wanted to pretend. They’d not actually seen, or spoken since they night.
“Yeah, Land, if you’re up for me hanging around.”
“Going to restaurants.” Lands smile went wide, his chest opened up, letting his breath for the first time since he’d walked Bradley to his door that night. Kissed him at the threshold like he did it to all his fucks when in reality he’d not been able to help himself.
“Buying gifts at a particular time of year.”
“Yeah, that too.” Land laughed. It was light and carefree and he felt like a building had lifted itself off his shoulders so he could see Bradley better.
Bradley’s smile back at him was something Land never wanted to forget.
“You know I didn’t expect this?” Bradley spoke after they’d both started eating the food they’d ordered.
“That I’d been dating someone by the end of the day.”
“Yeah, me either. Never thought I’d see you again, not unless you wanted money.”
“Wouldn’t do that to you.”
Land shrugged, he would like to say it was causal like it didn’t hurt but they both never that wasn’t true.
“Thing was I wasn’t expecting to see you again, not unless it was at the pub but there we were looking like a lost fucking puppy and me wanting to do anything to make it better.”
“Yeah, I get it.” because it had been the same for him too, hadn’t it.
“Don’t get me wrong, I remember a little too much about that night, but it wasn’t clear why until I saw you again.”
“I get it. Was the same for me.”
Holy fuck was Bradley’s smile beautiful and it was flashing at Land, hell, maybe even, that Land was the reason it was there, that it was his smile at least for now, because let’s be realistic he could want forever but that didn’t always happen, not when people didn’t really know each other. But Land knew he’d do almost anything to keep Bradley with him, and as happy as he was right now.
“So…” Bradley spoke as they pushed aside their meals. “Let’s set up date number two.”
“Okay.” he was all for this, all for not forgetting, for having something to look forward to. “Next week?”
“Sure, how about Friday night?”
“Sounds—wait, oh, um, no, shit. Um, I’m going to be gone all weekend, leaving Thursday avo. Going island shopping.”
“No shit. Maybe I can reschedule.”
“Or, maybe I can get Friday off and we can go together.”
“You wanna come?”
“To look at a bunch of islands, fuck yeah.”
Land stood from the chair now that everything seemed settled and he had a date for when he went shopping for what was probably the most pretentious thing in the world and how fuck was it that he saw that now, how a view point can change so quickly.
They hit the counter, both pulling out their wallets, Bradley saying he’d asked, Land looking at him like he was a dick because Land had money, more than enough and he didn’t think Bradley wanted him for his wallet which was proven, right in front of the cash register when Bradley kissed him, a simple brush of lips that shot a spark of life throughout his body, lighting him up in a way he’d not felt since he’d seen the numbers and realised he’d just won the fucking lottery.
Ben’s Wolf Surprise
Second Pack of Cameron #1
There’s something unsettling in having to tell a one-night stand that you’re pregnant with his child. When you yourself are a man, it gets…let’s call it complicated.
Ben rushed to the toilet, sliding into the bowl as he slipped on the bathmat. His fingers hurt as he smacked them into the porcelain moments before he spilled his guts out into the bowl.
His retching, the splash of liquid hitting water and the sting in his eyes were the only thing on his mind as he tried to get the poison out of him so that he could stop being sick. He really needed to stop being sick.
Please can someone make it stop.
Ben took a breath as he slowly straightened himself up. Hoping his stomach was over this burst. He grabbed at a handful of toilet paper and used it to blow his noise before he whipped his mouth and threw the clump into the bowl as he got to his feet. His head stayed on level, hanging over the bowl as he waited. A second, a minute, he didn’t want to stand, he didn’t want to be looking down at the bowl, but it was hard, these moments of calm.
Flushing, Ben stood over the sink, washed his face and mouth out before he grabbed at his toothbrush and started on his teeth. He couldn’t stand the taste, couldn’t deal with the fact that he’d spewed and even though he’d be here again, going over the same routine, like he had six times since last night. He needed to feel clean and without getting in the shower, his teeth were the next best thing.
Ben shuffled his way back into the bedroom then looked around. He didn’t feel that bad at that moment. Queasy, yeah, because of the recent spewing. But on the whole, his head wasn’t hurting, his body wasn’t aching and he didn’t have a temp. He was just vomiting, had been just vomiting for a week and a half now.
Ben did not understand why it was happening. He’d even been to the hospital about it and they sent him home after nearly a day on an IV and all tests coming back clean. He did not have food poisoning or gastro issues. He did not have fucking anything and the fact that he hadn’t spewed at the hospital itself hadn’t help, just got him home quicker.
He’d felt like a fool. Therefore, he kept it all to himself even though the sickness didn’t seem to be passing, didn’t seem to be anything even as he kept on doing it.
He drank as much as he could and he did seem to keep a lot of the water down. He even managed to eat a bit every now and then. Not as much as he’d normally consume but enough to say he’d eaten.
Smells seemed to be a big trigger. And the fact that he lived in a shitty apartment block meant there were a lot of them, at all different times. Each smell different from the next, nothing he could really track.
Breakfast was okay, toast and tea even, but any small waft of coffee and he’d be running to the toilet. The oily mechanic sweaty smell didn’t sit well with him either, which was weird, as it happened to be his favourite smell on a man.
Animal’s…he could not do them at all. Could not stand that animally smell they had, a smell he’d never really noticed until this last week. Dogs were the worst, they reeked in a way that got Ben backing away as quickly as he could. If one touched him, brushed against his hand, his body…well the last time it happened he was at his neighbour’s feet. Luckily, Daniel had been nice enough to wash away the evidence from the front steps.
Odder still was the fact that it took him four times under scolding water to wash the dog’s smell off him and he’d not been able to rest until he did. Could not sit still until it was clearly away.
A knock sounded around his apparent before Ben had made it to bed. He looked out towards the front of his apartment, even if all he saw from his position was the open bedroom door.
To let you know, book 2: Tentative Steps Forwards, a continuation of this story will be coming out early 2019
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