The 25% excerpt today is from the contemporary short, TREASURED POSSESSIONS:
Eric felt guilty as he held his friend tightly in his embrace, his body reacting to the closeness of his heart’s desire even at this most inappropriate moment. Trevor needed him, needed his support, needed his love it was true, but only the love of his friend, his best friend. Eric had worked over the past few months to regain the friendship that had gotten lost along the way over the last year or so. It had been become buried in the stress and emotional tangles of two people working closely together in sometimes difficult situations. Eric was officially Trevor’s boss, but they worked much more as a team. Theirs had always been a volatile relationship, though at its heart it had been solid; somehow that had become eroded.
Eric admitted to himself that his own personal confusion hadn’t helped. When he’d finally taken his head out of his own ass long enough to recognize what he was doing, he’d accepted that his friendship with Trevor was too important to risk losing over his obviously unrequited emotions. He loved Trevor as much as ever but now it was a well-controlled secret, at least most of the time. However, Trevor’s present anguish was difficult to bear because Eric had no way to help him other than to be there for him. And that didn’t seem to be enough.
Trevor came back to himself to hear Eric murmuring to him. At first Eric’s words didn’t register, just the calming effect of that dear voice. Trevor was so glad he hadn’t been alone when he’d discovered this… this devastation of his life. Was he making too much of the destruction of the bowl? Did he really need the touch of it to bring his beloved parents to mind? He might have lost them long ago, yet somehow he felt they were always with him.
Eric’s presence reminded him that at least he hadn’t lost everything. His past may have been cruelly ripped from him, but he still had his present, his friends, his life with those who cared for him. He still had his best friend. His Eric. He had to stop thinking like that, it was too painful. Eric was his best friend and that had to be enough. He allowed his friend’s voice to calm him. He was aware of Eric’s hand soothing across his back and then he heard the words.
“It’s all right, Trevor, everything will be okay. Shush, shush, I’m here. You’re not alone, you’ll never be alone. You’re all right, I won’t leave you.” Eric kept muttering the same phrases over and over as he gently rubbed Trevor’s back.
Trevor heard the words, and more, he understood that Eric was there for him, would always be there for him. For a while he’d thought he’d lost that and he’d mourned the loss. Then he’d come to understand it wasn’t lost, just mislaid, just a difficult patch they’d been going through and they would probably have such episodes again, but in the scheme of things it wouldn’t really matter.