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Stress Relief

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ISBN: 0-9749923-4-8

Printed in the United States of America.

Torquere Press electronic edition / June 2004

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Chapter One

He had been a big kid -- the football player type. Even in college he'd played and he'd enjoyed it. Not

linebacker big, but close.

Then he'd gone to work and with work came lunches at the Tavern and decadent suppers at Louis' or Chez

Marie or Mekong River. Snacks with Amos and nights where suppers consisted of a bottle of honey and a

plate of apples and his lover's skin.

David looked at himself in the mirror, hand sliding down his flat belly. Those days were long gone, rich food

and lazy weekends and Amos washed away by icy Russian vodka, a steady mix of uppers and antacids, and

hours of work.

He looked good. Lean. Heading toward skinny. Almost quarterback skinny.

Amazing what a lifestyle change could do to... for a man.

***

It hadn't been bad, loving Amos. Christ, David still thought sometimes it was the best thing anyone could ask

for -- sex, laughter, long lazy Sunday mornings, ball games and someone to work with and...

Yeah, the sex was fabulous.

Amos liked to play games, liked to see how far they could go before someone got caught. He liked to tease,

liked to slowly make Amos mad with wanting. They'd both loved the parts after -- the quiet touching, the

ways their mouths slid together.

He rested his cheek against his pillow, eyes closed, hand wrapped around his prick, remembering everything

he could -- tastes and smells and sounds. Remembering the feel of Amos' hand, the way Amos called him

'Baby' so low and fine and it didn't feel stupid or silly or anything because it was Amos' way and David loved

him.

Loved him.

And it hadn't been bad.

***

"I've arranged an appointment with your barber, David, and your tailor, in preparation for your trip next

weekend." Iris sounded so... much like Iris, but a little more quiet since Harry died, a little sadder.

"Where am I going next weekend?" He met her washed-out blue eyes with a smile. David trusted her

completely, enjoyed being able to not to worry about his schedule, not to have to think about where he was

headed and how he was getting there.

She shook her head and gave him a grin. "Your sister's wedding? Remember? You're the best man, David.

Your speech was emailed to you last week in Burma."

"Oh. Right. Maria and..."

"Carlton, David. Carlton Evans."

"Have we arranged for a gift?" He checked his calendar, sure enough, he was flying down south Friday night,

leaving for Paris 3 am Sunday morning.

"Of course. You gave her a lovely set of crystal and paid for the reception."

He blinked over. "You must like her, Iris."

Grey curls bobbed. "She loves you very much, David. Would you care for anything while I'm out running

errands this afternoon?"

"No. Thank you." He meant to say something more, something meaningful, but the phone rang and she

picked it up at his desk, her British accent more clipped and clear when she was in pro-assistant mode.

He was handed the phone with a serious look. "Jergens from Berlin. There's a touch of complication with the

Weston merger, it appears. You'll want to it take it."

He nodded, popping the lap top open to search for the file as Iris searched through one of a dozen file

cabinets and handed him the dossier. By the time he looked up, she was gone.

***

The heart attack was the scariest thing Amos had ever been through. He figured he was dead for sure. It

wasn't just a mild heart attack. It was surgery. They'd had to cut him wide open, and damned if they didn't

find stuff wrong with some of his other innards at the same time. Now he had a zipper on his chest and belly,

a wide, white scar, heavy and smooth.

Now he had a fully functioning heart, but only because of some artery grafting or something. He had one

good kidney, and one that was half the size it should have been. There were other things, he was sure, like

lingering problems from ulcers and shit, but he tried not to think about it, because he was in good shape, for

the shape he was in.

That wasn't the hard part. Neither was the recovery, or the taking up a new job and rearranging all of his

priorities.

The hardest part of the whole thing had been telling David he couldn't stay, and knowing that Dave would

never go with him.

***

The water only came up to his calves. Cool and clean and clear, it lapped at his legs, and he sank his toes into

the mud, enjoying the feel.

Amos bent to scoop up a handful of that water, letting it slide down his chest and belly, over his hip and

down his leg. There was nothing like skinny dipping. Nothing at all.

He'd always been something of an exhibitionist, playing games that almost got him caught. Them caught,

when he was with David, but he'd never gone so far as to just strip down in a public place back then.

Sometimes he wondered what Dave would think of him now, standing naked in a fast

moving river for all the world to see.

***

Amos sat with his feet up on the rail of his porch, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other. His dog Noodle

sprawled on the beer hand side, snoring like a buzz saw.

The sunset was bold and bright, all gold and red and orange, painted across the back of the mountains in

broad strokes. The breeze was cool, but not cold. He could smell the river.

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