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Free Short Fiction Distributed at MissyWelsh.com by Missy Welsh.

This is a work of fiction. Characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s

imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living

or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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This work contains graphic language and explicit sexual content between two men. Intended for

adult audiences only. Not intended for anyone under the age of 18.

You and a Billion Blue Tiles

by Missy Welsh

Dedicated to the inspiring and supportive members

of the M/M Romance Group on Goodreads.com.

For Trix.

Chapter One

Adam Grindall's eyes strayed toward the clock beside his bed and he groaned. Two o'clock in

the morning! He let his head fall onto the book laid open on his desk, his nose in the crease.

Sure, he was tired, but thanks to four cups of coffee on an empty stomach, he was also wired.

Jittery but exhausted. He had one last final tomorrow in his worst subject and he'd wanted to

cram as much Shakespeare as he could. Which had been stupid. He now knew that he either had

it or he didn't. He'd probably dream in iambic pentameter now. Maybe that would mean extra

credit?

"Oh give it up, idiot," he muttered and sat back. He needed to sleep. Standing up, he intended

to turn off his desk lamp and crash into bed. But he felt too twitchy to just drop. Kind of gritty

everywhere too. Maybe a shower? He grinned. Maybe a hot shower and a chance to tug one out

since he'd be completely alone in there at this time of night? Yeah, that'd work.

The upperclassman's floor of Compton House was eerily quiet for the floor of a dorm

housing twelve eighteen-year-old guys. At this time, there were no loud radios, no shouting, no

running around. Not even any lights coming from under a single door as he made his way down

to the bathroom in the middle of the floor. Just dark hardwood, darker shadows, and the golden

glow of eight little outlet lights to guide his steps.

But it wasn't completely quiet because, as he drew nearer, he could hear the sound of water

falling on tiles coming from the bathroom. Damn. He paused in the hall, thinking maybe he

should just go back to his room. Nothing said he couldn't take care of his tension in there. A

chance at an endless amount of hot water, though, and no one bitching about how long he took?

After all, each stall did have a glass door and a curtain.

Adam kept going, curious now to see who else couldn't sleep. He pushed open the door,

strode inside, and stopped.

Good God.

It was fate. Had to be. Fate wanted him to walk in here and find Lincoln Stone in a shower

stall, curtain open and a billion blue tiles making his cream skin gleam even through the light

mist of steam. Fate wanted to hand Adam a chance to make the guy he'd fallen so hard for finally

see him. Really see him. Fate was like that, but she didn't always give second chances. He had to

take this one.

But Adam stood there in his lounge pants, T-shirt and flip-flops with his little bag of

essentials just soaking in the sight of the guy who'd been giving him winks and naughty grins for

the past two years. Lincoln was all about being a temptation to the boys of the Bennington

Academy for Young Gentlemen. Half of upstate New York probably knew about him.

This was their senior year, though, and Adam knew he couldn't pass up this opportunity to

finally be with the one guy he actually wanted. Whatever happened -- if someone found out and

he had to admit to being gay (at least for Lincoln), if this was just for one night (please, please,

please no!), if Lincoln turned out to be the love of his life (yes!) -- he was finally ready to accept

that his chance had come and he would take it.

"You know I can see you, right?"

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