[ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] 57 This dating thing was tangled and confusing and important—he deserved Tyrone‟s support. As for Tyrone…. What was that about? Blake got asked out, and suddenly Tyrone started whispering in his ear and massaging his thigh. If it was intended to be encouraging, Tyrone should really ease up; as it was, it had just been somewhere between painful and inappropriately arousing. But Tyrone was unavailable for consultation, so Blake had to deal with this himself. He redirected his focus to Mitchell and gave him a bemused smile. “Yes, I like dinner theater. Saturday would be great.” Shit. It wouldn’t be great. Bitsy‟s first night in the penthouse, and he was going to go out on a date? He wasn‟t even divorced yet. Not that the lack of a piece of paper was stopping Daisy. But leaving Bitsy…. Tyrone would watch her. He‟d probably like having some time with her on his own; Tyrone was always outclassed by her daddy when Blake was present, but if it was just the two of them, Tyrone could have her attention to himself. That would be nice for him. After all, Tyrone had to have assumed this guy would ask him out for Saturday, right? It was all happening so fast. Mitchell‟s smile was blindingly bright, a bit less charming than Tyrone‟s smiles—much less devilish—but just for Blake. Mitchell covered Blake‟s hand with his own, his thumb tracing along its side. “I‟ll call you with more details when I know what time. It‟s going to be amazing. I promise you‟ll have a great time.” The WASPs | Clancy Nacht & Thursday Euclid 58 Mitchell‟s gaze turned heated, as if in Blake‟s agreeing to a date, Mitchell had been given permission to think filthy thoughts about what exactly might happen Saturday night. Of course, that part of it Blake knew how to do. But what was he going to lecture Sherry on? Not putting out on the first date. It would be hypocritical not to follow that advice himself. If he was going to grow up and be an adult and hold a job and have an actual grown-up relationship, then he would need to show some grown-up restraint. Or something. Damn you, Tyrone. I am not ready for this. Tyrone was speaking with impassioned eloquence about regional political climates in Ukraine and whether some Congressional Committee was likely to budge in some policy matters. Then an unfamiliar voice from further down the table asked about some Supreme Court decision. The moment Tyrone began to lecture—he didn‟t just give opinions; he lectured like a professor—Blake knew any hope of getting Tyrone‟s attention was shot. He didn‟t even need to look away from Mitchell to know that. He wanted to slap Tyrone‟s hand off his lap and shout at him for springing this on him and then leaving him alone to deal with it. If Mitchell had proposed going to the bathroom for blowjobs rather than a date, Blake would be handling this so much better. Still, it would be nice to be with someone who wanted an actual relationship. With him this time. The food was served, relieving some of the tension while Blake saw to the process of eating and smiling now and then The WASPs | Clancy Nacht & Thursday Euclid 59 at his soon-to-be date. He tried looking over at Tyrone, but food being served hadn‟t slowed his lecture even a little. Blake made simple conversation with Mitchell, finding out that he wanted kids and was pleased that Blake came with one. Obviously, Mitchell had been thoroughly vetted by Tyrone, leaving Blake with little to do but smile, nod agreeably, make pithy statements that Mitchell laughed entirely too hard at, and let Mitchell stroke his hand like they were already a couple. The evening wound down after a chocolate dessert that Blake was both too keyed up and too full to manage more than a bite of. Then coffee arrived, and people started to excuse themselves, thanking Tyrone and the other partners for the dinner. By the time Tyrone had disengaged from everyone, Mitchell had Blake monopolized, chatting away at him about his recent trip to Cozumel on some kind of package deal for gay law professionals. When Mitchell noticed Tyrone‟s gaze locked on him, he shut his mouth so fast that his teeth clacked. Approaching with characteristic dignity, Tyrone rested a hand on Blake‟s far shoulder and his head on the near one, breaking character with a childlike gesture that he never made in public. “I‟m sleepy, Blakey. Let‟s go.” Blake couldn‟t see the look Tyrone was giving Mitchell from that angle, but Mitchell took a step back. Tyrone‟s voice just sounded exhausted. Needy. His sweet boy who looked so tough but couldn‟t relax without Blake there to soothe him. “See you at work, Mitch. Thanks for keeping my boy company.” The WASPs | Clancy Nacht & Thursday Euclid 60 “Yeah, see you tomorrow, Tyrone.” Mitchell looked wary for a moment, but then his eyes met Blake‟s again and he beamed. “See you Saturday, Blake. It was so good to finally meet you!” “See you Saturday.” For a while, Blake forgot his anger with Tyrone. He rested his head against his, so weary from being charming and listening and pretending to care. By those standards, he and Mitchell might as well be married already. Relationships were so tiring. Then Mitchell headed off, leaving him in an emptying room with Tyrone, who‟d barely spoken to him all night. Blake sighed. He wanted to yell at Tyrone, but he wasn‟t going to do it in public. He didn‟t do it in the car, either, instead riding in silence with Tyrone‟s head on his shoulder. [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl