Another Dream

Excerpt:
TGIF. Marty was worn out. It had been warmer than normal for an early November day in San Diego, and his boss, Chris, had acted more like an overseer than a foreman. Yeah, they were shorthanded, and yeah, they were behind schedule, but damn, Marty was only human. As he pulled into an empty parking spot at his apartment complex, he saw the man who had recently moved into the apartment directly across from his own coming down the stairs.

Introducing himself shortly after the man moved in, Marty had learned a few things about him. The man's name was Larry Travis. He was absolutely painfully shy. He was rather slender and maybe two inches shorter than Marty's five foot nine. Larry was not quite thirty years old, but Marty imagined he probably got carded regularly, because he could easily pass for a high-schooler. He must've had a pretty bad case of acne back when he was a teenager, because Marty could still see faint signs of the scars. He wore some pretty darned thick glasses, but had eyes the prettiest shade of blue Marty had ever seen hiding behind them, and a mop of gorgeous, honey gold hair.

He'd also noticed Larry stealing covert peeks at him whenever they'd met up in the parking lot or in the complex's fitness center. He figured that Larry had noticed the little rainbow decal he had in the rear window of his ever-faithful Valiant.

Marty made a point to always smile, wave, and toss out a 'how are ya, Larry' whenever he saw Larry and Larry was at least starting to blush a little less each time. It had to totally suck to be that shy.

It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, and Marty didn't feel like spending the evening cruising for a hookup at Snayque's. Not that he'd mind going out dancing -- he adored dancing -- but he'd rather just come home alone tonight than with another mindless pretty boy who was just looking for a fun fuck for the night.

Was there a chance in hell that his timid neighbor could be persuaded to join him and his friends for an evening of dancing? If Marty showed up with someone, it would at least keep the guys out cruising for one-night stands from bothering him.

Marty waved and hollered, "How are ya, Larry?" He flashed Larry a big smile for good measure.