Happy Friday everyone! Like I hinted about last week, here’s part 7 of Alan and Jon’s story. This week, I have a special treat for you: not only will you meet Alan here, but you’ll also be able to catch a glimpse of Alan somewhere else. In this episode, Alan has a little freak-out and calls his BFF Kyle.
Who’s Kyle, you might ask? Well, he’s one of the MCs in my dear friend and writing partner Kris T. Bethke‘s ongoing Flash Fiction story about Kyle and Asher. So this is a little cross-over between our worlds. Don’t you just love cross overs? 🙂 Maybe it’s also a teeny-tiny preview of what’s to come, because our first joint writing project is going great and we are so in love with our characters 🙂
I’ll post the direct link to her post as soon as she’s posted it. Until then you can click her name in the paragraph above and catch up on Kyle and Asher if you haven’t been following them like I have.
Update: here’s the link as promised.
I hope you enjoy Alan and Jon as much as I enjoy writing them. 🙂
(Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 of Alan and Jon’s story if you need to get up to speed.)
“Kyle?” I hissed out my best friend’s name as I hid behind a tree a couple houses away from Jon’s place. “Kyle, you there?”
“Alan? Why are you whispering?”
“Omigawd, omigawd, omigawd, I’m freaking out. I need you to tell me to stop being an idiot.” I grabbed the skinny tree with my hand, so I wouldn’t flap it like a full-blown drama queen.
“Okay. Stop being an idiot.”
Wow. That wasn’t helpful at all. Usually, Kyle could talk me down from any emergency—real or imagined—but not today. I groaned and leaned my forehead against the bark.
“What’s going on that you need to be reminded of this?” Kyle asked.
“I was on my way home from work and I saw him hugging another guy.”
“Who was hugging who?”
“Jon. Jon was hugging someone who wasn’t me. Right there on the street.” I pointed at the scene of the crime as if Kyle could see me. “He was blond and tall and hot as sin. But it didn’t mean anything, right? Jon isn’t the kind of guy who would do something like that, is he? He isn’t. I know he isn’t. Gaaah. Even if he would cheat on me, he wouldn’t do it literally in front of my house, right? Who would do that?” I knew I was blabbering, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “Besides, it wouldn’t technically be cheating because we haven’t said we’re exclusive. But I like him so much. He wouldn’t do that to me, right? I know he wouldn’t do that to me. But I can’t help it. I’m hiding behind a tree and I’m freaking out.” I drew a deep breath, getting ready for round two—or was it three?—of my harangue, but Kyle interrupted.
“Alan, babe, you really are an idiot.”
No. Nope, it didn’t help the second time either. “But…”
“No buts. Go there and talk to him. Don’t hide behind a tree. Don’t jump to conclusions based on what you think you saw. Don’t be like one of the Too Stupid To Live characters in your beloved romance novels that you always complain about. You know, the ones who run screaming after only hearing one side of a phone conversation.”
For the first time since Jon and Mr. Blond Hotness had walked into Jon’s house, I took my eyes off his door, turned around, and leaned my back against the tree. “Did you just accuse me of enacting The Big Misunderstanding?”
“If that’s what it’s called, then yes,” said Mr. Smug Best Friend.
“You can say that again. Now, march your ass over there and talk to him.”
And just like that, the panic bled away. “Thank you, Kyle. I knew there was a reason you’re my best friend.”
“You got that right. Go. Call me later and let me know what happened. Love you.”
“I will. Love you. Bye.”
I jammed my phone into my pocket, stepped away from the tree, and jogged the last few feet to Jon’s house. After a deep breath, I knocked.
I didn’t have to wait long before the door flew open.
Jon’s eyes lit up and his face broke out into a smile. “Alan! I’m happy to see you.” He reached out and grabbed my wrist with his strong fingers, hauling me flush to his body and wound his arms around my waist. He leaned in with his gaze zeroed in on my lips. My hands flew to his face, cupping his bearded cheeks.
His mouth was demanding on mine, his tongue invaded and dueled, and his breath turned ragged. His grip on my waist tightened, making my panicked fluttering heart race for a completely different reason than it had just moments before, and my dick twitch in my pants.
He ended the kiss far too soon and stared at me with hooded eyes. “I missed you,” he said.
Wow. I really was an idiot. I needed to buy Kyle a fucking present for his help.
I slid my hands down Jon’s neck, his clavicles, his chest, and rested them on his stomach. “I missed you, too.”
He waggled his eyebrows at me with a teasing smile. “I’m glad you decided to stop hiding behind the tree.”
My eyes rounded. “You saw me?”
“Oh, honey.” He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. No tongue. I felt like pouting. “The Neighborhood Association just planted that tree. It’s a baby tree. Not even you are slender enough to be invisible behind it.”
I groaned and hid my face in his neck. His hands caressed my back, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. “I’m an idiot,” I muttered for the millionth time in ten minutes.
Jon kissed my temple. “Mhm.”
“Hey!” I gave him a light smack with my palm on his stomach. “You’re not supposed to agree.”
“Sorry,” he said, but the laughter in his voice told me he was anything but. I’d let him get away with it. This time. “Who were you talking to out there anyway?”
“My friend Kyle.”
“Ah. The BFF, right?”
“Yeah.” The mortification had abated and instead I was hypnotized by his scent.
“I really need to meet him one day soon.”
I looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were soft and fond as he looked at me, and my stomach jumped. “You want to meet Kyle?”
“Of course, I want to meet my boyfriend’s best friend. Why wouldn’t I?”
My breathing stuttered to a halt. Boyfriend. Did he say boyfriend? He said boyfriend, right?
“Breathe, honey.” Jon chuckled and kissed my nose.
I did. And I could swear the air felt different. It was the kind of air only someone with a boyfriend breathed.
Our moment was interrupted by a deafening yell from somewhere in the house. “Johnny! Where’d you go?”
“Coming!” Jon hollered back. To me, he said, “Speaking of meeting important people. Come meet my cousin Joe.”
Oh man. Kyle was going to laugh his ass off.
Who cared? I had a boyfriend.
Happy weekend everyone.