the
lips. He laughed and said, “You surprised me.”
Rush put his arms around Lance’s shoulders and smiled. “I surprised myself this
time.” Then he pressed his lips to Lance’s and gently slipped his tongue into Lance’s
mouth.
While they were kissing, someone shouted, “Is everything okay up there?” It was
a deep hollow voice, coming from below.
“It’s fine, Chuck,” Lance shouted. “I stopped the elevator on purpose. I’ll get it
moving in a minute. Nothing to worry about.”
Rush’s eyes opened wide. He’d almost forgotten he was standing naked in a
public elevator, on the tips of his toes, in a strange man’s arms. And the man still had a
condom attached to his shrinking penis. “Who is that?” Lance smiled and kissed his forehead. “It’s the super who does the night shift.
He’s probably wondering why the elevator isn’t working. Don’t worry, you’re safe. I’m
not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”
Chapter Five
After Lance Sharp made the announcement about getting a major record contract
for Cody and the TV show for Joey, no one’s life was ever the same again. Rush, Cody,
and Anderson became fast friends. Anderson hadn’t had a good friend in a long time, and
now he had two. The only problem was there wasn’t as much time to see each other as
often as they would have liked. Cody and Roy were working hard to prepare for a new
album and an international concert tour. And Rush was busy with Lance, learning
entertainment law and working his way up the ladder at firm.
Though Anderson had been a successful model, making most of his income by
shamelessly flaunting his perfect muscular body in expensive male underwear catalogues,
his only real ambition in life was to be with the man he loved. Anderson longed for a
quiet, secure life that didn’t involve spotlights and cameras. He didn’t want to go into
acting and get a contract for a TV series, he didn’t care about getting his face on the
cover of magazines, and he wasn’t interested in being on anyone’s A-list. The only thing
he wanted to do in life was to take care of Joey, and if possible, adopt a few children that
he and Joey could raise together.
But there were a few problems. With Joey working hard on his new TV series,
Joey didn’t have much time to concentrate on anything but work. Even though they were
moving to Hollywood so Joey wouldn’t have to commute back and forth to New York,
Anderson knew adopting a child would have to be put on hold until their lives settled
down. Then there was Joey’s sister, Harriet. She was fifteen years older than Joey and
she’d devoted her entire life to him. She’d raised him after their mother had died, then she’d helped him build his career as a performer. From the first day that Anderson met
Harriet, she’d made it known without hesitating that she was in control of Joey’s career
and that Joey’s career came first in his life. She even told Anderson once, with a sneaky
smile and a puff of cigarette smoke, “You’ll always be second fiddle, sweetheart,” hoping
to scare him away.
But that didn’t happen. Joey was the love of his life, and no one was going to
push him away, especially not Joey’s unmarried, abrasive sister. After that, whenever he
thought about Harriet or mentioned her to his friends, he sometimes referred to her
sarcastically as “Harriet Lane,” the aggressive sister of the only “bachelor” United States
president, James Buchanan, who ran the White House during Buchanan’s administration.
According to Anderson, Harriet Lane was also the most boring woman who ever walked
the face of the Earth.
Whenever Anderson was around, Harriet’s face tightened and she chain smoked.
She would acknowledge him for Joey’s sake, then she’d start talking to