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Wow, Calvin said.
Brock was embarrassed but at the same time kinda proud of his son.
A second message began. Brockwell, this is Ralph. Brock started to cringe at hearing from his landlord. Now your rent is up-to-date I ve
agreed with your friend to begin the repairs you say you need.
Brock shot a look at Calvin, who gazed steadily back at him.
Ralph s message continued, Brock only half-listening to how the guy would come out on Wednesday morning to have a look at what needed
to be done. The message ended, but Brock and Calvin s gazes remained locked.
You said you hadn t paid him, Brock said.
That was true& at the time.
Brock stared down at the answering machine.
We agreed you d let me help you, Calvin said, putting a hand on Brock s shoulder. We also agreed we wouldn t talk about it until
Tuesday. He rubbed the shoulder.
Brock sighed. Despite their agreement, he was still very uncomfortable with the idea of owing money to his friend& his lover. Turning away
from Calvin, Brock trudged into the bathroom and began to strip.
A minute or so later Calvin came into the bathroom. Thought you could use one of these. He held up an open bottle of the imported beer.
Brock hadn t realized they d brought any with them.
Thanks. Brock took a long swallow. Wiping his mouth, he saw Calvin close the toilet lid and sit. I m sorry.
Calvin shook his head. There s nothing to apologize for.
Brock turned to the shower and got it going. Over his shoulder, he asked, Want to join me? he smiled, letting Calvin know he was okay.
Calvin returned the smile. The two hugged for a time, neither man saying anything, Brock content just to hold and be held by his man.
I think the water should be hot enough now, Calvin eventually said into Brock s ear.
Brock disengaged, stepped into the tub, and held a hand out for Calvin to join him. Calvin undressed quickly and took his hand.
Oh, wet, naked cowboy, my favorite kind.
Brock bent and gave Calvin a kiss. The hot water had plastered Calvin s brown hair to his scalp, making it look darker. His man didn t have
an ounce of fat on him, a fact made even more obvious by the water flowing down the taut smooth body. His muscles were just right, perfectly in
proportion to his frame. As he continued to wash Calvin, Brock became more convinced his darlin was simply perfect.
Brock hated to hurry their shower, but he knew the limits of his water heater, so reluctantly sped up his soaping. Calvin, however, still
seemed to want to take his time applying soapy lather to Brock s various body parts.
They d finished rinsing and had just resumed kissing when the water began to grow cool. Brock quickly turned the knob and the two of them
stood dripping in the bathtub, Brock s hands reaching out to cup Calvin s face.
Brock? Calvin asked after they d stood silent for about a minute.
Just let me look at you, Brock said.
I m nothing special.
Brock disagreed. I ve decided on your new name.
Huh?
Brock let his arms drop to his sides, and then realized he might as well get out and start drying off. He opened a towel and held it out for
Calvin to step into.
Kissing the side of Calvin s wet neck, Brock said, Michael Knight.
What?
Your name. Michael Knight. You ve got the car of course, but it s more than that. Brock reached for another towel and started to rub himself
dry. Calvin stopped him and took over. Remember what the motto of that show was? One man can make a difference?
Yeah?
Well, you ve made a difference to me. Brock wanted to confess his love, but couldn t. If he knew Calvin were staying in town he d have
fallen onto his knees and asked Calvin to move in, marry him, work with him, hell, anything. But Calvin would soon be going back to New York.
I just did what any guy would do to help someone out.
Brock shook his head. You ve done way more than anyone else ever has.
Calvin shrugged. Anyway, I don t think I look like a Michael. And I certainly don t look like David Hasselhoff.
And I don t look like Gary Cooper.
You do, okay; the hair s different, but
If not Michael, what about Knighty?
Fuck off. You re not naming me after ladies nightwear.
Brock laughed; he hadn t thought of it like that. All right then, you can be My knight. You already are, he whispered.
I suppose it s better than Schnucklekins.
Brock let out a bark of laughter.
Fists on hips, Calvin said, But the first mention of shining armor and the name is toast, okay?
Brock nodded, and then kissed Calvin. Okay, My Knight has a deal.
They were done drying each other, so Brock took the towels and hung them on the rail before leading Calvin to his bedroom.
Though I still don t know what s wrong with Calvin, Calvin said, getting onto the bed.
Nothing is wrong with Calvin, Brock replied, lying next to his lover. Nothing at all.
You could call me Cal if you want. Only one other person, Tim, my business partner, calls me that.
Nope, I want a name that s just mine. I m not sharing you. Not ever. Brock immediately wished he hadn t added that last. Images of the
Manhattan skyline started to crowd his mind. Brock stared into Calvin s face to banish the unwelcome visions.
Make love to me, Calvin said softly, causing Brock to shiver.
Although mostly a bottom, Brock knew he d employ every skill he d ever learned to bring Calvin pleasure. He started by kissing at Calvin s
neck, and slowly working his way down, detouring to Calvin s nipples, spending quite some time licking, then softly biting them.
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