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Dylan woke up to find Thomas smoking on the balcony. He was in hisusual aviator’s jacket, and today he chose to wear a pair of tight, black jeans that showed off his shapely slender legs. The cigarette dangled from his rosy lips as he took a long draw, looking across the neighborhood at the rising sun. Today was going to be a fair day, Dylan knew, from the way that the rays of thesun played on Thomas’s face. He had a balanced complexion, with gold-blonde hair, honey-colored eyes and draping eyelashes, making him look somehow divine through the mist ofcigarette smoke.
Dylangot up and dressed, picking out his usual black T-shirt and khaki pants. Then,after standing for a silent moment by the balcony door, he pushed it open.Thomas turned at the sound of the opening door, a thin wisp of smoke trailingfrom his lips. Damn. He is half divine. He has to be.
Dylanstood fixed, staring out at Thomas, then said abruptly: “It’s your 18thday in LA, you know. You came here on January the 28th.” Thomas gaveDylan one of his intense stares that was either supposed to make young fansfaint or daunt people. Dylan supposed he received the latter. “What, do I haveto pay for lodging from today?” He took another draw from what was left of thecigarette, then pushed it down on the white balcony rail. “Tell me, Dylan, if Ididn’t let you sleep with me in those 18 days, would you still be willing tohave me stay in your place?” So, after all this propaganda, this was more of ajibe than a reproach. Dylan allowed himself a wry smile. “Do you realize whatday today is?”
“Youdon’t need to remind me that I have lived with free food and board at you housefor 18 days, I can do my own math.”
“No,I mean, what day is it?”
“Possiblythe day that I am supposed to leave. Gone at last, for good.”
Dylansighed, Thomas lit another cigarette, but did not bother to smoke it. SeeingDylan frustrated in that manner was one thing that was cute about him, butThomas decided to stop just there. “Give up trying to talk me into one of yourlittle games, greenie-”
“Thomas,being one year older than me doesn’t mean I’m more of a rookie than you are.”
“Andit sure doesn’t mean that I don’t know what today is.”
Dylan raised his eyebrows. “Then tell me.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” His face broadened into a wide smile as he put the cigarette to is lips.
“Youdo know, then.” Dylan took the cigarette from his hand, took a long drawhimself, and felt as the spicy warmth spiraled through his chest. “HappyValentine’s Day.” Exhaling, he turned to Thomas, and was fairly surprised tofeel him press his lips onto his own. Thedivine being, showing willingness to a mortal man. What the hell am Ithinking of, though Dylan, but instead he was seriously enjoying it.
“That one,” said Thomas with a mischievous grin, as they finally broke the embrace,“was for the time that I almost did so to you in front of a camera.”
“Dude,that was like three years ago. The second movie or something?”
“Well,you have it back now.”
“ButI have you here for the first proper Valentine in my life.”
Thomaslaughed heartily, throwing his head back in a way that Dylan simply couldn’t resist. “Yeah, yeah, my 18th day in LA.”