?Your sister was here looking for you over the weekend.?
Canaan paused briefly, then resumed pulling on his pants. It was so quiet, he could hear the zipper being worked and Merrick?s soft breaths behind him on the bed. He didn?t answer, nor did he even look at the man before bending to collect his shirt and socks from the floor.
?I don?t know why she thought to come to me. You haven?t been here in a couple months.? His bed was pushed up against the wall and Merrick sat leaning his back into the wood paneling, one knee bent with his arm draped on top of it. He was naked, covered across the waist with a grey sheet. When Canaan reached for his boots next, the boy leaned to catch the back of his shirt.
?Merrick,? Cane rumbled, barely glancing over his shoulder. He didn?t sound pleased, but didn?t pull away from the hold.
?Stay? I?ve missed you.?
The Cajun sighed, finally turning around to fix his lover with a weary expression. Hazel eyes looked the boy over slowly from head to toe. He was tall with boyish features, usually sported a smooth face and had a pallid complexion despite all his time spent working on the docks in the sun. Where the boy?s color didn?t give his profession away, his physique did; lean and muscular. But it was the long, shoulder-length brown hair that had drawn Canaan to him in the first place. ?Merrick. I can?t give ya what?cha wan?.?
?You could, I think. You?re just not willing to try.? He lifted a hand to touch the Cajun?s cheek and frowned when Canaan pulled away. Angry brown eyes watched Cane turn his back once more, bending to pull on his boots. The bed creaked as he moved, sliding his arms around the man from behind. Merrick curled against him, leeching the heat that still poured from the Cajun?s skin. ?Why did you come to me tonight, then, if you didn?t miss me, too??
Canaan stared at his boots, elbows on his knees. ?Sal wasn? in da mood.? He had other lovers, sure, but this answer would hurt Merrick and the Cajun knew it. Reaching up, he pushed the boy?s hands away and got up from the bed to tuck in his shirt.
?He can?t do what I can.?
?You muddied what ya did f?me when ya fell in love wit? me, Merrick.? The boy glared at the Cajun, trying not to cry and Canaan had to look away from him. ?I tol?ja I ain? got a heart no more. I ain? got no love ta give, boy.?
?But you do!? He gathered the sheets around his waist and hurried off the bed to chase after Canaan. ?Cane, you do. You spend so much time trying to block out the pain, trying to forget Jeremy?s place in your life. It still hurts because you have a heart. Because you still love him. He wouldn?t want you to shut people out. He?d want you to move on.?
In a flash, the Cajun ?rounded on Merrick with fire in his eyes. The severe expression made the boy pull up short and take a step back. Canaan stuck a finger in the other man?s face, rage and pain distorting his face. ?Don?chou ever say his name again, Merrick. You don? know anyt?ing ?bout him.?
Canaan paused briefly, then resumed pulling on his pants. It was so quiet, he could hear the zipper being worked and Merrick?s soft breaths behind him on the bed. He didn?t answer, nor did he even look at the man before bending to collect his shirt and socks from the floor.
?I don?t know why she thought to come to me. You haven?t been here in a couple months.? His bed was pushed up against the wall and Merrick sat leaning his back into the wood paneling, one knee bent with his arm draped on top of it. He was naked, covered across the waist with a grey sheet. When Canaan reached for his boots next, the boy leaned to catch the back of his shirt.
?Merrick,? Cane rumbled, barely glancing over his shoulder. He didn?t sound pleased, but didn?t pull away from the hold.
?Stay? I?ve missed you.?
The Cajun sighed, finally turning around to fix his lover with a weary expression. Hazel eyes looked the boy over slowly from head to toe. He was tall with boyish features, usually sported a smooth face and had a pallid complexion despite all his time spent working on the docks in the sun. Where the boy?s color didn?t give his profession away, his physique did; lean and muscular. But it was the long, shoulder-length brown hair that had drawn Canaan to him in the first place. ?Merrick. I can?t give ya what?cha wan?.?
?You could, I think. You?re just not willing to try.? He lifted a hand to touch the Cajun?s cheek and frowned when Canaan pulled away. Angry brown eyes watched Cane turn his back once more, bending to pull on his boots. The bed creaked as he moved, sliding his arms around the man from behind. Merrick curled against him, leeching the heat that still poured from the Cajun?s skin. ?Why did you come to me tonight, then, if you didn?t miss me, too??
Canaan stared at his boots, elbows on his knees. ?Sal wasn? in da mood.? He had other lovers, sure, but this answer would hurt Merrick and the Cajun knew it. Reaching up, he pushed the boy?s hands away and got up from the bed to tuck in his shirt.
?He can?t do what I can.?
?You muddied what ya did f?me when ya fell in love wit? me, Merrick.? The boy glared at the Cajun, trying not to cry and Canaan had to look away from him. ?I tol?ja I ain? got a heart no more. I ain? got no love ta give, boy.?
?But you do!? He gathered the sheets around his waist and hurried off the bed to chase after Canaan. ?Cane, you do. You spend so much time trying to block out the pain, trying to forget Jeremy?s place in your life. It still hurts because you have a heart. Because you still love him. He wouldn?t want you to shut people out. He?d want you to move on.?
In a flash, the Cajun ?rounded on Merrick with fire in his eyes. The severe expression made the boy pull up short and take a step back. Canaan stuck a finger in the other man?s face, rage and pain distorting his face. ?Don?chou ever say his name again, Merrick. You don? know anyt?ing ?bout him.?