Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Air I Breathe - Out Today!!!

The Air I Breathe
Megan Slayer
changeling press
contemp, m/m, anal sex, paranormal, bdsm, shibari
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1726

Sometimes the one who drives you the craziest is the very one you can't live without.

When Taygan walked, Luc thought he'd never see his best friend again. That's fine. Luc's busy with his band, Glow, and isn't really interested in having a love life. There's just one small glitch. He's lonely without Tay, and his pride can't take losing him again. It's up to Luc to decide, but can he live with his decision?

Taygan thought he could handle his element and have a permanent relationship with Luc -- until the need to follow the wind element took over. But being away from Luc is killing Tay's element. To make things worse, Luc's not waiting around for Tay any longer. What's a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?




EXCERPT:

Luc fiddled with the buttons on the stereo. What kind of music was appropriate for a business meeting about backing tracks? Having his music in the background seemed almost too pompous and too close to a date. He sighed and stared blankly at the selections. Nothing really grabbed his attention. With Tay he knew just what to do -- grab the guitar and let the music flow into new material. Brennan wasn't really a date. They were barely friends, and Luc wasn't interested in anything more. Who knew when Tay would blow back into his life, and for how long? Luc glanced over his shoulder. At least Brennan being in the bathroom gave him time to dick around with the CDs.
Behind Luc, the doorbell rang. "What the fuck?" He frowned and made his way across the room. Who the hell... He peeked through the security window, and his breath wrenched from his body. He glanced at the bathroom again. Brennan, wide smile on his lips and a sparkle in his green eyes, strolled into the living room.
Well, fuck. "Just a moment." Luc turned back to the door and twisted the knob. Instead of giving Taygan a chance to talk, Luc stepped out onto the porch and closed the door. "You're here? Why are you here?"
Not displaying his usual bravado, Taygan picked at his jacket zipper. "Luc, I need to talk to you."
"I've got company."
"Who?" Tay's blue-eyed gaze snapped to Luc's. Tay seemed thinner, sadder. His cheeks weren't as full, and his skin was dull, like he hadn't slept in... years.
"Who I am dating isn't your business," Luc snapped. He had to stay firm with Taygan, but something about the man called to something deep down in his soul. "Tay."
"But you're not supposed to be dating anyone. You're supposed to..." Tay shut his mouth. "Never mind." He put both hands in the air and shook his head. "This isn't how things are supposed to be."
"Supposed to be what? Me sitting on my ass waiting for you? Still? I'm sorry. Christmas was everything I wanted but you burned me and the bridge. My heart's not strong enough to put up with you. I said it before and I'll say it again -- goodbye, Taygan."
"Luc. Wait." The sound was little more than a whisper crossed with a cry. "Does he love you?"
Luc whipped around and folded his hands behind his head. The urge to slap some sense into Tay crossed Luc's mind. Violence wasn't the answer. "What part didn't you get? I'm not a yo-yo. And no, I have no idea if he loves me." I don't want him to love me.
Taygan hung his head and sat down hard on the step. "Then hear me out. I won't walk away even though I want to. I'll stand here, on your porch, until you give me a moment. I can't go even if I wanted to."
Luc snorted and dropped his hands. "You're certifiable."
"You don't get it." Taygan looked up at Luc over his shoulder. "I can't walk away this time."
Can't? What the hell? As much as Taygan drove Luc to the brink, a part of his heart always belonged to the breezy air elemental. Come to think of it, he hadn't felt the slightest bit of Tay's air swirling around him. Luc sat down next to Tay and bumped his shoulder. "Why?"
"Can I at least tell you inside?" Taygan's teeth chattered. "I'm really... cold."
"In front of Brennan? Sure," Luc snapped. Cold? He hesitated before putting his hand on Tay's cheek, stroking the chilled skin with his thumb. Taygan was cold -- really cold. Air elementals did adapt to the air around them, but this... this wasn't just adaptation.
"Who is this?"
Luc opened his mouth, but stayed quiet. Go figure Brennan would choose the right moment to make himself known.
Taygan thrust out a trembling hand. "Brennan, I assume?"
The blond man stomped down the steps. "You assume correctly. Luc, a word?"
Luc closed his eyes and his jaw tightened. "One moment." He stood and put his hand on Tay's chilly shoulder. "Don't -- don't go anywhere."
Luc followed Brennan into the house and pushed the door most of the way closed. "Brennan."
"You feel sorry for that shit. Still." Brennan forked his fingers into his hair. "I -- I gave you a chance. I don't give chances."
"Please." Luc rolled his eyes. "You think you know everything. Besides, it wasn't like this was a date. You came to get the sheet music for the new songs."
"I know a lot more than you think." Brennan nodded sharply at the door and flexed his hand, creating a fist. "He's here, and you're not throwing him out so we can work on music. Weak."
"There's history here," Luc replied. "Let me get it worked out."
"Yeah, worked out. With an ass like him, all you're going to get is walked on." Brennan clenched his teeth and pulled his hand back. "You're never gonna get rid of him if you keep kissing his ass. And yeah." He hooked his fingers in the air. "Getting sheet music is considered more than a platonic get together."
"You would read into things." Luc backed away from the door and Brennan. "Just go. I can handle this."
Brennan lunged into the door, throwing a punch. "I am so out of here. I want a guy who wants me, who can heed me. You belong to that thing on the porch."
"Heed you?" Luc grabbed the door handle and flung the door open. The wooden barrier connected with Brennan's nose, spurting blood onto the carpet. "Get the hell out of my apartment and don't bother to come to the session tomorrow. You're fired."
On the porch, Taygan stood, wide-eyed.
Blood poured from Brennan's nose and fury lit his eyes. "I quit. I'm not dealing with your shit." He turned on Taygan and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. "I hope you're happy. He's a mess, and it's all because of your bullshit magic." He gave Taygan a toss and stomped off the porch.
Taygan slumped against the railing, looking limp and lifeless. Luc gasped and knelt next to Tay. The man somehow looked frailer, smaller than Luc remembered. His heart clogged in his throat as he gathered Taygan in his arms. "You can come in now." Just don't die before I can sort this out.

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