Page 43 of Pride High 3: Yellow

Cameron shot to his feet. “You’re finally doing it? You’re opening your own store?” He had dabbled as a dealer previously, even renting a booth at an antique mall briefly, but not while they had known each other.

“At long last,” Charles confirmed with a nod. “Can you imagine? Me as a business owner?”

“Yes!” Cameron said, because he’d often fantasized about that very thing. And practically begged for it to happen. Charles always dismissed the idea as a gamble. “What changed your mind?”

“A little place became available down on Main Street, and I’m not getting any younger, so I thought it was high time to chase after old dreams. Although I will need your help.”

“Want me to work the register?”

“No, silly! I need steady inventory, and there isn’t much profit in buying and reselling antiques that are in top condition. But with your help, and quite a lot of elbow grease, I can make the shop a success while contributing toward your college fund.”

“I’m in,” Cameron said.

“Feel free to think about it,” Charles said, waving away his commitment.

“Okay. Hmm. Let’s see…” Cameron rubbed his chin and scrunched up his face like he was deep in thought, his expression becoming more exaggerated by the second.

“Easy now,” Charles said, “You’ll pull a muscle.”

Cameron dropped the act. “I’m in,” he insisted. “Whether you like it or not. I know this is your dream, but it’s practically mine as well.”

“Wonderful!” Charles looked toward the living room. “And now the bad news. Lover Boy made me promise to clear out a bit. He’s stubbed his toe one too many times when navigating the living room at night, so some of it has to go. Would you like to help me choose?”

Cameron pretended to swoon, Charles reaching out to grab his arms. He used the opportunity to hug his friend. Then he grinned. “Let’s get started!”

— — —

Ricky felt like his entire body was going to explode. In a good way. He forced himself to pull back. In the dim light of the car interior, Diego’s handsome face smirked at him before coming in for another kiss.

“Enough!” Ricky said, pushing him away with a grin. “We’ve made out so much that my lips are raw!”

“Good,” Diego murmured. “You need to build up endurance so I can really wreck your mouth. With my cock.”

Ricky laughed. “I better buy some ChapStick.”

“If that’s the only thing holding you back, I’ll drive you to the store.”

Ricky checked the clock. He still had another half hour before curfew, but he wanted to show his parents that he could be responsible. “I better get inside,” he said. “But Iamready.”

“So you keep telling me,” Diego grumbled. “And here I am, about to tear a hole through my jeans.”

“For real,” Ricky said, glancing down.

“Yeah, so name the time and the place.”

“This weekend,” he replied. “Anywhere that we won’t be interrupted.”

Diego nodded. “Come spend the night with me.”

Ricky sat up. “At your place?”

His boyfriend seemed to reconsider. “As long as you don’t mind crashing in my dad’s old office. My mom never goes in there.”

Ricky’s shoulders slumped. “I’m not sure my parents will let me. They know we’re dating.”

“Then tell them you’re staying with one of your friends.”

Ricky smacked his own forehead. “Duh! That’s perfect! I’ll say that I’m sleeping over at Omar’s house again.”