So... this is about it... The end...
In my Ice Era Chronicles, no one wanted to publish this book, but I really felt like it had to be out in the world somewhere. Butch is the real parent to Nova, and no one knows that. But anyway, thank you to everyone who read this story.
Cheers.
"Excuse me? Agent Wicks?"
Brice opened his eyes as Clay lifted his head off Brice's chest.
"Agents? Excuse me? Agent Brice?"
All at once, three things struck Brice. They were naked. Brice had fallen asleep before he talked to Clay. And third, a skinny H.S.P.C. guard was staring at them, holding each other in quarantine.
"Oh." Clay rubbed his eyes and then glanced around. "Shit..." Gracefully, Clay untangled himself from Brice and scooped up his plastic robe off the floor. As he tied the belt, he tossed Brice's robe over his crotch.
"I'm Agent Wicks," Clay muttered sleepily.
"This way, please. Both of you." The guard had an amused look flash across his face. This must have been the first time he'd caught people fucking in quarantine.
Immediately, Brice was annoyed at himself. What the hell was he doing? For Pete-sakes, he'd come here to talk to Clay. He'd planned to beg the man to take him back. And now, he might've wasted his chance. Exhaustion from the trip here had him falling asleep, and the sex... Brice shook his head as he yanked on his robe. The sex had seduced him. One look at Clay and his dick took over like a fanatical tyrant.
Brice got to his feet as Clay reached the door. Well, he couldn't think about his mistakes. He had to move ahead. What to do now? They walked through the shower room and into the pipe room where he'd been sprayed with the antiviral crap. It appeared they were going to be let out of here. If Clay left, how the hell would Brice win him back? When he saw Wicks, Brice had lost his mind. If only he'd keep his head on straight and his dick flaccid.
"Agent Wicks." The skinny man grinned as he waved to the hall exit. "You are free to go." The guard motioned to Brice. "Both of you. You may leave Agent Brice. We are sorry for the mistake sent from HQ. We have your pack. You can pick it up in the office. I'll show you where it is and where your weapons were stored."
Just as Brice opened his mouth to say something, anything, Clay vanished out into the hall.
No.
This wasn't right. Brice had to talk to Clay. What if Clay left and got on a train? What if he couldn't find him again? Butch's partner, Tips, was a phenomenal agent who could vanish if he wanted. Brice had to explain he wanted the other man back. He had to say something suave.
Oh, he was so screwed. Brice had no idea how to be sophisticated or charming or anything other than a boring teacher.
But he had to try.
"Clay, wait." Brice jogged to the end of the hall. He caught up with Clay as they reached a small office. On a chair in the waiting area was Butch and Brice's bag. Two other agents and a guard stood around the area. Brice wasn't much for an audience, but he wouldn't let Clay walk away when there was so much left unsaid between them.
