"Losing Sight Of The Shore" excerpt 2
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purple_penAnd now we're getting towards the end, and poor Jay is starting to realize that there might be more to the hot guy he's falling into bed with than meets the eye:
The morning after the third night they spend together, Jay's having breakfast alone in the mess, Felix having been called down to where the rest of his ship's crew are staying, when Vastanen brings his tray over to stand by Jay's table.
"May I join you?" he asks.
Jay blinks, surprised. He knows Vastanen and Felix spend a lot of time together, but Vastanen's pretty much ignored him. "Sure," he says, pulling his coffee mug closer to make room.
"Thank you," Vastanen says formally. He sits, straight-backed, removes a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of something green from his tray, and then just looks at Jay. "You and – Felix – are becoming closer, I believe."
"I guess," Jay says, uncomfortable. Not that it's a secret, but he already had one awkward conversation about this with Indira, who wouldn't even say why she'd come to his quarters in the first place, and he doesn't really want to do it with someone he doesn't know at all.
"We will be at our world in two days," Vastanen adds, like the two statements go together.
Jay looks down at his half-eaten slice of toast. He doesn't want to think about that, because then he thinks about the evening before, curling on the couch with Felix to watch a movie, or the night before that, when Felix tried to show him how to play a card game from his world, and then he has to think about losing it all. He should have stuck to just sex – would have done, if the sex didn't feel like more than just lust and attraction. "I know," he says, since Vastanen seems to be waiting for a response.
"You must understand –" Vastanen starts, then cuts himself off with a frown. "Felix is a person of importance to us."
"Okay," Jay says. "Us?"
"My people," Vastanen says. "Not just those on the ship."
"Okay," Jay says again. It's too early in the morning for this conversation. "I'm not going to try to keep him here. I couldn't if I wanted to."
"You would not be able to, even if you wished," Vastanen says.
"Is that some kind of threat?" Jay asks, honestly not sure.
"Of course not," Vastanen says, sounding faintly insulted. "I only wish to make the situation clear to you."
The morning after the third night they spend together, Jay's having breakfast alone in the mess, Felix having been called down to where the rest of his ship's crew are staying, when Vastanen brings his tray over to stand by Jay's table.
"May I join you?" he asks.
Jay blinks, surprised. He knows Vastanen and Felix spend a lot of time together, but Vastanen's pretty much ignored him. "Sure," he says, pulling his coffee mug closer to make room.
"Thank you," Vastanen says formally. He sits, straight-backed, removes a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of something green from his tray, and then just looks at Jay. "You and – Felix – are becoming closer, I believe."
"I guess," Jay says, uncomfortable. Not that it's a secret, but he already had one awkward conversation about this with Indira, who wouldn't even say why she'd come to his quarters in the first place, and he doesn't really want to do it with someone he doesn't know at all.
"We will be at our world in two days," Vastanen adds, like the two statements go together.
Jay looks down at his half-eaten slice of toast. He doesn't want to think about that, because then he thinks about the evening before, curling on the couch with Felix to watch a movie, or the night before that, when Felix tried to show him how to play a card game from his world, and then he has to think about losing it all. He should have stuck to just sex – would have done, if the sex didn't feel like more than just lust and attraction. "I know," he says, since Vastanen seems to be waiting for a response.
"You must understand –" Vastanen starts, then cuts himself off with a frown. "Felix is a person of importance to us."
"Okay," Jay says. "Us?"
"My people," Vastanen says. "Not just those on the ship."
"Okay," Jay says again. It's too early in the morning for this conversation. "I'm not going to try to keep him here. I couldn't if I wanted to."
"You would not be able to, even if you wished," Vastanen says.
"Is that some kind of threat?" Jay asks, honestly not sure.
"Of course not," Vastanen says, sounding faintly insulted. "I only wish to make the situation clear to you."
