He didn’t even know if Gerrard was interested in him but…“Right, we’re all fixed up,” Gerrard said, interrupting Gerry’s thoughts, as he applied the last part of the bandage to his foot.“I suggest you try to stay off it for a while and apply some alcohol to the affected area.Everyone was willing to say you were attractive, but no one ever wanted to do anything about it.
His professional doctor-ly manner contrasted greatly with his Hawaiian shirt.
On anyone else, Gerry thought, this shirt would have looked foolish.
He had expected them to be perfectly groomed and be-suited.
LA was a tough town to rate your own attractiveness in, Gerry had realised almost immediately.
Almost as soon as Gerry Chasemore arrived in LA he found himself at the beach.
He might have been an African-American raised in Colorado but he had always known he was a Californian beach boy at heart.That was not to say that he saw them as homogenised but it was not un-realistic to say that the American men he had met were not dissimilar to one another.He’d always found himself more attracted to boys that came from either Southern European Catholic countries or Eastern Europe.But somehow on this guy it seemed perfect and he seemed oblivious to how Gerry’s chest had started to rise and fall rapidly.Gerrard ‘umm-ed’ and ‘ahh-ed’ for a bit as he carefully took the glass out of Gerry’s foot and placed it in a dish.He suspected it had something to do with a belief that running away to London – from the intruding gaze of their family or culture – made the sex just that more thrilling. His thin build and his naturally pasty white skin had been a look that he would never admit to have cultivated but if he was honest, he had done nothing to prevent it from happening.