For All Eternity

by cosmiccastawayuk

Blaine Anderson has spent his whole life in Alabama dreaming, quite literally, of meeting a man with ocean eyes throughout different dates in history. When he gets a letter from his uncle's lawyer stating that he has been left an estate in New York he jumps at the chance. Will he finally meet a gorgeous guy and forget the man in his dreams or is his destiny already written?

2. Chicago, 1936AD

Chapter One

Chicago, Illinois, USA. 1936AD.

Playing with the toothpick in his mouth, Thomas watched a boy from across the street with great interest, his heart pounding inside his chest as he leant against a lamppost observing this boy packing bags into a rich family's auto mobile. One of those flashy ones in red that could do up to fifty miles an hour Thomas had heard. The boy was dressed in one of those fashionable, tight navy pin striped suits with the vest the same colour and a maroon tie with a navy trilby on his head and he looked like he was born to wear clothes like that. His tall, lean figure with legs that seemed endless could pull it off like nobody's business. Thomas was hooked. This boy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, with his tight, muscular body and his piercing eyes that were both blue and yet green at the same time. Like the colour of the ocean. As the boy looked across the road his eyes caught Thomas' own hazel orbs and all the breath in his body left him as their eyes locked together. Feeling like a jolt of electricity was passing through his entire body, Thomas stood unable to move.

Thomas felt like he had stood gawking at this beauteous guy for a lifetime, when the guy finally pulled away, some high maintenance looking girl having shouted something at him. Thomas envied that girl right then and there. She was a part of this guy's life and he wasn't. It didn't seem fair, but then life wasn't really very fair, was it? He had learned that the hard way when he had told his father that he preferred boys and he threw Thomas out onto the streets. That was when he had been thirteen years old. Now he knew better at the grand old age of nineteen. No, Thomas Coleman was no fool. He had learned from his mistakes. It was something you kept to yourself. On the down low. You didn't ever discuss these things to anyone. A bit like the prohibition. Everyone had drunk in secret but no one had ever talked about it.

It was pointless to even think about this boy any longer. He was clearly from a wealthy family, and Thomas wasn't. He had no family any more. This boy's family wouldn't even consider Thomas a prospect. The fact that he was a boy for starters was enough. But being poor? God forbid that match. He was probably engaged to that piece of fluff that had called to him anyhow. The petite, skinny brunette that looked like she didn't eat anything at all. She probably didn't even realise how lucky she even was. She probably thought it was her right and privilege to marry someone like that.

Thomas doffed his own cap, sighing as he turned away ambling down the street to his place of work. Being a hotel bell hop wasn't the swankiest or best paying gigs in town but it bought him enough dough to get by in his tiny apartment and it allowed him to play gigs in the evenings in some of the hottest bars in town. Walking away from the most handsome man Thomas had ever laid eyes on, he returned with great reluctance to his own, less affluent world. He would probably never see this guy again in his entire life. That saddened Thomas more than he could ever say. They were from two separate worlds though, how would it have ever possibly worked?