I wrote this a long time ago.
Badly.
The length the story was stretching to became a little daunting in the face of the fact that the punchline could be delivered as well in a single sentence: Frederick Chilton and Brian Zeller in love. A few derisive comments and I pretty much threw in the towel.
But I've decided to give finishing the story a try. For those seven of you following the story, mostly. I can't promise that my smut will be any better after about a year's hiatus, but I did enjoy the pairing and think the boys deserve an ending.
Here's what I'd written of chapter eight last year-I'll try to write and upload the entire thing soon:
Brian was not avoiding Chilton. He merely had other things to do. If the doctor had called he would have answered…had called more than twice, that is, because both of those times Brian had had his hands full…if Chilton had been at the tow yard when Brian's car was released…well, he might have been, Brian didn't know for certain, he's asked his neighbor and his neighbor's sullen teenage son to go pick it up for him…
He was avoiding Chilton.