Exciting news, Memory Kick my new release is out today, and to celebrate, here’s a little teaser. Cameron and Qusay’s first meeting on the station.
Gay SF Romance
CAMERON WAS having a bad day. Hell, a bad week. Trapped on a station in the middle of nowhere meant he would have to turn down the job he’d been counting on. Bodyguard gigs were sweet. Sit around, watch some rich asshole for a few weeks, and scare off the stalkers. By the end he was mostly bored with a heavy credit in his back pocket. Now he was fucked, and all because of engine troubles he had no control over.
Kelsey was an old backwater space station and barely what Cameron would call up to code. More than a few ship docks were red- light sealed to prevent hull breaches and atmospheric leaks. The throughway was worn and stained, and the walls, once painted a pale blue, were gray and chipped to the steel below. Many of the overhead screens flickered on and off, unable to hold images for long. Cameron couldn’t even be sure the information displayed was correct. From the shape of the place, the arrival and departure times were likely to be hours if not days old.
He ran his hand over his goatee and took in the travelers around him. Most were asteroid miners, real people that ignored the main corridor’s line of souvenir sellers behind their carts. They had come to the station for other, more interesting pursuits and headed off the main corridor into the deeper parts of the station: the strip.
Every station had a strip of some sort, a place where gambling, sex, alcohol, good food, and a variety of other, less savory pastimes could be found. Some were less legal than others, but out here on stations like Kelsey, most everything was legal and taxable. There was never anything but overpriced crap and sleazy merchants trying to get tourist chits on the main throughways. At least on the strip Cameron could get an unwatered drink and some company.
The neon lights called to him for some much-needed stress relief. His stomach growled when the distant scent of grilled meats called to him. Not even the scent of the bitter recycled air of the station dulled his need for real food.
Rounding the corner to the strip, he smacked right into a skinny little wisp of a thing. He was covered in a sweatshirt far too big for him, and a bold yellow sports logo stood out against the dark background. The little body fell hard to the ground with an “oof” and back-scrambled out of his way in a mild panic.
The reaction surprised him, and he stopped in his tracks as the figure gasped and cowered away from him.
“Hey, hey, relax. I didn’t mean to run into you,” Cameron said. Guilt tugged at his chest. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
The figure stopped and looked up at him. His hood fell away from his head, revealing a mop of dark wavy hair and some vicious bruises across his thin face. Deep soulful eyes stared up at Cameron with surprise. Long lashes framed dark brown orbs, and his mouth fell open in an O. He was just a kid, not more than twenty-five, a boy really.
“Huh? Oh, no, you didn’t. Thought you were someone else,” the boy said.
Cameron looked him over. His cheeks were hollowed and he couldn’t weigh more than a feather soaking wet. He couldn’t help but wonder when the boy had eaten last. It was sad, really, how people suddenly found themselves in such shitty situations. It didn’t take much; just one push, and life came crumbling down around them. He’d seen it happen more than once.
There was something… familiar about him. Something Cameron couldn’t quite place. He held out his hand. “Let me help you up.”
The kid flinched away. “No. Don’t touch me right now. I can get up.”
Cameron stood back as the young man got to his feet and the telltale scent of Kick drifted in the air. A rich sweetness like raw sugar clung to his skin. “What are you on?”
The kid smirked and flashed his wrist showing off his Clean-tab. “Why? You want some of me? It’ll cost you. I’m clean and legal, sweetie.”
Cameron looked him over. He’d seen way too many kids waste away on drugs and sex on stations like this. “Would you buy yourself a meal?”
“Honey, I would eat you like it’s my last meal.” Cameron sighed. “And it might be, too. You’re wasting away, kid. Come on. Let me buy you a meal… as an apology.”
The kid shot him a confused look. “You’re apologizing? For what?”
“For knocking you down.”
“Oh.” The young man looked uneasy for a moment, but shrugged. “Okay. I guess.”
“Tell me a good place to eat around here.”
“Lacy’s. They aren’t the nicest people, but the food is good.” He let the boy lead the way through the gray light of the strip and toward a small restaurant. The sounds of laughter and the occasional scuffle drifted from bars as they passed. Music deafened by heavy shields kept the noise level down to a hum of bass.
“What’s your name?” Cameron asked.
“Qusay. You can call me Q, or….” Qusay shot Cameron a seductive grin. “Hell, I’d come to just about anything you said.”
Cameron chuckled and shook his head. “You’re buzzing on Kick.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you are sexy as hell. Hmm, touch me and watch me melt.”
Cameron sighed, torn between amusement and annoyance.
“You don’t like boys?” Qusay said.
“I like men just fine.”
“Aww, honey, I’m older than I look.”