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Which Way the Wind Blows
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
2,081
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Warren looked up at the brownstone in front of him with a lot of trepidation. It was the first time he’d ever been to New York City, so he wasn’t yet accustomed to the many varied and loud sounds. He adjusted his backpack and sighed as he glanced around him. Not only was the city huge, it was crowded as hell. And the people around him very rarely smiled in greeting, it seemed. His cab driver pretended he didn’t speak English, even though he answered the dispatcher on the radio in perfect fashion, and Warren had been pushed and nudged down the street until he got here.
Still, his sister had assured him this move was the best thing for him. His company’s main office was located here and now he’d get a lot more responsibility, since he’d be working with more people. It was definitely the right move for his career. Things moved very quickly in the information technology world, and staying in such an inactive satellite office would result in stagnating skills.
But no matter how badly Chris had treated him, he was still the only boyfriend – or significant other at all, really – that Warren had ever had, and he missed him. His resolve almost wavered on the way to the airport that morning, and he’d had to constantly remind himself that no matter where Chris was he was likely screwing Victoria at that very second. The mental image helped him steel himself as he boarded the plane. He’d sent all of his furniture and the other items he couldn’t carry with him on ahead of him, and he’d made sure he’d sold his car, turned in his apartment keys and got his security deposit back from the realtor. No matter what happened in New York, he knew he wouldn’t ever need to return to Seattle. In fact, it would be best if he avoided the area until the emptiness abated and he’d built his new life.
Taking a deep breath, he bent down and picked up the two large suitcases he’d brought with him. Then he made his way up the front stairs. He didn’t have his key yet, so he had to ring the doorbell to his new apartment and wait to be buzzed in.
“Is that my beloved brother?” Mindy’s voice chimed through the intercom.
“Why? Were you expecting someone else?”
“Get in here!” she laughed as she buzzed him in.
Warren shouldered the door open as he wrestled his suitcases over the threshold. Since the apartment was on the first floor, he was grateful he wouldn’t have to lug them up the stairs anymore. Mindy opened the door and greeted him in the hallway, stooping to grab one of the suitcases.
“It’s kind of heavy,” he warned her.
“You know I’m built like an ox,” she grinned.
Liar, he thought as he watched her drag it through the door. Mindy was quite a bit smaller than his own six-foot-four frame, but was built just was skinny. She had the same brown hair and eyes as he did, though fate favored her with a nose size that fit with her features. Though she was plain and generally didn’t wear make-up, her vibrant personality always attracted flocks of people to her. Warren often envied her easy rapport with strangers, as she’d never been without friends.
“How was your trip?” she asked, panting from the exertion of dragging the large bag inside and flopping onto the couch as she spoke.
“Not bad,” he said, offering her a small smile. “Glad to see the furniture made it here.”
“Me, too! We wouldn’t have anywhere to sit otherwise!”
“And glad to see I’m of some use to you.”
“Stop teasing!” she laughed. “You know I wanted you here for more than your furniture!”
“Yeah. You needed my share of the rent, too.”
“That’s right!” She stuck her tongue out at him as he folded his tall body into one of the chairs. Then she held out her hand.
“What?”
“You cell phone,” she said simply.
“Why?”
“I’m changing the number for you.”
“Mind!”
“Don’t Mind me, Warren! You know he’ll call as soon as he finds you gone. Why keep even a slight connection open to him?”
He sighed and pulled the device out of his pocket, handing it over without anymore protest. Honestly, sometimes he felt like the younger sibling in the relationship. But he had to admit, Mindy did seem to know better about these things than he did. He watched as she called his service provider and changed his number, even getting him a local New York City one. Well, that’s that, he thought when he took it back from her after she was through.
“There,” she said. “Now, I know it’ll be too much to ask you not to think about him, but I promise you that things will get easier in time.”
“If you say so.”
“Of course I say so!” she laughed. “After all the breakups I’ve been through, I don’t know how you dare to doubt me.”
He shrugged and sat back in his seat.
“You want to do a little sightseeing before we eat?” she asked. “Maybe get accustomed to the area a little?”
“I guess. Where are we eating?”
She grinned and shrugged. “What are you in the mood for?”
“I don’t know,” he smiled softly, suddenly grateful to be living with his sister again. He should have remembered her impulsive streak. It was one of her best qualities, as far as he was concerned. He’d done many things he never would have if it wasn’t for her. “What’s good?”
“This is New York!” she squealed. “It’s all good!”
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Chris smiled as he turned the key in his apartment door. It was good to be home. The wedding was beautiful. Victoria was insatiable. It had been an awesome trip as far as he was concerned. He’d been tempted to take her home with him, like she’d asked him to. But thoughts of how he left things with Warren poked him, and he knew he’d have to deal with them soon. He’d made sure not to call his lover while he was away, to let Warren’s own insecurities work on him. Right about now, he should be frantically worried that Chris wouldn’t want to come back to him. In the exact mental state the blonde man wanted him to be in, actually. Now, when he opened the door to see Chris there, he’d be so happy that he’d forget all about the fight and let Chris fuck him all night long. Those fucks were the best, the blonde thought. A desperate Warren was a horny Warren. And Chris found himself craving the man already.
Maybe I shouldn’t even call him, Chris thought. Maybe I should just show up. But then he remembered the time. Warren’s building was like a fortress after 10 p.m. and the buzzers weren’t very loud. It was already 11:30, and if Warren had fallen asleep, there’d be no way he’d hear it. In fact, he might not even hear the phone ring he was such a heavy sleeper. Still, Chris wanted to smooth things over with him tonight so he could spend the rest of the weekend with him, holding him, as that seemed to be what would most appease Warren right now. Chris smirked as he picked up his phone and pressed the speed dial code. It rang once, but the voice that answered wasn’t Warren’s.
“The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected,” the automated operator informed him. “No further information is available.”
The message repeated itself then the line was severed and Chris was left in a stunned silence. He hadn’t dialed the wrong number, as it was programmed into his speed dial. Could Warren have changed his number? But why would he do that? Was he still that angry? But why would he think that changing his number would help? Chris could find him easily. In fact, he thought resolutely as he plucked up his keys, Chris is going to find him right now.
The drive over to Warren’s building wasn’t all that long, but Chris still wrinkled his nose in slight derision. He didn’t know why his lover wanted to live in the dingy part of town anyway. He made enough money to move to a better neighborhood. Chris shook his head as he parked his new Honda in front of the big building. He got out and looked around him, glowering as he walked toward the front door. When he reached it, he raised his fingers to press the button. He waited for a minute or so after it buzzed, but no one answered. Cursing under his breath, he pressed it again and tapped his foot while he waited. Nothing. He looked at the list to make sure he was pressing the correct bell but Warren’s unit number was missing his name. Huh? Chris could have sworn it was there last time he’d visited.
He shook his head again and walked around the side of the building to the parking lot. He craned his neck, looking for Warren’s old jalopy and then his eyebrows went up when he didn’t see it in its spot. What the hell is going on? He stomped back to his car and got in, stewing as he gripped the steering wheel. This couldn’t be was it looks like, he told himself. Before he switched on the ignition he decided to try one more thing. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Warren’s own cell number, prepared to give his lover a huge piece of his mind for this trick.
“The number you are trying to reach has been changed,” another recording told him. “The new number is unlisted.”
Chris’ mouth dropped open and a chill ran down his back. He hadn’t counted on Warren being serious about the breakup when he left. And now he didn’t know where to begin to look for him. Where the fuck could he be? He sighed and switched the ignition on, deciding there was nothing he could do about it tonight. But tomorrow he intended to scour Seattle for his lover. And when he found him, Warren would be the one doing all of the explaining.
Chapter 2
Warren looked up at the brownstone in front of him with a lot of trepidation. It was the first time he’d ever been to New York City, so he wasn’t yet accustomed to the many varied and loud sounds. He adjusted his backpack and sighed as he glanced around him. Not only was the city huge, it was crowded as hell. And the people around him very rarely smiled in greeting, it seemed. His cab driver pretended he didn’t speak English, even though he answered the dispatcher on the radio in perfect fashion, and Warren had been pushed and nudged down the street until he got here.
Still, his sister had assured him this move was the best thing for him. His company’s main office was located here and now he’d get a lot more responsibility, since he’d be working with more people. It was definitely the right move for his career. Things moved very quickly in the information technology world, and staying in such an inactive satellite office would result in stagnating skills.
But no matter how badly Chris had treated him, he was still the only boyfriend – or significant other at all, really – that Warren had ever had, and he missed him. His resolve almost wavered on the way to the airport that morning, and he’d had to constantly remind himself that no matter where Chris was he was likely screwing Victoria at that very second. The mental image helped him steel himself as he boarded the plane. He’d sent all of his furniture and the other items he couldn’t carry with him on ahead of him, and he’d made sure he’d sold his car, turned in his apartment keys and got his security deposit back from the realtor. No matter what happened in New York, he knew he wouldn’t ever need to return to Seattle. In fact, it would be best if he avoided the area until the emptiness abated and he’d built his new life.
Taking a deep breath, he bent down and picked up the two large suitcases he’d brought with him. Then he made his way up the front stairs. He didn’t have his key yet, so he had to ring the doorbell to his new apartment and wait to be buzzed in.
“Is that my beloved brother?” Mindy’s voice chimed through the intercom.
“Why? Were you expecting someone else?”
“Get in here!” she laughed as she buzzed him in.
Warren shouldered the door open as he wrestled his suitcases over the threshold. Since the apartment was on the first floor, he was grateful he wouldn’t have to lug them up the stairs anymore. Mindy opened the door and greeted him in the hallway, stooping to grab one of the suitcases.
“It’s kind of heavy,” he warned her.
“You know I’m built like an ox,” she grinned.
Liar, he thought as he watched her drag it through the door. Mindy was quite a bit smaller than his own six-foot-four frame, but was built just was skinny. She had the same brown hair and eyes as he did, though fate favored her with a nose size that fit with her features. Though she was plain and generally didn’t wear make-up, her vibrant personality always attracted flocks of people to her. Warren often envied her easy rapport with strangers, as she’d never been without friends.
“How was your trip?” she asked, panting from the exertion of dragging the large bag inside and flopping onto the couch as she spoke.
“Not bad,” he said, offering her a small smile. “Glad to see the furniture made it here.”
“Me, too! We wouldn’t have anywhere to sit otherwise!”
“And glad to see I’m of some use to you.”
“Stop teasing!” she laughed. “You know I wanted you here for more than your furniture!”
“Yeah. You needed my share of the rent, too.”
“That’s right!” She stuck her tongue out at him as he folded his tall body into one of the chairs. Then she held out her hand.
“What?”
“You cell phone,” she said simply.
“Why?”
“I’m changing the number for you.”
“Mind!”
“Don’t Mind me, Warren! You know he’ll call as soon as he finds you gone. Why keep even a slight connection open to him?”
He sighed and pulled the device out of his pocket, handing it over without anymore protest. Honestly, sometimes he felt like the younger sibling in the relationship. But he had to admit, Mindy did seem to know better about these things than he did. He watched as she called his service provider and changed his number, even getting him a local New York City one. Well, that’s that, he thought when he took it back from her after she was through.
“There,” she said. “Now, I know it’ll be too much to ask you not to think about him, but I promise you that things will get easier in time.”
“If you say so.”
“Of course I say so!” she laughed. “After all the breakups I’ve been through, I don’t know how you dare to doubt me.”
He shrugged and sat back in his seat.
“You want to do a little sightseeing before we eat?” she asked. “Maybe get accustomed to the area a little?”
“I guess. Where are we eating?”
She grinned and shrugged. “What are you in the mood for?”
“I don’t know,” he smiled softly, suddenly grateful to be living with his sister again. He should have remembered her impulsive streak. It was one of her best qualities, as far as he was concerned. He’d done many things he never would have if it wasn’t for her. “What’s good?”
“This is New York!” she squealed. “It’s all good!”
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Chris smiled as he turned the key in his apartment door. It was good to be home. The wedding was beautiful. Victoria was insatiable. It had been an awesome trip as far as he was concerned. He’d been tempted to take her home with him, like she’d asked him to. But thoughts of how he left things with Warren poked him, and he knew he’d have to deal with them soon. He’d made sure not to call his lover while he was away, to let Warren’s own insecurities work on him. Right about now, he should be frantically worried that Chris wouldn’t want to come back to him. In the exact mental state the blonde man wanted him to be in, actually. Now, when he opened the door to see Chris there, he’d be so happy that he’d forget all about the fight and let Chris fuck him all night long. Those fucks were the best, the blonde thought. A desperate Warren was a horny Warren. And Chris found himself craving the man already.
Maybe I shouldn’t even call him, Chris thought. Maybe I should just show up. But then he remembered the time. Warren’s building was like a fortress after 10 p.m. and the buzzers weren’t very loud. It was already 11:30, and if Warren had fallen asleep, there’d be no way he’d hear it. In fact, he might not even hear the phone ring he was such a heavy sleeper. Still, Chris wanted to smooth things over with him tonight so he could spend the rest of the weekend with him, holding him, as that seemed to be what would most appease Warren right now. Chris smirked as he picked up his phone and pressed the speed dial code. It rang once, but the voice that answered wasn’t Warren’s.
“The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected,” the automated operator informed him. “No further information is available.”
The message repeated itself then the line was severed and Chris was left in a stunned silence. He hadn’t dialed the wrong number, as it was programmed into his speed dial. Could Warren have changed his number? But why would he do that? Was he still that angry? But why would he think that changing his number would help? Chris could find him easily. In fact, he thought resolutely as he plucked up his keys, Chris is going to find him right now.
The drive over to Warren’s building wasn’t all that long, but Chris still wrinkled his nose in slight derision. He didn’t know why his lover wanted to live in the dingy part of town anyway. He made enough money to move to a better neighborhood. Chris shook his head as he parked his new Honda in front of the big building. He got out and looked around him, glowering as he walked toward the front door. When he reached it, he raised his fingers to press the button. He waited for a minute or so after it buzzed, but no one answered. Cursing under his breath, he pressed it again and tapped his foot while he waited. Nothing. He looked at the list to make sure he was pressing the correct bell but Warren’s unit number was missing his name. Huh? Chris could have sworn it was there last time he’d visited.
He shook his head again and walked around the side of the building to the parking lot. He craned his neck, looking for Warren’s old jalopy and then his eyebrows went up when he didn’t see it in its spot. What the hell is going on? He stomped back to his car and got in, stewing as he gripped the steering wheel. This couldn’t be was it looks like, he told himself. Before he switched on the ignition he decided to try one more thing. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Warren’s own cell number, prepared to give his lover a huge piece of his mind for this trick.
“The number you are trying to reach has been changed,” another recording told him. “The new number is unlisted.”
Chris’ mouth dropped open and a chill ran down his back. He hadn’t counted on Warren being serious about the breakup when he left. And now he didn’t know where to begin to look for him. Where the fuck could he be? He sighed and switched the ignition on, deciding there was nothing he could do about it tonight. But tomorrow he intended to scour Seattle for his lover. And when he found him, Warren would be the one doing all of the explaining.