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It'd been three months since Seth had joined them at Landry's and Noah constantly felt like he was walking on eggshells around the other man. At least he would talk to Noah now like a regular person. But any time they were alone, it was like neither knew what to say to the other. The tension was thick. Rubbing his face, Noah made his way to the front of the store. It was a Tuesday afternoon and there had been barely anyone in the store all day. As per usual, Seth and Noah had been avoiding each
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Fingers dug into his small shoulder, short nails still managing to bite into his skin. He gasped softly as he was jerked back, the pain in his shoulder intensifying. His father's face came into view, red with rage filled eyes. Screaming. He wasn't sure who was screaming, if it was him or his father, or both. He felt his head jerk back and the sting on his cheek before he fell to his knees. It took a minute to process that his father had hit him again. He was in a rare form tonight as the blows w
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“Alright, thank you for your time. We'd love for you to start as soon as possible. One of my managers will be in touch soon.” The corners of Seth's mouth lifted in what he hoped was a convincing smile as he followed the shorter man through the back of Landry's. He sighed softly as they parted ways and he made his way through the store. Seth's feet carried him along the familiar path to the ramen aisle and he debated which flavor it'd be tonight. His life was truly thrilling. Rubbing th
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Tap, tap, tap. Fingers rhythmically drumming on the surface of a table. A disgruntled sigh joins the fingers. The clock adds its own voice as the minute hand slowly chips away the day. The fingers stop their drumming in favor of roughly dragging through thick black hair. Seth Whitfield leans slowly back, the front chair legs lifting off the ground as he stares at the paper in front of him. It’s taunting him, he’s sure of it. Lowering the chair back onto all fours he scowls at the paper. He’s bee
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All Seth wanted was ramen. A small, androgynous, blond was not on his shopping list. Nor was an outspoken new friend and therapy. He’d obviously turned down a wrong aisle somewhere. Noah has a great best friend, a great job, an okay car, and an awesome apartment. Things are great. Except he’s watching his life from inside the closet. Also, he has…eclectic tastes. Most of which involve lace and silk. He didn’t mean to take “niche” and run with it. Will the closet door open? Will everyone accept Noah? Most importantly, will Seth get his ramen?
