When Taygan walked, Luc thought he'd never see his best friend again. That's fine. Luc's busy with his band, Glow, and isn't really interested in having a love life. There's just one small glitch. He's lonely without Tay, and his pride can't take losing him again. It's up to Luc to decide, but can he live with his decision?
Taygan thought he could handle his element and have a permanent relationship with Luc -- until the need to follow the wind element took over. But being away from Luc is killing Tay's element. To make things worse, Luc's not waiting around for Tay any longer. What's a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?
Publisher's Note: Tay and Luc also appear in Megan Slayer's short story Wrapped Around.
The Air I Breathe
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Copyright ©2011 Megan Slayer
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In your arms I'm home.
Luc strummed his guitar and stared at the notes on the page. The lines and squiggles blurred together. Not from lack of sleep. His heart ached. The man he yearned for, the man in his soul, had walked out -- again.
He closed his eyes. Being without Taygan sucked. Like having his arm ripped off. The words slowly came back into focus. Home. With Taygan there was no such thing as home. He roamed from place to place, seeking the next big thrill. Their bliss-filled Christmas had just been a blip on the screen, a moment to find nirvana only to have it ripped apart again.
Luc opened his eyes. He should be angry, but Tay's parting words played in his mind. "I've got a line on how we can be together forever. Just give me time. I love you."
Sure. Luc had all the damn time in the world, and Tay always had a plan. He scrubbed a hand over his eyes and twirled the pencil in his other hand. If he and Taygan shared nothing else, they had a tight mutual trust. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was the lack of sleep, but trust wasn't going to get him through the long, lonely nights.
Luc stared at the words he'd penned. The love song would be great on the album. Give Zac the freedom with the prevalent bass line and Slash room to roam on the drums, and the simple tune would soar. Glow's ravenous fans, the Glow Kids, would eat it up. He wished it didn't take his blood, sweat and tears to make the songs shine.
He glanced at the clock. He should be heading home, not staring at a page of lyrics. Being at the studio was soothing. It was like home without the reminders of Taygan.
Behind him, the door creaked open. Luc didn't bother to look up, instead he continued working on a rhyme for home. Comb. Come. Home. Rome... nothing really fit. He'd never been to Rome, refused to write a song with the word comb in it...
"Stupid ass song." Luc gritted his teeth as a breeze wrapped around him. "And who was the fucktard that turned on the air?"
Footsteps padded on the thick carpeting thumped up beside him. "What'cha trying to figure out?"
Luc's blood ran hot and cold. Taygan. He looked up from his notebook into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Goddess, he loved Tay's eyes.
Instead of saying something, Taygan simply leaned one elbow on the piano and grinned.
Luc fumbled for words. The scent of Tay's cologne combined with the gentle breeze created when Tay was in the mood, curled around Luc's brain. "You're back?"
"The fucktard is here." Tay wriggled his brows. "Happy?"
"Not enough." Luc shook his head. He wasn't totally sure where the words came from, but all the pent-up frustration came to a head. "This here one day, fuck the new year in and leave when the wind blows has my head all fucked up. I hate it. You might have some grand plan, but I fucking hate it."
"This has to be what we have for now." Taygan plopped down onto the bench and rested his chin on his folded arms. "I can't figure out the riddle."
"The riddle." Luc shook his head. He'd heard this shit before. Whatever. "Atria's found her counterpart." What did old Taygan think of that?
"No shit?" Taygan toyed with the keys at the right on the piano keyboard. "Cool."
The tune wasn't anything familiar, and yet it sounded like something Luc should know. "And my bassist is on hiatus," he said, continuing his line of reasoning.
"Coincidence?" Tay kept playing, adding a bit of humming to the mix. "Or too much Christmas ale?"
"No ale needed. He's a Guardian and her counterpart and he took a bullet for her."
"Cute." Adding the lower register to his little tune, Tay continued playing. "I didn't know I knew this much on the piano. Cool."
Luc slapped his hands down on Tay's hands, stopping the music. "Tay... I'm being serious." He closed his eyes. "What do I have to do to get through to you? I'm too damn old to play this game."
"So... let's stop playing for a while and just do what we do best." Tay inched his hands out from under Luc's and cupped Luc's cheek. "I want you."
"No?" Taygan scooted closer, resting his thigh on Luc's. He leaned into Luc, his breath skittering over Luc's skin. "Missed this. Missed you."
"I'm not a sex toy." Luc said the words, but the venom didn't resonate as Taygan rubbed his thighs. Tingles shot from his legs to his cock to his chest, muddling his thoughts. The rational part of his brain told him to stop. His libido wanted Tay more than ever.
Taygan climbed into Luc's lap and feathered kisses over Luc's cheeks. Passion blazed in his eyes. "We could use toys along with the rope. I'm game." He rubbed the bulge in his jeans against Luc's groin. "I'm always game with you."
"Yes, say my name." Taygan threaded his fingers into Luc's hair and tugged. "Slap my ass, tie me up and make me come."
Somewhere deep in Luc's soul he splintered. He couldn't take the unknown, the anguish of whether Tay would be back. He'd been hurt too many times -- no more. "Taygan, either stay and be with me, or leave and don't come back -- ever."