A Man to Take a Chance On

by Tinnean

Max Futé lost his license to practice medicine when he assisted someone he loved to die. His only chance of working again is to join up with Prinzip, an anti-terrorist organization in Paris. He manages to subvert the madmen running Prinzip and save numerous lives. Among those is WBIS agent Charles Browne, with whom he falls in love.

When the organization is taken down and they’re rescued, Max is brought to the US to work for the WBIS. Browne invites Max to move in with him, and the little French doctor thinks all his dreams have come true.

Unfortunately, Browne is a commitment-phobe, and sees Max as nothing more than a convenient body. Will Max stay with him? Or will he cut his losses and find someone who will love him as he deserves?

Note: This short story was originally published in the charity collection, Love Is Proud.

Excerpt:

Max had been working at the WBIS for six weeks. He liked working there, especially since they left him alone to do his job. He caught up on all the professional journals he’d missed because of circumstances and even got to do a little experimenting on his own.

He’d been living with Charles Browne for the same amount of time. That should have been long enough for Charles to know whether he loved him or not, devrait-ce pas? Only apparently not. Charles continued to insist he was straight.

In spite of his declared heterosexuality, Charles liked taking him to bed, liked what he did with his mouth and his ass, and frankly, so did Max, but as soon as Charles finished, he’d give Max’s cock a few pulls until he climaxed, and then he rolled over and fell asleep. No sweet words, no cradling Max in his arms. No offer to perhaps one day let Max top him.

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Max sighed and unlocked the front door of Charles’s apartment. Six weeks, and all that Max had in this home were a couple of drawers in Charles’s dresser and five hangers in the closet to hold the shirts and trousers he wore to work. He felt ... transient.

A crash sounded from the living room and he hurried down the hall, sliding to a halt in the doorway.

Pieces of the telephone were on the floor beneath a large dent in the wall. Charles panted and glared at him, then swore under his breath and kicked the console table.

“That wasn’t a good idea, mon cher,” Max couldn’t help observing. Charles wasn’t wearing shoes.

He curled his lip at Max. “Think I goddamned well don’t know that?” he muttered as he hopped on one foot, favoring his injured toe. Max remained silent, and finally Charles snarled, “Vincent still won’t give me the okay to come back to work.”

“Do you wish for me to speak with him? You’ve regained most of the weight you lost --”

“It won’t do any fucking good. Vincent will let me come back when he’s good and fucking ready. I don’t know how the fuck I wound up in his department. I’ve always been in Foreign Affairs.”

“What’s brought on this --?” He bit back the words. If he referred to Charles’s loss of temper as a tantrum, he’d wind up sleeping in the guest room. Again.

“Go fuck yourself, Max. You’re only living here because I owe you.”

Max flinched. He’d gradually become aware of that. “You needn’t be grateful any longer.” He left the room and went into the kitchen.

When M. Vincent had brought him to America from Paris, all he’d had were the scrubs he wore. M. Mann had been so kind as to buy him enough clothes to last a week, so he’d have something to wear while he did laundry.

“I’ll repay you,” he’d told him.

“Not necessary, Max. You kept me alive. I owe you more than a few outfits.”

However, Max wasn’t a ... a leech. The WBIS paid him well, and he set aside something from each paycheck. He’d learned to expect people to go back on their word to him, so when the time came, and M. Mann wanted his money, he’d be prepared.

He found a couple of brown paper bags in the kitchen, as well as a Baggie for his personal items, and then he climbed the stairs up to their bedroom.

No, not theirs any longer. Had it ever been?

COLLAPSE

This takes place in the Spy vs. Spook/Mann of My Dreams universe and is the prequel to Silver Bells.

About the Author

Tinnean has been writing since the 3rd grade, where she was inspired to try her hand at epic poetry. Fortunately, that epic poem didn't survive the passage of time; however, her love of writing not only survived but thrived, and in high school she became a member of the magazine staff, where she contributed a number of stories.

 

 

While involved in fandom, she was nominated for both Rerun and Light My Fire Awards. Now she concentrates on her original characters and has been published by Nazca Plains, Dreamspinner, JMS Books, and Wilde City, as well as being self-published. Recent novels have received honorable mention in the 2013, 2014, 2015, and 2016 Rainbow Awards, and two of the 2014 submissions were finalists.

 

A New Yorker at heart, she resides in SW Florida with her husband, two computers, and a Surface 3.


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