When Freddie Chandra went through the casino kitchen to see what was causing the commotion, he expected to find the usual: a cluster of vehicles in the alley, all refusing to give way. What he found instead was six people yelling at each other over a seventh, a thin dark man who made not a sound.
Edmund Robert was mostly thinking well I’m buggered because he had no papers to display, no one was speaking in English, and the sign language he’d relied on for years wasn’t getting him anywhere. Then the most beautiful man in the world walked out of the kitchen, shut the rest of them up, and went to look at Edmund’s makeshift shelter. When he returned to the now-silent group, he said, “Bower bird.” Edmund looked up, startled, thinking how did you know?
In short order, Edmund was David Marlowe. Along with the new name, he had a proper job, and the safest place in the world to live. Not long after that, he also had Freddie. But the man at the top was going to Los Angeles to make a movie, and Freddie – the interpreter, the man who could speak to anyone – was going with him. Leaving David – the man who couldn’t speak at all – alone on the private island. Safe, working, surrounded by friends, but more alone than ever.
They were both such beginners at love. They’d barely learned how to be together. How on earth could they survive being apart?
Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Coming of Age, Interracial Relationship, Office / Workplace Romance
Word Count: 70200
Setting: South Pacific and Los Angeles
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
When Freddie returned to the alley, now casually dressed in jeans, a tour tee shirt, and trainers, the thin man was waiting for him. Sitting cross-legged in his shelter with a homemade oil lamp for light, marginally better-groomed than he had been an hour or two since. His wavy, shoulder-length, coal-black hair gleamed. He wore a different shirt, one that had received at least an attempt at a wash in the recent past. As Freddie approached, the man crept out of the shelter and stood, pulling a folded paper from his jeans pocket and presenting it with both hands. Freddie knew he sounded surprised when he said, “Thanks.” He unfolded the paper and shifted so the light from the hotel fell on it.
My name is Edmund Robert. I am eighteen. I worked my passage here but have no papers. I will gladly serve you and Mr. Lhasong.
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Freddie noted the grammar and spelling, wondering what in hell the story was. He said, still looking at the paper, “I went to work for Mr. Lhasong eight years ago. I was fifteen.” He glanced up, studied the wary but hopeful face of Edmund Robert, and knew he couldn’t walk away. That business of his boss possibly having work for the man was a smokescreen. It was for Freddie to determine.
There was so much risk. There always was. If not for years spent learning – sometimes painfully – to distinguish between bad intentions and good (even when ‘good’ was relative), he wouldn’t have been sure he could trust himself. Being drawn to the man because of the eyes, and the inexplicable appeal of that decorated shelter, were considerations best dismissed. On the other hand, there was the politeness, the evident resourcefulness, and the way he stood there now. Willing to serve, willing to trust. Not in the way of someone who simply didn’t care what happened to him, but in the way of someone who was prepared to believe the best of people.
Five years younger than Freddie. Not so young that the best thing to do was ship him home. Or at the very least get him some papers, find out what English-speaking country he’d like to live in, and send him there. Young enough that peace and good treatment could very likely resolve whatever trauma had driven him from home in the first place.
Edmund watched the other man think. He was barely taller than Edmund, not nearly as old as he’d seemed in that suit, and not at all afraid. Either he was some kind of martial-arts expert on top of looking like a film star, or he could tell he was in no danger. It was amazing how many people – even people of color – were afraid of a darker-skinned man. He’d practiced being nonthreatening, after a few brushes with the consequences of adolescent belligerence.
What was he thinking now? Deciding whether to bring Edmund along, or was that decision already made? Where was ‘along’ to be, anyway? Not that it mattered, so long as it was away from here. Away from the police who now had their eyes on him. And at least he could communicate.
Freddie made a snap decision, the kind he’d been making for thirteen years, since he first realized what he could do and what it might mean. “I’ll tell you all about it on the yacht. My name’s Freddie Chandra.” He offered a hand; Edmund shook it. “We’ll need to get you papers. Do you want to keep that name?”
Edmund knew he looked startled. He shook his head.
“Have you a preference?” A nod this time. “We’ll be leaving in thirty-six hours. There’s much to be done. Come in with me, and we’ll begin.” Edmund turned away toward his shelter, hesitated, turned back. He looked a bit torn. Freddie couldn’t guess how long this had been the man’s home but he recognized the fear of leaving it, and the pang of loss. He dug his phone out of his pocket. “Have a seat, sir. We’ll take a picture so you can remember. It was not so bad here, was it?”
Edmund thought how can you know, and shook his head again. He got in and sat by the lamp. Freddie took several pictures, with and without flash. They both knew when Edmund left, someone else would claim the shelter. Claim it, or take it apart.
“You’ll have your own cabin on the yacht, and on the island.”
This was the closest to ‘his own’ that Edmund had ever had. But he hadn’t got this far by clinging to the safe-seeming familiar. He reached behind the pallet for the battered metal toolbox that held his only change of clothes, his few bits of money, and his two small treasures. Then he blew out the lamp, stood again, and followed Freddie.COLLAPSE