Tenant of My Heart by DeAnna Zankich

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Tenant of My Heart
By DeAnna Zankich
Summary: Stuart and Vince embark on the journey toward a life committment with a few very large, very well-
endowed bumps along the way.
Part 1: No Thinking Allowed
Pairing: Stuart/Vince
Vince balanced the two large paper cups of coffee in one hand and stuffed the sack full of pastries under his arm so
he could pull back the gate on the lift. He hadn't called Stuart before he came over because they had planned to have
breakfast together, but as he approached the door of Stuart's flat, he suddenly had the feeling calling might have
been a good idea.
Vince knocked with his free hand and listened at the door, trying to hear any sound of life. He squinted, listening
harder and thought he could just make out the sound of keys jangling, then someone approached the door. Vince
stood back out of the way and the door was pushed open, revealing a handsome blond bloke in a white t-shirt and
very tight black trousers. He smiled at Vince as he stepped passed him in the hall.
"Hiya."
"Hiya," Vince returned, glancing unconsciously at the blonde's ass. Nice. But, of course he was nice. Stuart wouldn't
shag anyone ugly. Vaguely Vince wondered where they had met.
He walked in, pulling the door closed after him. "Stuart? It's me."
No response. Walking toward the kitchen, Vince caught sight of movement off to the right and he turned to see
Stuart in the shower. He was washing his hair and his eyes were closed against the soap suds, so Vince felt safe to
enjoy the view for a moment. Stuart's back was to him, the water running off his shoulders and down over his
perfect ass. Lean, smooth limbs, sinewy muscles moving with feline grace under shining skin. Vince sighed, smiling
appreciatively, then went to set the coffee and pastries on the counter.
By the time Stuart came out of the shower, Vince had their breakfast set out on the coffee table and he was sitting on
the couch channel bashing the Saturday morning programs. "Good morning," he greeted.
Stuart wore a soft, white cloth robe that was loosely tied around his thin waist. He rubbed his wet, black curls with a
towel as he walked over to sit beside his friend. "I thought I heard you come in. What did you bring me?"
"Apple Danish and a croissant. Black coffee with two sugars."
Stuart smiled. "So good to me. I'm starving." He reached for his coffee and took the lid off carefully, sniffing the
steaming liquid as he sat back.
"So, who was he?" Vince asked.
"Who?"
"The bloke that let me in a moment ago."
"Why didn't you use your key?" Stuart said.
"My hands were full," Vince said. "Besides, what if I'd interrupted something?"
Stuart grinned, puckishly. "That might have been fun."
Vince rolled his eyes. "So, who was he?"
"Who?"
"The good-looking blond that let me in," Vince repeated, playfully annoyed.
"Oh. Some good-looking blond." Stuart sipped the coffee and stared at the telly, his eyes focusing on an advert for
BMW. "He didn't rob anything, did he?"
Vince smirked. "He just had his keys. If he stole something it would have had to be flat enough to fit in the pocket of
those very tight jeans."
Stuart laughed deep in his throat. "Yeah. Those were fun to get off. Like unwrapping a Christmas present."
"Where did you meet him?"
"In the lift after you dropped me off."
"This lift?" Vince said, pointing toward the front door.
"Mm. I think he said he was coming for a date with one of my neighbors."
Vince chuckled. "I reckon they were stood up."
Stuart reached for the apple Danish on the table. He bit into the soft pastry and licked his lips. "Mm. Nice. Thanks."
"My pleasure. They're from that new French place `round the corner. I thought you were tired last night. You said
you just wanted to go home and sleep after having that Nathan on Thursday."
"I was tired," Stuart said. "And then I got in the lift." He took another bite of the Danish. "Found my second wind."
"I see." Vince continued to bash channels with the remote while Stuart ate his breakfast. After sitting in silence for a
moment, Vince set the remote down and turned to his friend. "How do you do it?"
"What?" Stuart's blue-gray eyes widened slightly as he licked a bit of sugar off his fingers.
Vince sighed, a bit frustrated. "It's maddening, this. You can have anyone-anytime-anywhere! You can even make
fabulous-looking strangers break their dates with people just to shag you. How the `ell do you do that?"
Stuart only giggled in that way of his-that way that said `oh, Vince, you sad bastard. You wouldn't understand.' He
sat drinking his coffee with his naked toes gently gripping the edge of the coffee table.
"Makes me wonder, though," Vince continued.
"What?"
"Well . . . when you could chose from anyone in the whole world, why'd you pick that Nathan?" Vince almost spat
out the young man's name.
Stuart raised his eyebrows, questioningly. "Didn't you see him?"
"I saw him," Vince said. "I saw a lot more of him than I would have liked. I can't believe you brought him to the
hospital."
"He was there for the most important phone call of my life, Vince! Once I told him about the baby, he wanted to
come with me. I don't understand why you dislike him so much. The kid's all right."
Vince shot a sidelong glance at his friend, his eyes slitted suspiciously. "I can't believe you just said that. If he's so
all right, why did you try to run out on him last night? Leaving me to clean up your mess, once again. I should have
just let you go. Shown him just exactly how you really are."
"What is this? Did you come over here just to have a go at me about Nathan?" Stuart's tone was instantly cross and
he scowled at Vince, coldly. "What, do you want me to reimburse you for the taxi money you gave him?"
"Fuck off, Stuart. That's not what I mean." Vince looked down at his lap, frowning. He hated it when Stuart yelled at
him. Hated even worse when he brought it on himself. He was surprised at how Stuart was defending Nathan,
though. It almost seemed as though he liked that kid-at least had a soft spot for him. Or maybe it was just a hard
spot. It was all terribly out of character for him and it made Vince uneasy.
Stuart sighed, his smooth brow knit angrily. He was calmer, though. Vince could tell. He sat back on the couch, his
arm brushing Vince's lightly. "What the fuck do you mean, then?" he said.
"It's just . . ." Vince squirmed slightly, not sure if he really wanted to open this can of worms. "Why him? Did you
just want to have a virgin?"
Stuart picked at the edge of his cup with his fingernail, staring into the dark brown liquid, thoughtfully. "Dunno.
There was just something about him. The way he looked at me when I saw him on the street." Stuart looked up at
Vince and his expression had softened completely. He offered a small, secretive smile. "I couldn't tell he was a
virgin, though. You could?"
"He's so young, Stuart," Vince said. "It was obvious, that."
Stuart laughed. "What's his age got to do with it? I was three years younger than him when I lost mine!"
"Yeah, but you're . . ." Vince trailed off, wishing he hadn't started the sentence at all.
Stuart nudged him, leaning in really close. "I'm what?"
Vince blushed, cringing slightly. "Nothin'."
"Come on," Stuart teased, nudging him harder. "I'm what? What were you going to say?"
"Nothing, Stuart. Just forget it."
"I won't! Tell me." Stuart quickly put his coffee down and then reached for his friend, digging his fingers into
Vince's ribs, playfully. "I'll tickle you `til you puke if you don't tell me what you were going to say!" Stuart giggled,
pinning Vince to the couch cushions and straddling him.
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