This magazine contains my story His Touch is of Ice, a unique twist on a creature we all know and love.
Excerpt from His Touch is of Ice:
He was everything he could ever want in a man. Tall and handsome, with beautiful blonde hair that was cut close to his head on the sides but jutted out just that small bit on top in the front, he looked just like a movie star. He couldn’t place what the cut was called, but damn; he was beautiful and that’s all that ever mattered to him.
The first time Jason had saw him the man had been sitting in the corner of the small, Chinese-themed café that he liked to frequent. It was as if he was drawn to the man, and it was then that he knew there was an attraction. The point seemed to be proved that the man, like himself, was gay. When a woman who had tried to hit on him got shut out of the ballpark with a simple, shy smile and the few words which he had spoken: ‘I’m not attracted to women.’
What a shock that had been, both for Jason and the woman. The woman had stomped away with tears in her eyes, while Jason himself felt the world crash around him in possibilities.
The man was sitting only a few tables away from him and Jason knew that he had to take his opportunity. He wasn’t sure how many other gay men frequented the café, but he knew that if he didn’t take the chance he now had he would regret it for the rest of his life.
“Just stay calm,” he told himself as he brushed the bread crumbs off of the sleeves of his coat, “you don’t want to make yourself look stupid.”
Jason wasn’t the best at getting a date and it hurt his sex life badly. He had only had one guy hit on him in his life and he was sure that the guy had only dated him that one time. A pity date some would call it, but that night had been enough. It hadn’t gone past the bar, but he wished the night could have ended at his house, in his bed.
Maybe he would be able to get this guy to like him.
Now he was only a few feet away from this man. He mustered up his courage by taking a slow, deep breath (the deep breath a teenage boy would take when talking to the guy he liked for the first time), and walked up to him.
“Excuse me,” he said, “do you mind if I sit here?”
The man turned his head only for the briefest moment before he turned his head away, a small smile crossing over his lips.
“If you want, I don’t care.”
Oh God, Jason thought as he slid into the seat opposite of this beautiful man, he actually said yes, please don’t let this be a dream.
It wasn’t a dream; he even pinched himself to prove it.
“So,” the man said as he looked up at him, “what’s your name?”
“Jason, Jason Scar,” he said as he offered his hand, “yours?”
“Guy Winters,” the man with the beautiful blonde hair said with a smile as he reached out to shake his hand, “it’s nice to meet you, Jason.”
“It’s nice to meet you too,” he told Guy with a smile, “I’m sorry for interrupting you if I did...I just felt a little lonely over there by myself.”
Guy Winters reached down and lifted his coffee cup to his lips for a moment before returning his eyes to Jason’s.
God, what a mysterious man, Jason said with a smile, his eyes must hide everything.
Jason bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling. He didn’t like to smile around a guy he’d just met that he was attracted to because in his opinion it was bad luck. It was luck that he even got the nerve to come over to the table and ask if he could even sit by the man.
“It’s a nice night,” Guy said, “don’t you think?”
Jason gave a small nod, but he barely heard anything past ‘nice night.’ He just nodded because the man had directed the words at him. Sometimes when he introduced himself to a man the man would just be quiet and sit there, leaving him feeling stupid and vulnerable.
Are you just going to act like a stupid prick? Why don’t you say something to him?
“It is,” he finally said, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to act like I am.”
“No,” Guy said with another one of his small smiles, “I actually kind of like the way you act.”
Strike one!, his mind roared back at him, you’ve got him hooked, Jason.
“I...I guess,” Jason said, feeling heat rush to his cheeks, “I’m sorry.”
Guy Winters smiled at him. Jason felt the heat rush away from his cheeks. He had been nervous after Guy said that and now it was evident that the man had an evident attraction to him.
“So, where are you from?” Jason asked after the moment of silence. “I haven’t seen you around town. Did you just move?”
“Yeah, I just moved here from Florida. California’s a nice place.”
Jason smiled and looked up as the waitress came over.
“Can I get you anything to drink, sir?” she asked him before looking over at Guy. “Or you?”
“Get us both dark coffee,” Guy told the waitress before turning his head back to Jason, “is that all right with you?”
Jason gave a small nod and watched the waitress walk away from the corner of his vision.
“Thank you,” Jason said with a smile, “I appreciate it.”
“It’s no trouble,” Guy said with a smile, sitting up and leaning across the table so his face was only a few inches away from his own, “besides, I like you.”
Jason could only smile at Guy’s words before he seated himself, taking the coffee as the waitress returned with the two cups on the large plate.
“Thank you,” they both muttered at the same time before the waitress nodded, smiled and then walked off.
The two of them sat there for several moments before Guy looked up from his coffee and at Jason.
“You want to come to my place?” he asked with a smile. “We could talk and get to know each other a bit more.”
Jason smiled at the man. How could he refuse Guy’s offer after he was being so kind to him? He had allowed him to sit at the table with him, ordered coffee and said that he liked him and the way that he acted.
“Sure,” Jason said with a smile, “sure.”
Guy smiled and picked up the coffee cup again.
Jason noticed that the man seemed to like drinking his coffee when it was fresh out of the maker: very fresh out of the maker.
It must have been hot.
He didn’t seem to mind it on his hands either; they must have been cold.