thinking."
"Nope. He's just waiting for somebody to lead him down the path." He paused a moment. "I don't think it should be you, though."
"Well, aside from the awkwardness of dating a co-worker--"
"I'm serious, Jamie. He's not the guy for you."
"You said five words to him," Jamie said, not sure if he should take this seriously or not. "Not even that."
"There's also the stuff you've told me. And--and he's just not the guy for you."
Jamie sighed and frowned. "I think you're wrong. If he just needs to be--like you said, shown the way, who better than me? Somebody who cares about him, who likes him, who'd be gentle. Who better than me."
"I think you're setting yourself up for heartache--but that's all I'm going to say about it, if you're so determined." He started to move his arms from Jamie's waist, and Jamie sighed and pulled him close.
"I know you're just looking out for me." He kissed Dune's cheek. "And nothing may come of it, you know? I'm not going to seduce him with dildos and porn."
"Porn's a good idea, actually," said Dune. "You show him the right movie; you'll get all your questions answered."
Jamie shook his head. "Now I know you're just being silly." He laid his head on Dune's shoulder, moving his embrace to around Dune's waist. "I do like it when you're silly."
Dune chuckled and hugged him tight, and kissed the top of his head. "I live to please you."
***
Back at the table, Micah hadn't moved much. He still watched the dancers, his expression bored, his head resting on his crossed arms on the table top. As Jamie watched several of their coworkers stopped to talk to him, but moved on after a few words. Micah was not feeling social, apparently, and Jamie really felt for him. He was so much younger than everyone else, wanted different things, had different interests.
"I think I should talk to Micah for a bit," he said to Dune.
Dune looked at the boy at the table and sighed, nodding. "Yeah, let's sit. Unless you want me to vamoose."
"No need for that." He led Dune back to their table, holding his hand, and flopped into his seat. Dune sat too, picking up a champagne flute and taking a swig. "You look bored, Micah," Jamie said.
"Nah, just watching people. I don't get out much."
"You should ask somebody to dance."
"There isn't anybody I want to ask." He glanced at Jamie and then looked away.
"Dance with me," said Dune, leaning his elbow on the table.
"Um." Micah blushed.
"Or not." He leaned back again, long legs crossed at the ankle.
Micah smiled at him uncomfortably and said to Jamie, "Hey. I took BART up. Do you know if anybody lives down by me to drive me home? I don't like it at night. Too many strange people."
"I'll drive you." Dune raised an eyebrow at him, and Jamie just smiled a little and shrugged. Sure, it was forty miles out of his way. But that meant an extra half-hour he could spend with Micah and that was okay with him.
"All the way out to Walnut Creek? Thanks, Jamie! You're the best."
"No problem," he dismissed it. "In fact if you're ready to go I am, too. You are, aren't you, Dunie?"
"I am." He stood and stretched. "Great wedding, Jamie. We should do this more often."
"Do you want to say goodbye to anybody?" Jamie said to Micah.
"Just Jim and Carla. Come with me?"
"Sure. We'll just be a minute," he said to Dune, who nodded and leaned on a chair to wait for them.
The bride and groom were dancing, but stopped when Jamie and Micah approached. "Oh, leaving already?" Carla exclaimed, but hugged Micah tight again. "Thank you for coming, honey."
"Of course," Micah said, blushing. "Congratulations again."
Jamie shook Jim's hand. "Congratulations," and gave Carla a kiss on the cheek. "You look beautiful," he said to her, and she laughed.
"Thank you. Take care. See you in a week." She patted his cheek, gave a significant look to Micah, and went back into her husband's arms.
Dune joined them on the way out, looping his arm around Jamie's neck. "So we're taking Micah home
"Nope. He's just waiting for somebody to lead him down the path." He paused a moment. "I don't think it should be you, though."
"Well, aside from the awkwardness of dating a co-worker--"
"I'm serious, Jamie. He's not the guy for you."
"You said five words to him," Jamie said, not sure if he should take this seriously or not. "Not even that."
"There's also the stuff you've told me. And--and he's just not the guy for you."
Jamie sighed and frowned. "I think you're wrong. If he just needs to be--like you said, shown the way, who better than me? Somebody who cares about him, who likes him, who'd be gentle. Who better than me."
"I think you're setting yourself up for heartache--but that's all I'm going to say about it, if you're so determined." He started to move his arms from Jamie's waist, and Jamie sighed and pulled him close.
"I know you're just looking out for me." He kissed Dune's cheek. "And nothing may come of it, you know? I'm not going to seduce him with dildos and porn."
"Porn's a good idea, actually," said Dune. "You show him the right movie; you'll get all your questions answered."
Jamie shook his head. "Now I know you're just being silly." He laid his head on Dune's shoulder, moving his embrace to around Dune's waist. "I do like it when you're silly."
Dune chuckled and hugged him tight, and kissed the top of his head. "I live to please you."
***
Back at the table, Micah hadn't moved much. He still watched the dancers, his expression bored, his head resting on his crossed arms on the table top. As Jamie watched several of their coworkers stopped to talk to him, but moved on after a few words. Micah was not feeling social, apparently, and Jamie really felt for him. He was so much younger than everyone else, wanted different things, had different interests.
"I think I should talk to Micah for a bit," he said to Dune.
Dune looked at the boy at the table and sighed, nodding. "Yeah, let's sit. Unless you want me to vamoose."
"No need for that." He led Dune back to their table, holding his hand, and flopped into his seat. Dune sat too, picking up a champagne flute and taking a swig. "You look bored, Micah," Jamie said.
"Nah, just watching people. I don't get out much."
"You should ask somebody to dance."
"There isn't anybody I want to ask." He glanced at Jamie and then looked away.
"Dance with me," said Dune, leaning his elbow on the table.
"Um." Micah blushed.
"Or not." He leaned back again, long legs crossed at the ankle.
Micah smiled at him uncomfortably and said to Jamie, "Hey. I took BART up. Do you know if anybody lives down by me to drive me home? I don't like it at night. Too many strange people."
"I'll drive you." Dune raised an eyebrow at him, and Jamie just smiled a little and shrugged. Sure, it was forty miles out of his way. But that meant an extra half-hour he could spend with Micah and that was okay with him.
"All the way out to Walnut Creek? Thanks, Jamie! You're the best."
"No problem," he dismissed it. "In fact if you're ready to go I am, too. You are, aren't you, Dunie?"
"I am." He stood and stretched. "Great wedding, Jamie. We should do this more often."
"Do you want to say goodbye to anybody?" Jamie said to Micah.
"Just Jim and Carla. Come with me?"
"Sure. We'll just be a minute," he said to Dune, who nodded and leaned on a chair to wait for them.
The bride and groom were dancing, but stopped when Jamie and Micah approached. "Oh, leaving already?" Carla exclaimed, but hugged Micah tight again. "Thank you for coming, honey."
"Of course," Micah said, blushing. "Congratulations again."
Jamie shook Jim's hand. "Congratulations," and gave Carla a kiss on the cheek. "You look beautiful," he said to her, and she laughed.
"Thank you. Take care. See you in a week." She patted his cheek, gave a significant look to Micah, and went back into her husband's arms.
Dune joined them on the way out, looping his arm around Jamie's neck. "So we're taking Micah home
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