My Skateboarding Hero...and Crush (Cute Gay Romance Series Book 8) Read online

  My Skateboarding Hero…and Crush!

  Clyde Andrews

  The “Cute Gay Romance” Series

  Healthy, Wealthy and Boyfriend Wise

  Mr Heartbreak

  Help! I’ve Got a Crush

  The New Boy Next Door, Uh-Oh!

  Harvey & Jordan, the Odd Couple

  I Would Do Anything for You

  That Boy’s the Talk of the Town

  My Skateboarding Hero…and Crush

  This series has love and laughter at its core and features cute boys falling in love with happily ever afters, too. All stories are standalone and can be read in any order.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  The right of Clyde Andrews to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him.

  Copyright © Clyde Andrews 2019

  Edited by Charlie Knight: www.cknightwrites.com

  Cover by BNPDesign Studio used under license with Canva Premium for use as Kindle book cover © 2019.

  ALL RIGHT RESERVED. No part of this may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author.

  Published by Eridani Books 2019

  Will Randell is lonely after he blew his chance with the only boy he’s ever loved. All he wants to do is move on with his life and forget about what happened. Meeting a boy who wants to be more than friends would certainly help with that…he hopes.

  Callum Lefevre is outgoing, adventurous, and knows what he wants when it comes to having a boyfriend. Trouble is, he’s been burned plenty of times before trying to find his Mister Right, and honestly, Will seems too good to be true.

  After a chance meeting, Will and Callum immediately have a connection. But now the hard part begins—making their relationship work as they both come to terms with their pasts to make a better future together.

  1

  Will

  I need to let you go.

  Will stared at the text he’d sent to Ethan three weeks ago, hardly able to see it through his tears, even now. He sniffled, wiping his eyes. Eyes that stung from not only his regret but from the realisation he’d loved his best friend all his life and could no longer be with him.

  That realisation had caused their fight, one Will would never forget. Everything was fine between them now; the physical bruises had healed. But was Will fine? He heaved a shuddering sigh. That, he wasn’t so sure about.

  If Ethan didn’t want him, then who would?

  Sitting on his bed, bedspread crumpled around him, sunlight streaming in from the gap in the curtains, the family cat, Jazzabelle, lazily spread across the carpet where the patch of light struck, Will opened his laptop after pocketing his phone. He checked his emails. Nothing much there. After logging onto his school’s server to make sure he didn’t have any assignments due, he opened his Twitter app. After catching up on his friends’ feed, bombarded with posts about what everyone had been up to, how much fun they were having, and the veritable cornucopia of selfies that went with it, a long moment passed as Will tried to centre himself.

  He swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat.

  This was it.

  Will’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. It was time to stop hiding. Time to move on, no matter how painful that would be.

  He heaved another sigh.

  Then, the two most important words he’d ever typed. I’m gay, fell from trembling fingers as his eyes misted again. And I’m single, he added.

  After pressing enter to tweet his confession, Will closed his laptop. He couldn’t breathe. Sure, his Mum already knew he liked boys—she was his only family, aside from Uncle Dennis and his wife and two daughters who he never saw—but no one else did before now. Only Ethan. And Ethan got a boyfriend because Will couldn’t confess his love for him.

  Brett was his name.

  Brett.

  Will wished he had a Brett but knew deep down no one would be interested in him. Why would they be? He wasn’t anything special, and certainly not as attractive as all the other boys who had partners. At least he didn’t think so. Ethan was the only one who had shown any interest.

  He felt as lost and lonely as he’d ever been.

  After Will retrieved a Pepsi from the fridge, closing the door with more force than necessary, the bottles and the other contents rattling on the shelving, he made a beeline for the front door.

  “Where are you going, Darling?”

  “Just goin’ to the park to chill for a bit, Mum,” Will replied, shrugging his backpack onto his shoulders.

  She put her book down onto the armrest of her easy chair and sat up, a frown drawn across her forehead. “How are you coping?”

  “I’m…I’m getting t-there.” But Will’s voice broke as much as his heart. With his head low, unable to look his mum in the eyes, he whispered, “Actually…no, Mum, I’m n-not coping very w-well.”

  Without another breath passing between them, she got up and pulled Will into a loving embrace. He sank into her arms, holding her tight. Immediately, his tears flowed. Being wrapped within her love was the medicine he needed, but he knew the healing had to come from within as well.

  “I stuffed up…big time,” Will spluttered.

  “You did.” Will pulled himself away so he could look into her eyes; she smiled gently, rubbing her thumbs across his cheeks to wipe away his tears. “But that’s what makes us better, when we recognise and learn from our mistakes.”

  Will sighed relief. “You’re right—but at the moment I feel like crap.”

  “Then go get some fresh air.” She kissed him tenderly on his forehead. “I’ll message you when I want you to come home so you can help with dinner. All right?”

  “Sure, Mum.”

  Will managed a faint smile as he opened the front door and stepped out into the world. The cool, fresh air hit him like a tonne of bricks. He sucked in a deep breath. It was the first time he’d been outside all weekend—and it was now Sunday afternoon. He’d been a hermit since the fight, not wanting to do anything.

  At least he’d decided to do something now.

  But Will didn’t want to think about that, about the fight, or the time lost wallowing. All he wanted to do was get out of the house and spend some more time lost within his own thoughts—even if those thoughts still stung him with regret.

  At least he’d get some fresh air.

  The park wasn’t too far away. On its far side, it had a skateboarding course. Will headed for it, drawn there for some reason.

  It was devoid of skateboarders, except for a boy with a mess of dirty blond hair heaped onto one side. Will couldn’t help but stare, and a tingle rose up from his insides to warm him as the afternoon cooled. He realised he was holding his breath. Will sucked in the air once, twice, three times as he took in the beautiful sight of the boy while he did his tricks.

  Will sat down on the park’s bench. He sighed happily as everything else that had bogged down his thoughts seemed to blow away.

  The boy was a very good skateboarder. He seemed to be at one with the skateboard, an extension of himself as he defied gravity and believability as each trick became more and more complicated. He was mesmerising.

  Wow, that boy can sure get some air. He’s good!

  After a while, Will wasn’t interested in
the skateboarding tricks but in the boy himself. He couldn’t help but notice the late afternoon sunlight had caught the young man’s blue eyes, making the rest of his face glow as he concentrated. He was attractive, no doubt. He was fit, too. And not in a way that was too many muscles piled on top of muscles, but in a way where it was plain to see he looked after himself. “Nicely defined” was his body type, if Will had to quantify it.

  But that wasn’t the best thing about him, as far as Will was concerned. It was something he couldn’t measure. Something that had no tangible value but was just as important.

  He couldn’t explain it—there had been no experience in such matters for him to draw from. Will sighed longingly. The boy continued to navigate the concrete convolutions, rails, and edges of the course with ease.

  He really was amazing.

  Eventually, the shadows grew longer, and the chill in the air solidified.

  Will didn’t care.

  After what seemed an eternity, the boy stopped skateboarding. He tucked his skateboard under his arm as he reached for his water bottle. He wiped his brow and scrubbed his neck.

  Will licked his lips and the feeling he had before, that tingling, the unexplainable something, returned. All too late, he realised he was still staring.

  The boy looked right at Will.

  Will’s stomach flipped.

  “Hey, why don’t you take pics next time, my man? They’ll last a lot longer,” the boy called, a slight accent to his voice Will believed was French or something continental. So hot…and sexy. Will felt his cheeks heat; it was too late for him to turn away or pretend he was looking somewhere else.

  Will wanted to crawl away and die. Too late for that now as well; he had been caught staring. But the boy didn’t seem angry, and Will was certain there was a faint smile turning the corner of his lips.

  He coughed to clear his throat. “I’m…I’m sorry. You’re good…that’s all.”

  “You reckon?”

  Will nodded. “Yeah.”

  The boy came over, extending out his hand. “I’m Callum Lefevre. I’ve not seen you ‘round here before.”

  Will shook it after a moment of hesitation, Callum’s hand was warm and sweaty and nice to hold, even if their contact was fleeting. Will shivered all over, right to his toes. It was a strange sensation. Had he felt something within their touch? Will couldn’t be sure. Again, he had no experience when it came to other guys, gay or straight; Ethan his only gauge before now.

  Or was it wishful thinking, letting his feelings get in the way of his reason? Could this Callum boy be interested in him?

  Will pushed that thought from his mind.

  What were the chances of the first hot boy he met after coming out being gay as well? Probably a billion to one, right? Probably even more than that. Like a gazillion to one.

  “I’m Will…Will Randell,” he finally stuttered, still enamoured by the boy’s presence, more so now he was closer. There was something about him because it was still there even when their handshake had ended.

  Callum’s faint smile Will had caught before reappeared, but this time igniting his beautiful features with joy. “Bet you liked the sight of my butt in the air as I did my thing, didn’t you, handsome?”

  Will felt faint. “Um…w-what?”

  “You heard.” Callum took a swig of his drink, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down his glistening with sweat throat. When he’d guzzled half the bottle, and with a loud “ahh” and smack of his lips, he added, “Now, you wanna carry my deck and walk me home? ‘Cause, FYI, all that staring you did earlier counts as part of a first date, and I wanna get on with the rest of it, oui?”

  Oh, my God! Callum is French…that’s very, very hot!

  Will’s need to faint hadn’t subsided but had, in fact, got worse. Within the grip of vertigo that made his stomach turn, he couldn’t even stand. It was as though he was glued to the park’s bench. Callum’s presence sure affected him. And in a way, Will would never have thought he’d experience such a thing so soon—and certainly not with someone other than Ethan.

  He tried to put Ethan out of his mind, finally managing, “You…you d-do?”

  Callum smiled again, one that made Will’s heart flutter. “Man, the look on your face is classic. C’mon. Let’s blow this joint. I’ve got a feelin’ you’re not like everyone else ‘round here.”

  Will blinked, trying to rid himself of his sudden infatuation and to stop from staring. It wasn’t good to have those kinds of feelings stay to roost after only just meeting someone. Especially because those thoughts led to an uncomfortable tightening all the way from his stomach to his groin. “What…what do you m-mean?”

  “You’ll see, handsome.” Callum offered his hand again.

  Will took it, letting the boy help him up. When standing, and still holding onto Callum’s hand as if it were a lifeline thrown to him, Will’s knees gave way, and he wobbled. Callum brought him close to stabilise him.

  Will gasped as their bodies made contact, that all-over shiver of before returning with a vengeance. The smell of sweat and something spicy and alluring didn’t go unnoticed, either.

  Will sunk deeper into infatuation.

  Callum was certainly different, hot and fit and kinda dreamy all rolled into one as well as possessing that something special Will couldn’t quantify.

  Is this a dream? Will closed his eyes for a moment. What are the odds of meeting a gay boy after coming out again?

  2

  Callum

  Man, this Will guy is hotter than any other dude I’ve seen ‘round here, hands down. Seems real nice, too. Where’s he been all my life? Jeeeeez! Callum mused as he handed Will his skateboard, making sure he brushed his hand across Will’s long fingers as he did so. He swore the guy shivered at that. Which made him smile…again. Yep, he’s givin’ me a boner only an exorcism can get rid of, that’s for sure. But is he for real? Only one way to find out…

  “W-where do you…live?” Will stuttered, bringing Callum back to the moment.

  “Not far from here. But man, you’re not only handsome, you’re devastatingly cute, too.”

  There was an audible gulp. “I…I am?”

  “Chillax, it was a compliment.”

  “I…am…c-chilled and r-relaxed.”

  Callum let out a guffaw as he led Will out of the park and down the tree-lined street. “Okay, Mister Chillax, when we get to my place you want me to suck your dick or do you wanna get straight down to pounding my hole so hard I won’t be able to walk for a week? Up to you, I’m easy.”

  Will seemed to choke on his tongue. There was a fit of coughing. Callum patted him on his back vigorously. After an age, the guy finally calmed enough to ask, “You’re…gay?”

  “Sure am. Aren’t you?”

  “Yeah…I…I am.”

  “You said you were chillaxed. What’s there to worry about?”

  “Quite a lot, actually.”

  “Yeah? How so?”

  “For a start, I don’t even know you.”

  Callum shrugged. “That’s for you to find out—what better way than with your dick in my mouth, hey?”

  “I’m…I’m not going to your place to have sex with you, and if you think that I am, then you can forget it.”

  Will offered Callum’s skateboard back, his lovely hazel eyes hard like stone. Callum could see the conviction in them; the guy really was telling the truth. As far as Callum was concerned, Will was like a breath of fresh air—he was the first guy he’d come across lately who didn’t want to get him into the sack after a handshake.

  “And that’s the correct response.” Callum nodded as relief washed over him at that realisation. “I was testing you. You passed with flyin’ colours, handsome. Now I really know you’re not like all the other guys ‘round here.”

  Will seemed taken aback. “I don’t…I don’t understand.”

  Callum felt the tension in his shoulders ease for the first time since he’d noticed Will watching him. “Most gu
ys aren’t interested in my skills on the deck when they watch me, but I don’t get that from you.”

  Will stopped dead in his tracks. “Are you teasing me?”

  “Trust me, if you knew what I’ve been through when it comes to relationships, you’d know that’s the last thing I’d do to you.”

  Will tucked Callum’s skateboard back under his arm. “Where did you say you lived?”

  “Down this street. C’mon, I’ll buy you a drink.”

  Will looked taken aback, and not for the first time this afternoon. “Is your place a shop?”

  “You’re so innocently gorgeous, aren’t you?” Callum laughed. “But no, it was a figure of speech.”

  “Oh…right. I s-see.”

  Callum slapped Will on his back. “Just keep on chillaxin’. Okay?”

  Will nodded. “I’m trying.”

  “Yeah, I believe you are, handsome.”

  Callum offered Will an iced tea before quickly heading for the bathroom. He had to freshen up. Smelling his own pungent ripeness after skateboarding all afternoon wasn’t a good thing. Not when he wanted to make an impression, anyway.

  He stared at his reflection in the mirror for ages, scrutinizing and judging himself, his confidence waning. “Pull yourself together, my man.” Callum flexed his neck and shrugged his shoulders many times. “I really hope this guy likes me. Jeez, I’m sweating again…”

  He took in a deep, shuddering breath.

  After slipping off his sweaty T-shirt and replacing it with a simple black one cut to hug his frame—his favourite that showed off the fact he had nipple rings—he returned to the kitchen as casually as he could manage even though his insides were in turmoil. Callum truly hadn’t felt quite like this with any other guy, including the exes before they turned out to be selfish, uncaring jerks.

  Like that Steve dude.

  Callum shuddered as the memory of that waste of space flooded his thoughts. The last time they’d done it together still haunted him…