Someone Like You

By GA Hauser

When a nineteen-year-old genius falls for a hunky rock star, it seems to be the impossible dream. But for Eddie Owen, his best buddy and computer geek co-worker's brother, Quinn Reynolds, just may be the man of his dreams. Can a young man with a wild crush on an unattainable stud ever succeed? All Eddie ever wanted, was Someone Like Quinn. And maybe, just maybe, Quinn isn't as unavailable as he leads people to believe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Aug 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370808427

GA Hauser

About the AuthorAuthor G.A. Hauser is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA. She attended university at The Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, and has a BA in Fine Art from William Paterson College in Wayne NJ where she graduated Cum Laude. As well as degrees in art, G.A. is a Graduate Gemologist from the Gemological Institute of America (GIA). In 1994 G.A. graduated the Washington State Police academy as a Peace Officer for the Seattle Police Department in Washington where she worked on the patrol division. She was awarded Officer of the Month in February 2000 for her work with recovering stolen vehicles and fingerprint matches to auto-theft and bank robbery suspects. After working for the Seattle Police, G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began to write full length gay romance novels. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has penned over 200 novels and short stories. Breaking into independent film, G. A. was the executive producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES which included TV star Shane Keough in its cast. CAPITAL GAMES had its Film Festival Premiere at Philly's Qfest, and its television premiere on OutTV. G.A. is the director and executive producer for her second film NAKED DRAGON, which is an interracial gay police/FBI drama filmed in Los Angeles with the outstanding cinematographer, Pete Borosh. (also the Cinematographer for Capital Games)The cover photographs of G.A.'s novels have been selected from talented and prolific photographers such as Dennis Dean, Dan Skinner, Michael Stokes, Tuta Veloso, Hans Withoos, and CJC Photography, as well as graphic comic artist, Arlen Schumer. Her cover designs have featured actors Chris Salvatore, Jeffery Patrick Olson, Tom Wolfe, and models Brian James Bradley, Bryan Feiss, Jimmy Thomas, Andre Flagger, among many others.Her advertisements have been printed in Attitude Magazine, LA Frontier, and Gay Times.G. A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, and Best Author 2007.G.A. was the guest speaker at the SLA conference in San Diego, in 2013, where she discussed women writing gay erotica and has attended numerous writers’ conventions across the country.

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SOMEONE LIKE YOU

By

G.A.HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2016

SOMEONE LIKE YOU

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2016

Cover design: Alex M. Richfield

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1535-1492-0-4

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Chapter 1

Nineteen-year-old math-whiz Eddie Owen tapped keys on his computer at his desk. Facing him, also working on a computer, Bernard Reynolds did the same. The two young men worked in Silicon Valley in a high-tech firm, TemGek.

While he typed, Bernard asked, Are you coming by after work?

Sure. Eddie scanned the codes as he and Bernard cooperated to write the same project, both of their computers were connected so they could see what the other man was doing.

Are you going to eat dinner at your dad’s?

I haven’t given it much thought. Eddie paused and looked over the top of his computer screen at Bernard. Bernard was twenty-two, and had adopted a new look, one which Eddie couldn’t decide was awesome or horrible. Bernard had shaved his head, yet had a very long reddish brown beard, so long, it came to his chest, and… a pierced lower lip; two small hoops on either side of his mouth. Bernard had always been slightly outside the box, and Eddie wondered if he should do something to escape his classic ‘nerd’ profile. He was slender, around five feet nine inches tall, and had conservatively cropped brown hair.

There was nothing extraordinary about Eddie, but his mind.

Being smart was supposed to be sexy, right?

He’d graduated high-school early, earned a bachelor’s degree in two years, and was hired by this tech firm before his final exams. Yes, he was that smart. And so was Bernard.

Every time Bernard spoke, Eddie couldn’t help but stare at the two metal rings in his lip, and wonder if his beard smelled of food.

Mom’s making enchiladas. Ya know, enchilada-Friday. Bernard laughed.

Sure. Eddie checked the time on his computer. It was nearing five. Since he was only nineteen, he couldn’t go to clubs. He didn’t know if he ever would. Awful, techno-beat-noise and crowds turned him off.

Do you want to invite your dad?

Huh? Eddie stopped working on his codes and looked at Bernard.

He laughed and stroked his beard. I know it’s lame. Mom asked me to ask you… and your dad.

Bernard’s mother was single, and so was Eddie’s father. But he never imagined Bernard was into matchmaking. My dad?

Bernard shrugged. I think Mom has a crush on him.

Ew. Eddie began working again, hearing Bernard chuckle.

She asked. It wasn’t me.

Eddie paused again and looked at his phone which was beside him at his desk. I suppose I could ask him.

My mom would be grateful. I know it’s stupid, but she doesn’t go out… at all.

Why not? She’s pretty. Eddie picked up his phone.

She’s pretty? Bernard made a silly face at him.

For a mom. Eddie texted his dad.

Gag.

I don’t want to be with her! Eddie winced. I mean for my dad. Ya dipshit.

Bernard threw a notepad at him.

Eddie deflected it and got a text back. He’s in.

Okay. Mom’ll be happy. Bernard picked up his phone.

Eddie set the phone aside and watched Bernard. If my dad and your mom marry, we’ll be brothers.

Step-bros. Bernard held his phone.

That’s too weird.

Not really. You’re more of a brother to me than my own.

Eddie thought about Bernard’s brother. Where does he live again?

Bernard finished texting and looked at Eddie. Mostly in our basement, but he comes and goes as he pleases.

Eddie went back to his work, wondering what would happen if his dad and Bernard’s mom, actually did hook up.

By five-thirty, Eddie held his phone in his hand, waiting for Bernard. He tapped Eddie on the shoulder and they walked outside to their cars in the warm, but windy, Southern California day.

Meet you there? Bernard asked.

Sure. Eddie sat down in his car, which he had parked in the shade earlier, but now, it was in the full sun, and hot. He kept the door open as he started it, turning on the A/C. Once Bernard drove by behind him, Eddie backed up and followed.

He had been to Bernard’s home many times, and knew the way. As he went, he listened to an audio book, since he loved to read. Currently, he was into Neil deGrasse Tyson’s The Sky is Not the Limit.

Though they hit nasty rush hour traffic, they made it to Bernard’s home in around forty minutes. Eddie spotted his dad’s car already there, and was surprised.

Was a little romance happening between his dad and Bernard’s mom?

He parked and met with Bernard on the small paved path to the house. The home was a nineties-built-one-story abode, with a basement.

Eddie entered the house behind Bernard, hearing laughter fill the air.

As they stood at the threshold of the kitchen, Eddie spotted his father, Ozzy, and Bernard’s mom, Natasha; both acting like children of the hippie revolution, or at least that’s what they tried to be. Eddie knew they were too young to be real ‘hippies’. But, he wasn’t going to argue.

The aroma of cumin and garlic was strong and sent Eddie’s stomach growling. Hi, Dad. Eddie waved to him.

Hi, Eddie. His father, a man short in stature, but big in personality, with his goatee and full head of black hair, smiled at him.

Bernard opened the refrigerator. Wanna beer?

Sure. Eddie glanced at his father, who rarely objected to him having a drink, if it was supervised.

Just before Eddie took a sip, he heard loud bass music vibrating the floor.

Natasha, a slender woman with salt and pepper, long hair, flowing down the shoulders of her pink tank-top blouse, also noticed. She left the kitchen and Eddie could hear her yell, Quinn! Turn that down!

Eddie nearly choked on his beer. Quinn is here?

Natasha returned and began setting the table.

Do you need help? Ozzy stood to assist.

He and Natasha put plates and silverware on the table.

Bernard set his beer down and left the room.

That left Eddie to think about Quinn.

Quinn.

Eddie had a mean crush on Bernard’s older brother ever since he saw him in a family photo. All this time he knew Bernard, Eddie had never met the fabulous man.

But he did dream about meeting him.

As Natasha and Ozzy flirted, making Eddie uncomfortable, Eddie walked towards the hallway where the basement door was located. He then, realized Bernard must have gone into the bathroom.

Eddie glanced back once, then opened the basement door and crept down, hoping to see this hunk in person.

As he snuck his way, he heard Quinn talking, and wondered if he had a friend with him. He paused, looking into the unfinished basement, which had cement walls and exposed wooden beams, yet contained a single bed, a dresser, and a music system. It was a makeshift bedroom, but it also had the washer/dryer, the hot water heater, and the furnace as well.

Then, he caught a smell. Pot.

Ya… sure. No prob.

Eddie crouched lower and could see Quinn, smoking from a joint, lying on the unmade bed, the phone to his ear. Around him was clothing, as if he had unpacked hastily; books, a laptop computer, and magazines, all scattered as if dropped from above.

Quinn met Eddie’s gaze.

Eddie froze and the urge to flee was strong. He gulped the beer. Oh, God. He’s unbelievable. Holy shit!

Ya… hang on. Quinn put the phone to his chest. Yeah?

Sorry. Eddie held up his hand and was about to escape.

Dude?

Eddie leaned down to see if Quinn meant him or whoever was on the phone.

Quinn held out the joint.

Eddie didn’t hesitate. He scrambled to be near him.

Quinn sat up on the bed, gave Eddie the joint, and kept talking. Dunno. Flopping at my mom’s for now… yeah. No. It’s cool.

Eddie took a hit. He inhaled and choked, coughing his head off, putting the beer bottle down on the floor, which had a woven rug over the cement.

Quinn smiled at him. Huh? Yeah. Okay. Late— He put the phone on a plastic perforated milk crate which doubled as a nightstand.

Eddie handed him the joint, still coughing.

Who’re you? Quinn ran his fingers through his long brown hair.

Eddie finally stopped coughing. Eddie.

Quinn handed him the weed.

Eddie took it, trying to smoke it and not cough.

First time? Quinn smiled.

Yes, it is. Nope, not admitting it. He took another hit and choked so hard, he nearly gagged. I’m high. Holy shit.

It’s strong. Medical grade. Quinn smoked more and offered it.

Eddie shook his head and drank the beer, trying to stop coughing.

Eddie? Bernard called from above.

Yeah? He stared into Quinn’s brown eyes, wanting to be like him… so much. The man reeked of ‘cool’.

Okay. Just looking for you, dude.

He heard Bernard walk on the upper floor. Eddie was high, very high. He ogled Quinn, having placed him on a pedestal, like a movie star, yet he knew nothing about him.

Quinn put the joint out between his fingers and relaxed on the bed. So? What’s your deal?

I work with your brother. Eddie thumbed at the stairs.

The geek with the gross beard? Quinn laughed.

Yeah. Eddie was nervous. He wanted to be friends with a popular guy like Quinn.

He’ll look back on that and gag. Quinn stretched his long legs, extending them behind Eddie.

Ha. Eddie had no idea what to say to not sound like a dork. He was excited to be able to sit here, near this gorgeous stud, but also intimidated.

So? That dude? Upstairs?

My dad.

I think my mom’s got a major crush. He’s hot.

Huh? Yes, he was high, but… My dad is hot?

DILF.

Eddie blinked and tried not to be shocked. Are you gay?

I hate labels.

Eddie wished Quinn would think he was hot. Yeah. He’s okay. Just a dad.

A voice from above called out, Are you ready for dinner?

Quinn sat up. Mom does a good enchilada.

Eddie stared at Quinn as he stood, running his fingers through his mane of hair, and tucking his shirt into his worn jeans. Ya comin’?

Eddie touched the sheet, looking at Quinn’s pillow.

Dude?

Huh? Man, am I stoned.

How old are you?

Nineteen.

Yeah? Nineteen?

Eddie tugged on the corner of the pillow.

Do ya got a girl?

No. Eddie slowly brought the pillow to his lap.

No? A boy?

Eddie leaned down and sniffed the pillow. "Oooh…"

~

Quinn watched Eddie curiously. He didn’t think his kid brother was gay. At least hadn’t heard he was. But seeing this adorable blue-eyed doll, Quinn had a feeling Eddie was.

Are you inhaling me like ya did the weed?

Yes. Eddie buried his face in the pillow.

Guys! was called from above.

Keep your shirt on, Mom. Quinn stood over Eddie, having a feeling it was his first time smoking marijuana. Are you falling in love with my pillow? Quinn smiled.

Can I have it?

Um. No. Quinn was very flattered. Dude?

Sorry. Eddie nudged the pillow away and Quinn could see his erection through his pants.

Food’s ready. Can you walk?

Sure. Eddie picked up his empty beer bottle and stood up.

When he did, Quinn could see he had a few inches on this young man. He stepped closer.

Eddie’s gulp was audible.

Are you, like, a virgin?

Eddie’s cheeks went red.

Huh. Quinn held him from behind, his hands on his shoulders and aimed him at the stairs. As Eddie walked up them, Quinn got a nice view of his ass. Eddie Owen. I remember the Bern-ster talking about you. Do you and my kid bro kiss?

He’s not gay.

When they reached the main floor of the house, they both shut up.

Bernard gave him and Eddie a strange look. Quinn ignored it and heard Ozzy ask his son, Are you high?

After taking the empty beer bottle from Eddie to place in recycling, Quinn opened the fridge. He took out a beer, opened it, and tilted it up to his lips, trying not to laugh at Eddie.

~

No. Eddie took a seat at the table.

Quinn waited, as if seeing where everyone was going to sit.

Eddie froze and felt a light brush of Quinn’s arm as he took the spot next to him.

Smells good, Mom. Quinn set his beer down and glanced at Eddie.

He kept his mouth shut. Yes, he was very stoned. He had no idea pot made you this wasted. He’d been drunk, but never high. Whoa.

Once they were all at the table, platters were handed around.

So, Quinn, how long’re you in town for? Ozzy asked.

Eddie took the platter and managed to get an enchilada onto his plate. He gave the serving dish to Bernard, who finally stopped looking at him as if he had morphed into an alien.

Dunno. Quinn took a helping of beans and rice. He, then, addressed his brother who was seated across the table. You do realize that beard is disgusting.

Bernard smiled and stroked it. Jealous?

How do you go down on chicks with that? Quinn shivered. Pussy juice all over your fucking bushy-pierced face.

Eddie chuckled.

Quinn. Not at the table, Natasha said.

Damn. Quinn made a face of disgust. Seriously, dude. Eddie’s gorgeous. He makes you look like a furry turd.

Eddie started choking and laughing at Quinn’s teasing.

Chicks dig it. Bernard shrugged, eating big bites of his food.

Nasty. Quinn kept baiting his younger brother. What’s with the shaved head? Are you bald at twenty-two?

Nah. Just my thing, dude.

Quinn asked Eddie, Would you kiss him?

No! Eddie recoiled and checked his father’s reaction. There wasn’t one. His dad didn’t care what he did, as long as it was consensual.

I remember mullets. Ozzy chewed his mouthful of food. We had some bizarre styles when I was a kid as well. Hell, you can look back and laugh.

He’s fine. Natasha patted Bernard.

He’s not fine. He’s gross. Quinn sipped his beer. You a virgin, circus-freak?

Quinn! Natasha scolded him.

What? He looks like he should be in a fucking sideshow. The-freak-with-the-pussy-juice-and-shit-beard.

Eddie started laughing so hard, he covered his mouth with his napkin and tried not to spit out his food.

Ozzy said to Eddie, Aren’t you glad I stopped at one?

Eddie shrugged. I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind a brother or sister.

Well, you’re not getting one. Ozzy made a scissors motion with his hand.

Fixed? Quinn asked.

Yeah.

Dude. Quinn nodded in approval. I’m thinking of doing the same. You still have a good climax?

Quinn! Natasha gave him another chiding glance.

What? Quinn defended. I’m not into slimy screaming brats. So? If the orgasm’s good, why not?

Ozzy smiled. It’s good.

Wonder if it tastes the same.

Eddie coughed and couldn’t stop choking. Maybe it was the pot, but he thought this conversation was hilarious.

Are you okay? Ozzy patted his son’s back.

Eddie held up his hand and nodded. He drank water and finally managed to calm down.

Quinn glanced at him and smirked. Don’t grow a beard, sunshine.

Never! Eddie noticed everyone staring at him, and kept his attention on his plate.

How’s the food? Natasha asked.

Good. Bernard had beans and rice in his beard.

Excellent, Natasha. Ozzy flirted overtly, winking.

Quinn glanced at Eddie and whispered in his ear, So? Does your dad fuck my mom?

Don’t know. I think he wants to. Eddie peeked at Natasha, who was giving his dad adoring looks.

Good for them. Mom needs a good fucking.

Eddie felt his skin heat up as Quinn made the hair stand on the back of his neck. He hoped no one could overhear their conversation.

Discussions about politics began and Eddie tuned it out, since everyone at the table seemed to agree, although smart-aleck Bernard played the devil’s advocate.

Quinn sat back, not eating very much of the heavy meal. He sipped his beer and kept glancing at Eddie.

Eddie was full as well, and nudged his plate away.

Quinn whispered in his ear, Have you ever kissed a girl?

Eddie tried to hide.

Kissed a boy?

He fanned himself, and struggled to cool off at the hot topic.

No? Quinn seemed either shocked or intrigued. I don’t think I’ve ever taken a virgin.

Eddie gulped his ice water and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

You’re cute. Are you just shy?

What are you boys talking about?

Nothing, Dad. Eddie didn’t want his father to hear any of this conversation.

After dinner, Ozzy helped Natasha with the dishes while Bernard flopped onto the sofa in the small living room; one cluttered with too many chairs and stacks of artwork and books on the floor.

Eddie stood in the hall, trying to figure out what everyone was going to do.

Quinn walked behind him, making his way to the basement doorway. When Eddie stared at him, Quinn gave him a wicked smile, as if he knew Eddie was infatuated.

Eddie was. He was dying to hang out with him. Maybe Quinn’s sexy vibe would rub off on him.

Quinn touched Eddie’s bottom and then descended the stairs to the basement.

Eddie froze and stared at Bernard, who was watching a sit-com about geeks. One Eddie detested.

He thought about heading down those stairs but, for what?

Hearing his dad laughing with Natasha, Eddie turned to watch them.

They were smiling and doing a weird dance of sex or love; Natasha touching Ozzy’s shoulder as she laughed at every lame joke he said, and Ozzy was grinning like a fox about to get laid.

And here am I. Stuck in the middle.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs drew Eddie’s attention.