"I'll be back inside in a few minutes, Ralph," Morton assured the guard. He didn't want Ralph waiting for him or, worse, coming down the alley to escort him back inside. He waited until Ralph was out of view again before turning to continue on his way. The men had disappeared now and his senses already picked up the presence of an immortal.
But he wasn't worried. He knew this immortal well.
Graham dropped down from the top of the nearest building, landing near him, on his booted feet. His lover wore jeans and a purple buttoned-down shirt. One of Morton's favorite parts of living many hundreds of years was getting to try all the different fashions of the time. Things were definitely casual these days.
Pushing his shoulder-length blond hair behind his ears, Graham smiled his welcome. Morton found himself up against the wall, with Graham's lips ready to take possession of his.
"Wait." He stayed Graham with a hand on his muscular chest. "You've been here all this time, haven't you?"
"Why didn't you help me with Larry, Curly, and Moe?"
Graham's smile turned wolfish as he leaned in close in spite of Morton's attempts to keep his distance. "You could handle those three. I knew you could."
"And if I couldn't have?"
"I would have stepped in." Graham covered Morton's lips in a deep, possessive kiss.