Higher Ground
Becky Black
HIGHER GROUND
Becky Black
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Higher Ground
Copyright © February 2012 by Becky Black
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Chapter One
Zach took the long way around on his way back from lunch. It was worth being ten minutes late back to his lab for another chance of glimpsing the gardener at work in the field outside the Biological Sciences building.
He wasn’t in the field when Zach passed this time, but standing on the road by a flatbed vehicle, lifting off large trays. As he lifted three at once, he began to struggle, the one on top starting to slide. Zach almost fell off his bike, dropped it still running to the ground, and jumped to catch the tray.
“Thanks,” the gardener said, smiling, adjusting his grip on the other two trays. They held seedlings in plastic pots, each green shoot with a numbered tag stuck in the dirt beside it.
“No problem,” Zach said. “We all play for the same team.” God, what a dumb thing to say. “Which way now?”
He feared the gardener would say he could manage and take the tray back, but he didn’t. An amused look came into his eyes, and his smile widened. This close, Zach could see he was in his midtwenties; they were around the same age.
“Follow me.”
He led the way along a path through the neat rows of plants in the field, and Zach followed, trying to find a comfortable way to carry the square tray, each side of which was a meter long. The gardener carried his two trays more easily, and Zach tried to imitate him, but looking at him proved too distracting, from the reddish blond hair, to the tanned and freckled shoulders and arms shown off by a sleeveless shirt, to the strong legs in denim shorts. No, the man’s tray-carrying technique was not the first thing on Zach’s mind.
“I’m Adam, by the way,” the gardener said, glancing back at him.
“Zach Benesh.”
“Ah, so you’re Dr. Benesh.”
“Just Zach is fine.” How had this man heard of him? Was he the talk of the Institute? It seemed unlikely. Most of his time on Ethris had been spent on survey expeditions to other parts of the planet, scanning for mineral deposits. But he had all the survey data collected and would be staying here in Arius for the rest of his contract to analyze it.
Adam stopped by an unplanted section of the field and bent to put down his trays. Zach had to swallow an involuntary moan at the way his shorts stretched taut over his tight butt. Adam looked back at him, and he knew, Zach thought. His eyes were amused and his smile welcoming.
“On top,” Adam said, nodding at Zach.
Zach looked at him with a slack-jawed expression, which must have made it appear he’d had about a hundred points knocked off his IQ, until he realized Adam was referring to the tray of seedlings. Reviving, he placed it carefully on top of the other two. When he straightened up, he was less than a meter from Adam, close enough to see that the same freckles that dusted his shoulders were scattered lightly over his nose and cheeks too. His hair had light streaks where the sun had bleached it, and his blue-green eyes sparkled with some private amusement. Sun-kissed, Zach thought. He’d never seen anyone who fitted the description better.
He didn’t want to step away. He wanted to step closer, feel the heat of Adam’s fine body pressed against him, feel those large, strong hands on him, dirt under the fingernails and all. Wanted to run his hands, so pale and soft in comparison, through Adam’s thick, unruly hair.
“Thanks for the help,” Adam said, bringing Zach back to reality and making him step back, very much against the instinct urging him to grab Adam and kiss him. He couldn’t—the man would think him quite mad. But he could ask…
“Would you like to go for a drink?”
“I could murder a cold beer right now, but I guess I’ll have to wait until after work.”
“Of course. I mean me too.”
“I’m at the Dome Bar with some friends tonight. Come say hi, and we’ll chat.”
“Great.” Zach didn’t want the friends, but he’d see if he could get Adam alone. Belatedly he decided he should at least attempt not to appear too eager. Play it cool. “Some of my colleagues will be there tonight too. I guess I’ll tag along.”
Which would probably amaze them since the number of such invitations he accepted was effectively zero. But their conversation was so dull. The last time he’d tagged along, he’d tried to start a discussion of the exciting new paper about crustal stretching, but they were more interested in talking about who was sleeping with whom.
“See you later, then, Zach Benesh.”
“See you later, Adam…?” He left the question hanging.
“Gray.”
“Adam Gray.” Nice name. And hardly appropriate. Nothing gray about this man.
In the spirit of playing it cool, he didn’t let the grin break out on his face until he’d retrieved his bike, its engine still humming quietly, from where it lay and zipped off up the road.
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The feeling of someone staring at him made Adam look up to see Zach standing in the doorway from the bar onto the Dome Bar’s terrace. He had a wary expression on his face, looking as if he’d bolt any second. Adam smiled and waved to him to join the group, but Zach didn’t move.
Wasn’t he going to come over? An odd bird, this Zach Benesh. He’d come on bold as brass in the test fields, but now he looked like a startled deer about to flee. Well, if Zach wouldn’t come to him, he’d go to Zach. Taking his drink with him, he squeezed past Jan on his right, pretending to flinch away as if she’d grabbed his ass. She swatted her hand after him, calling him an idiot and laughing.
At least Zach didn’t run away when Adam approached. He smiled, looking relieved.
“Hi, Zach, nice to see you. Come and sit with us.” Adam gestured at the table he’d left, with about a dozen of his colleagues and friends clustered around it and no doubt watching him with prurient interest.
“I don’t want to intrude.”
“Oh, we’re very easy.” But he didn’t press the point. Maybe Zach didn’t like crowds. Or maybe he would prefer to
be alone with Adam. Couldn’t object to that. “Okay, stop blocking the door up at least. Come on.”
He led Zach off the terrace and into the garden to sit on a bench. Zach relaxed at once. Had to be the crowds he didn’t like.
“Nice out here,” Adam said. “Smell that grass, huh?” The scent of the sweet grass filled the evening air.
“Yes, very fragrant.”
“It’s native to Syria back home. Hard to grow even there, but you can’t stop it growing here.”
“It’s beautiful. The whole colony is, the whole island. When I came here, I thought it would be…well, a rock.”
“You wouldn’t have minded rocks, though, would you? You’re a geologist, right?” Zach might be in a different department, but Adam knew about him. Word got around about a man people said was a genius.
“Geophysicist, actually.” Zach shook his head, looking self-conscious. “Ah, yes, though, that’s like a geologist.”
Adam almost said he understood the distinction and then stopped and thought about their interaction so far. Oh! He smiled.
“So how long have you been here, Zach?”
“Five months.”
“I’ve been here just over a year.”
“Oh, I thought you might be a native.”
Adam knew why. Mostly it was people born here in the colony who did the jobs that kept the place running, while specialist scientists came from Earth under contract to the Terraforming Authority.
“You think I’m a gardener, don’t you?” Adam said.
“Um, you’re not?”
“I’m a botanist.”
Zach looked utterly mortified, and Adam could barely keep from laughing out loud.
“I’m a doctoral candidate,” he went on. “I’m running experiments on varieties of food crops, finishing up my thesis while working for the Institute.”
“I’m so sorry. I made an assumption.”
“Given the way I was dressed and what I was doing every time you saw me, of course you did. Heck, in my blood, I am a gardener. My parents have a landscape gardening business back on Earth. But I took more of an interest in the scientific side.”
“Ah, and got an assignment with the Terraforming Authority to come to Ethris.”
“That’s right. The thought of making an alien world that used to be barren bloom is exciting enough not to mind seeing home for a few years.”
“So you’ve signed on long-term?”
“Five years. You?”
“Two but with an option to renew.”
Maybe Adam would give him a reason to renew. Zach’s mortified expression when he thought he’d offended Adam had been delightful. It spoke of someone who didn’t want to hurt anyone else. And with his shiny black hair, nice face… Okay, his nose might be a little on the prominent side, but nobody was perfect. He was as tall as Adam but lean and rangy. A little too pale, though; he needed more sun. Adam would like to take him for a few field trips around the island. But his eyes, dark, deep-set, long-lashed, oh, Adam could look into those for hours. He sipped his beer to cool himself off.
“I’m quite relieved, actually,” Zach said. “That you’re not a gardener, I mean. I feel we have more in common and a better chance of personal compatibility. I’m interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with you.”
Adam choked into his beer. He came up spluttering and gasped out, “What?”
“Oh.” Zach closed down. He backed off a small distance, and a shutter seemed to come down over his eyes. “I understand. I’m sorry to trouble you. I’ll go.” He stood, and Adam grabbed for his arm to stop him.
“No, wait, sit down. You just took me by surprise. Most people aren’t quite so formal about declaring their interest.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not much good at small talk.” Zach sat down again.
“I thought you were doing fine. But anyway, I guess I have to answer you, don’t I?” He would find it hard to be as straightforward. Zach doing it had a certain charm, but for him to do the same would feel crude. He was good at small talk.
“Could we start with dinner together?” Zach asked.
“Sure. But not tonight.”
The eager look on Zach’s face vanished.
“I can’t ditch my friends,” Adam said. “And if you don’t want to join us…”
He shook his head. “I’m not good at crowds.”
“We’ll arrange something later, then. Give me your contact details.” They both got their Links out and swapped the contact info. “Right, I’ll call you to arrange something.”
“Okay.” Zach looked a little glum, though. Did he think Adam was blowing him off? With his scientist’s analytical mind, he’d extrapolate meaning from every tiny bit of data, even when there was no meaning to be had.
Adam couldn’t ditch his friends—it was a birthday party. Should he explain that? Or would it sound like an excuse for ditching Zach instead? He was definitely interested in—he grinned—pursuing a romantic relationship with Zach. Words might not convince him, but perhaps actions would.
“See you around.” Adam leaned in and kissed him. Zach was taken by surprise only for a second or two, and then he opened his mouth and thrust his tongue between Adam’s lips. He raised a hand and pulled Adam closer, fingers threading through his hair, grip firm. His intensity rocked Adam back. When Zach broke the kiss a moment later, Adam had to gasp for his next breath.
Zach had lost his awkward and wary expression. The sun had started to dip below the surrounding mountains, and the slanting light shadowed Zach’s eyes deeply. His mouth curved into a satisfied smile.
“See you around, Adam.” He rose and walked away.
“Yes, right.” Adam could only sit and watch Zach leave, afraid his knees would give way if he surrendered to the urge to trail Zach like a puppy. Job done, then—clearly he’d reassured Zach of his interest. After that kiss, he might have to forget about playing hard to get and show up at Zach’s place tonight to offer himself on a plate.
Except he didn’t know where Zach’s place was. The contact details didn’t include his address. He probably lived in the accommodation block in the other one of the two domes which had once been the entire colony and had become the center of the gradually expanding town of Arius. Most shorter-stay people like Zach lived in apartments in the dome. Longer-term people like Adam got a small house, or a larger one if they had a family.
He pulled himself together. He could find Zach’s address if he wanted to, but no, he’d wait. No reason to rush. Adam loved to dance a bit. They had plenty of time.
Chapter Two
Zach arrived in his lab at 07:30 the next morning. He’d taken the long way around again in the hope of seeing Adam in the test fields, but there’d been so sign of him. Probably much too early. Maybe he’d be out there later and they could go eat lunch together in the Institute cafeteria. Or sit outside with sandwiches, just the two of them. Having Adam to himself even for a few minutes the previous evening had been very pleasant.
He got coffee and sat at his desk to check up on the test results he’d left running overnight. He’d run two sets of tests. The ones he was being paid to work on, the analysis of mineral surveys for the Institute’s quarterly reports, and ones he’d confess to finding a little more interesting—a personal project. With a sigh, he opened the mineral survey results first.
He sipped his coffee, winced, and went back to add the sugar he’d forgotten. As he spooned it in, he smiled. He was a little distracted, he couldn’t deny it, thinking of Adam and their kiss. Hoping the kiss meant Adam hadn’t been put off by Zach’s clumsy attempts at flirting. However hard he tried to be smooth and charming, he always made a great big idiot of himself. He sighed. But Adam had kissed him, so he couldn’t have been too turned off by Zach’s awkwardness.
He went back to the desk and tried to concentrate on his work. He had plenty of it to do. His personal project had been taking a little too much time lately, leaving him behind schedule on the mineral survey analysis
. Hence his early arrival that morning—though he’d also woken early anyway, mind full of Adam. As if his brain was telling him to wake up and go find Adam right away.
How he wished he could. Was Adam at work yet? Nearly 08:00. He might be on his way. Or he might still be at home eating breakfast, or in the shower. Zach swallowed too big a gulp of hot coffee and coughed, eyes watering. He shifted in his seat. Frowning, he tried to dismiss the image of Adam in the shower from his mind. The Institute didn’t pay him to sit in his lab indulging in sexual fantasies.
It didn’t pay him to analyze minor earthquakes either, but the notification of the completion of the latest tests about the quake teased him from his message in-box. It had happened only a few days after he’d arrived at the colony. Zach had never been in an actual earthquake before—despite the number of vacations in California he’d persuaded his parents to take him on as a teenager—and he’d found it quite fascinating and a fortuitous start to his stay. After he’d come back to Arius following his mineral surveys, he’d begun to study the quake to find the cause. Earthquakes were rare on the island; it would be a good challenge to see what he could find out about this one.
As he glanced at the message about the tests, trying to resist it, another notification popped in the list. Message from Adam Gray. Zach grabbed the Link.
Hi, Zach. There’s a concert in the B dome tonight. Want to go with me and get a bite afterward? Adam.
Zach hit the reply at once.
Love to.
He stopped, erased it and started over, trying to at least attempt not to appear so needy.
I’d like that. He didn’t ask anything silly, like what kind of concert it might be. As if he would say no if it wasn’t to his taste! What time and place to meet?
Adam’s reply came back a couple of minutes later.
19:00 in the Dome Bar. See you later. Adam.
There was a lowercase x under his name. A kiss. Zach didn’t get many messages with those on, except from his mother. He grinned. One from Adam meant something different than the ones from his mother. Both precious.
