by Kelex
Three hours, many shots, and several beers later, Ryan was feeling no pain. Carlo had wandered off somewhere and a pretty blonde had found her way to Ryan’s side. Talking to her felt good. It felt right. Maybe I can get lost between her legs and forget about Colt.
Yeah, that sounds good, buddy. You do that.
“A plumber, huh? That sounds like a fun job,” the woman said, all teeth and hair. She was pretty, but he wasn’t sure if it was the liquor talking.
“Fun? Not really,” he answered. “I bet you’re more fun.”
She smiled at him seductively.
“What did you say your name was again?”
“Collette,” she answered huskily, giggling when she was done.
Ryan smiled and ordered them both another beer. Just as they were placed on the bar, Ryan looked up and saw Colt sitting across from them, his steely gaze watchful.
His cock grew instantly hard. Desire flooded him and all he could think of was sauntering over and talking to Colt instead of the dizzy blonde beside him. He felt himself standing to do just that.
The woman grabbed his arm. “Why don’t we get out of here and go back to my place? I’ve got plenty of booze there. We can make it a party for two.”
Colt captured his stare, but Ryan refused to acknowledge the man. Instead, he stared into her blue eyes and told himself he needed to lose himself in her tonight, not Colt. A woman. Not a man. “Yeah. Let’s go to your place.”
Ryan weaved toward the door, ignoring the sensation he was being stared at, and pulled the woman behind him. He unlocked his doors and opened hers, helping her up into the seat before sliding into his own. As soon as he’d shut the door, she was on him, kissing him and grabbing his cock.
She wrapped a hand around the back of his head, her aggressive kisses wild and frenzied. He kissed her back, closing his eyes as she climbed on top of his lap and rubbed her body against his.
An image of Colt kissing him assaulted him. A groan rippled up his chest as he pictured Colt hovering over him, rubbing his cock while sweeping a tongue into his mouth.
“You’re hard as a rock, sexy man,” the woman said, and let out another round of giggling.
And ruined his little fantasy.
He pushed her away, sliding her back to her seat, a slight sobering sensation filling him. His hands shook as he ran them through his hair, thankful he’d stopped himself before it had gone too far. “I-I can’t do this.”
“What?” she asked, sounding confused.
“I can’t do this, not tonight. I’m sorry.”
“What do you mean you can’t do this tonight? Do you know how many guys in there want to be with me?”
“I don’t know, but at least that means you’ll have no trouble finding someone else to party with,” he said.
“You asshole!” She grabbed her purse and opened the door. “You motherfucking asshole! I don’t get treated like this.”
She slid out and slammed his door. As she rounded the front of the truck, she gave him the finger. She walked back into the bar, passing Colt as she went inside.
Colt.
He’d been there, watching the whole thing?
Ryan’s stare was captured, and was held as Colt moved to stand beside his door.
He turned over the engine and rolled down the window. “Yeah?”
“You’re in no shape to drive.”
Ryan pressed his foot on the gas for a second, revving the engine. “I’m good.”
“No. You’re not. And if I have to tear this door off and rip you out of that seat, I’ll do it.”
Ryan canted his head to the side and stared at Colt. “Fuck you.”
“Maybe later. Now are you gonna give me your keys? Or am I gonna have to get rough?”
Heat flooded Ryan’s body. “Why you? Why did you have to be here tonight?”
“Providence. To ensure you don’t kill yourself tonight.”
“Before you showed up, I was just fine. Had a pretty girl at my side, ready to fuck her all night and then you’re there and I can’t think straight.” Ryan chuckled. “Straight? Yeah, definitely not thinking straight.”
Colt didn’t crack a smile or say a word. He opened his palm and glared at Ryan.
“No, you had to come and make me hard and make me see you in my head when I kissed her. You. I saw you when I kissed her, so I had to push her away. Now I won’t get laid tonight and it’s all your fault.”
“Keys,” Colt said, sternly.
Ryan pressed his foot on the gas pedal one more time, loving the sound of the strong, diesel engine.
Colt reached into the truck and turned off the ignition. He took the keys with him and glared at Ryan. “Get out of the truck and let me take you home.”
Ryan pushed on the window button. “Need the keys so I can put the window up first.”
Colt mumbled something under his breath before opening Ryan’s door. “Get out of the damned truck or I’m hauling you out.”
Ryan slipped out of his seat and nearly fell into Colt. Colt jumped into the truck, turned over the engine, put up the window, and turned the truck off once more. In a space of seconds, the truck was locked up tight and Colt was dragging him away.
Seated and belted into Colt’s truck, Ryan leaned back and inhaled. The truck smelled like Colt—rich leather and sandalwood. He liked the scents, so he took another breath as Colt climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Where am I taking you?”
Ryan glared at Colt. “Duvall Street. Apartment building on the corner.”
Colt turned over the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. What felt like seconds later, they stopped the truck before Ryan’s building. Musta fell asleep.
“You need help getting in or can you manage?”
Ryan unlocked his seatbelt and fumbled for his keys. Colt’s hand opened beside him, his keys resting on the palm. He took the keys with a grin.
“You know, maybe you should come in and help me.”
Colt didn’t move. He sat there in the semi-dark, staring at Ryan.
Ryan rested his hand on Colt’s hard, muscled thigh. He massaged the man’s leg, inching closer and closer to the expanding groin area.
“You made me lose one lover tonight. Maybe you need to make it up to me.” Ryan slid his hand over Colt’s hard cock, touching another man’s dick for the first time in his life. Excitement flowed in his veins, igniting the need. “Maybe you come inside and suck my dick tonight.”
Ryan leaned over and pressed his lips against Colt’s. The other man’s stubble scratched his face as he was sure his own did to Colt. It felt different, foreign. New.
That newness… and the taboo… only fueled Ryan’s need. He pressed his lips more firmly and deepened the kiss. Colt didn’t respond at first, only sat there numbly, but he forcefully grabbed the back of Ryan’s head and delved his tongue into Ryan’s mouth.
Colt tasted of fire, of liquid heat, and it only stirred the throbbing of his cock to move more quickly. He ached for Colt, needed the man to show him what it would feel like to be held by another man.
As quickly as it started, it was over. Just as Ryan had refused a lover tonight, so did Colt. He was pushed back into his seat and the gulf between them felt too wide.
“Not like this. You’ll be coherent and without an excuse when I fuck you. Trust me, Ryan, I am going to fuck you. And you’re going to want me to.”
Lust zipped through Ryan’s body at the declaration. “I want you to. Tonight.”
“You don’t know what you want tonight. Just a few minutes ago, you were sitting in your truck, kissing a woman. Either way, I won’t have you blaming the alcohol the following morning. So go rest up. If you wake up tomorrow and want to continue this conversation, you know my number. But something tells me you’ll be in too much pain come morning to do much of anything but puke up what you drank tonight.”
“I told you I thought of you when I was kissing her. I wanted it to be you.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel b
etter? No.”
“You’ve been chasing me for weeks and when I finally give in, you’re too chicken shit to do anything about it.”
“Good night, Ryan. Go home.”
Ryan groaned angrily. He pushed open the door and slammed it once outside. He turned to face Colt and gave the man the finger before shakily climbing up the stairs to his second story apartment. Asshole! How could he reject me?
Didn’t that woman say the same thing to you?
Yeah. What was her name again?
I don’t know.
After fumbling with the door, Ryan let himself in. Undressing as he made his way to the bathroom, he pissed before crawling into bed and finding oblivion.
Where he still dreamed of Colt.
Chapter Five
Colt pulled into the house Monday morning, with no sign of Ryan’s truck anywhere. The guy was usually a bit early, making Colt feel like he was late for arriving on time. He languidly drained the rest of his coffee from Carlo’s and scarfed one of the donuts he’d bought, and then slowly got out of his truck. Before grabbing his tool belt, he glanced at his cell and saw Ryan was ten minutes late at this point.
Maybe he’s not coming back. If he remembers Friday night, he might feel too ashamed to show his face.
Colt strapped on his tool belt, willing himself to focus on the job and getting work done, with or without Ryan. Colt knew enough about plumbing to do some of the job, but he was also not enough of an ass to say he knew more than he did. If Ryan didn’t show, he’d have to find another plumber to finish the job.
Just as he climbed the porch, Ryan’s truck came careening to a stop in front of the house. Colt stood at the door and watched Ryan scramble out and grab his tools before slithering up to the stoop. Without looking at Colt, Ryan apologized for his tardiness.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, looking down at the ground.
“Long weekend?” Colt asked.
Ryan’s stare flipped up, capturing Colt’s. “I think you know how my weekend was.”
“Hungover and horny? Yeah. I feel ya. At least on the horny part.”
Heat flooded Ryan’s face, and he looked down again. “Can we pretend none of that happened?”
“What? The parts where you stumbled out drunk with some ugly bimbo? Or the parts where you told me you’d seen my face when you kissed her before begging me to take you inside and fuck you?”
“All—” Ryan coughed. “All of it.”
Colt shook his head, even though Ryan wasn’t looking at him. “Nope. No can do. You admitted you wanted me, and I’m not about to forget it. Neither should you.”
Ryan glanced up again. “Feeling something… and acting on it… are two different things.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit.”
“I’m not gay. I don’t get all excited looking at other men. I don’t jerk off to gay porn. I’ve never been attracted to another man in my life.”
A slow smile twisted on Colt’s face. “Until now.”
Ryan shook his head, walking on through the front door. He turned to face Colt, anger on his face. “No.”
“You know sexuality is a spectrum, not something finite. You can be straight and find another man who rings your bells, and only that man. It’s being attracted to a person and not a gender.”
Ryan frowned, silent as he took that knowledge in. “So, you’re trying to tell me, I could not be gay, but just be… gay for you?”
“Basically,” Colt said with a grin.
Ryan rolled his eyes. “You’ve got an ego bigger than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Could be,” Colt said, drawing the door shut behind him. That ego had gotten him far in life, so he didn’t see a reason to stop it now. It would also get him Ryan, eventually.
“Can we drop this and get to work? The sooner we get done, the sooner I can be out of here.”
Colt didn’t like the sound of that. An idea flickered in his mind, but the thought of purposefully sticking a wrench in the job wasn’t in his nature. Yet keeping Ryan close was the only thing on Colt’s mind. He needed to time to seduce the man… but not much. Ryan was nearly ready for the picking. “Get on with it, then. I’m not stopping you.”
Ryan hefted his huge toolbox and began to traverse the stairs. They’d already completed most of the work in the kitchen they could thus far, and the powder room was complete minus fixtures—which would be arriving later in the week. Now they had to tackle the bedroom/bathroom conversion, which could take several days.
They worked on in companionable silence for the next few hours, only speaking when they had to—no mindless banter or inane conversation. Colt liked how well they worked together, both men seemingly in tune with the other enough that they rarely had to speak. There was a comfort around Ryan he’d only felt with Jax and Linc, and he wasn’t attracted to either of them.
Ryan was a hard worker. In next to no time, he had the pipework started and the framework in place. He’d cut all the lengths he’d need, and had them laid out and ready. Each section was added with care, without corners being cut.
Colt realized then that there hadn’t been one moment where he questioned what Ryan was doing. Not once had Ryan done something debatable or shrewd. He worked nothing like Chip Saunders.
“I’m going to put the word out… about how good of a job you did for us here.”
Ryan looked over his shoulder with a bemused grin. “Not done yet.”
“I know, but I have a feeling you’ll do as good work through the rest of it. As long as you do, I’ll be happy to give you a recommendation. We work with a lot of subcontractors. And I can let our realtor know as well. Chance sells to a few flippers.”
“And what do I have to do to get this recommendation? Fuck you?”
Colt felt the air sucked from his lungs. He was trying to give the man a fucking compliment. “Do you really think I work like that?”
Ryan had the intelligence to look ashamed. “I know the way things work. I wash your back… if you wash mine.”
“The recommendation was for your hard work here, regardless if I took you to bed or not. I wouldn’t levy your success on whether or not you give in to me.” Anger roiled through him. He knew he might come on strong at times, and had been completely unprofessional when he’d grabbed Ryan’s junk, but still. Was this the image Ryan had of him?
Ryan stared at Colt. “I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“You’re damned right I’m offended.”
Ryan stood and faced Colt. “I can’t seem to say anything right around you.”
“You’re so goddamned worried about pushing me away that the shit just slips from your lips.” Even angry, Colt’s stare was pulled to those lips, the same lips that had gently caressed him Friday night. The same lips he’d seen sucking his cock in his dreams ever since.
“If you didn’t come on so strong, maybe I wouldn’t have to push.”
“Strong? You haven’t even begun to see strong,” Colt said as he stalked up to Ryan and pulled the man into his arms. His lips descended, claiming Ryan’s mouth.
Ryan tensed against him, ready to fight, but Colt refused to allow it. He wrapped his arms around Ryan’s body and dragged the plumber even closer. Colt’s cock was hard as stone in an instant—had been semi-erect from the moment Ryan had pulled up—and he rubbed his groin against Ryan’s body, need consuming him.
Colt feasted on the man’s mouth, spurred on by Ryan. Ryan pushed Colt away, but without much effort, and soon Ryan stopped altogether, his hands too busy clinging to Colt’s shirt. Ryan’s tongue began to war with Colt’s, equally hungry. The plumber grew as hard as Colt, rubbing his erection against Colt’s thigh. Colt plunged his hand into Ryan’s hair and held the man tight, deepening the kiss once he felt Ryan’s acquiescence.
Furious hands drew clothing off, Colt barely sure whose hands were doing the pulling. Ryan reached between them and pulled off Colt’s tool belt, breaking away briefly to lower the heavy weight to the floor before turning
back to continue the heated embrace.
Soon enough, they were both naked, rubbing their bodies against one another while they touched everything they could get their hands on. Colt stepped back, wanting a better look at the man. Ryan stood silent, letting Colt get his fill. Strong arms, a muscular chest, a sinewy back, a tight, firm ass… it only made Colt’s mouth water. Ryan was smaller than he, but sculpted in his own right. The man was gorgeous, even more so bare assed and ready to fuck.
Colt gripped the base of Ryan’s firm length and drew his fingers to the wide tip, the bulbous head leaking fluid. He trailed his fingers through the man’s essence and brought them to his lips, licking the seed. He groaned, the flavor only making him hunger all the more.
Leaning down to kiss Ryan, he wanted his lover to taste the musky flavor on his tongue. He continued to jerk Ryan slowly, learning the feel of the man. Ryan wasn’t overly long, but he made up for it in girth. His plumber had to have the thickest cock he’d ever seen, and he suddenly had the need to wrap his lips around it and see how far it would spread his mouth.
Colt wasted no time. He knelt, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down Ryan’s firm body as he moved. Before he got down to business, he took a moment to look over the engorged flesh, exploring the shaft and the veins trailing along the surface. Engulfing the tip, Colt struggled to wrap his mouth around the spongy head. He looked up at Ryan, wanting to be sure his lover saw what was happening.
Ryan’s eyes were closed. Colt released Ryan, earning a groan of displeasure.
“Open your eyes,” Colt demanded.
Ryan obeyed, looking down at where Colt had him gripped tight.
“You will watch. You will see a man sucking your cock. Not a woman, but a big, strong man. And it’s going to be the best blow job you’ve ever had.”
Ryan nodded, breathless.
Colt stared up, ensuring Ryan witnessed every second of his cock disappearing down Colt’s throat. Their eyes locked, Colt engulfed his lover again, this time taking Ryan’s cock to the back of his throat. Ryan’s moans of pleasure were the only sounds besides the slurping of Colt’s tongue as he swallowed Ryan over and over. Ryan slid his fingers through Colt’s hair as his hips began to rock, feeding Colt more of his cock.
