Charlie down flat. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Charlie, however, was having none of it. Either he couldn’t take a hint, or was too self-absorbed to believe he was being turned down. After all, who in their right mind would turn down a date with a man who looked like Charlie? “Yeah? Well, I think it’s a great idea. Look, you don’t have to answer now. Take some time and think about it, okay? I’ll catch up to you later.” Charlie flashed him a toothy grin and a wink, then left, leaving Kyle feeling a little shell-shocked.
What the fuck had just happened? Charlie Taylor, asking him out? Had he somehow fallen down some twisted, fucked-up rabbit hole into an alternate reality that morning?
He shook his head. Best to pretend it never happened. Charlie was up to something, of that Kyle was absolutely sure. Maybe Charlie lost a bet or something. Yeah, that was probably it.
Kyle tried to push the encounter out of his mind, but a niggling little voice kept whispering that trouble was streaking toward him like a runaway freight train, and that Charlie Taylor was the engineer.
***
By the time Kyle found Rory, all thoughts of Charlie had been wiped clean from his mind, replaced by all the wicked little fantasies he’d been storing up since he last left Rory. His hard-on returned, and he hoped fervently it wasn’t too obvious through his thin costume pants.
Rory’s arched eyebrow and lecherous grin told him it was indeed visible, probably highly so. Kyle groaned and turned to face the wall of the Bits o’ Magic Boutique, trying to adjust his dick into a less noticeable position.
As if he could. One look at his groin told him he looked as if he were smuggling a broomstick in his pants. There was just no hiding it. In a last ditch effort to appear G-rated, he grabbed one of the maps he always kept in his back pocket and held it over his crotch.
Rory grinned at him. “Does your dick know how to read a map? Because if it does, I say we’re ready for the talk show circuit.”
Kyle’s cheeks heated and he frowned. “It’s your fault. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Me? What did I do?”
The look of faked surprise on Rory’s face was comical and made Kyle chuckle in spite of his discomfort. “You know what you did,” Kyle said. He lowered his voice into a hoarse whisper. “The janitor’s closet on Shell Island? Remember that?”
Although Kyle didn’t think Rory’s grin could grow any wider, it did. “Like I could forget it. Baby, that was the most fun I’ve had since I started working here. If that was an attraction, the line for it would be at full capacity day in and day out.”
Kyle snorted. “Yeah, well, Mr. Full-of-Yourself, I couldn’t stop thinking of it either, hence my unfortunate condition.”
Rory looked left and right, then brushed his hand over the map covering Kyle’s bulging erection. “I don’t think it’s very unfortunate at all.”
Kyle fought to keep the groan that escaped him low enough not to be heard. He didn’t think he succeeded. “Damn it, Rory, stop that! I don’t want to have to go change my pants.”
Rory took Kyle’s arm and manhandled him around the corner of the Bits o’ Magic shop, and into the darker shadows on the side of the building. “One kiss. Come on, Kyle. I’m dying to taste you again.”
The hungry look in Rory’s eyes took Kyle’s breath away. Rory looked like he actually meant it, like he was starving for a kiss.
Kyle’s lips parted to say no, no way, it was a bad idea, completely against the rules, but before he could, Rory’s tongue was in his mouth. It was only by supreme effort that Kyle managed to end the kiss and gently push Rory away. “Dude, not now! There are guests around. Somebody will see us,” he said. He sounded a little breathless, which in fact, he was. Rory’s kiss did that to a guy, stole the breath from his lungs and pushed all the blood in his body to a central location. Kyle’s dick
Charlie, however, was having none of it. Either he couldn’t take a hint, or was too self-absorbed to believe he was being turned down. After all, who in their right mind would turn down a date with a man who looked like Charlie? “Yeah? Well, I think it’s a great idea. Look, you don’t have to answer now. Take some time and think about it, okay? I’ll catch up to you later.” Charlie flashed him a toothy grin and a wink, then left, leaving Kyle feeling a little shell-shocked.
What the fuck had just happened? Charlie Taylor, asking him out? Had he somehow fallen down some twisted, fucked-up rabbit hole into an alternate reality that morning?
He shook his head. Best to pretend it never happened. Charlie was up to something, of that Kyle was absolutely sure. Maybe Charlie lost a bet or something. Yeah, that was probably it.
Kyle tried to push the encounter out of his mind, but a niggling little voice kept whispering that trouble was streaking toward him like a runaway freight train, and that Charlie Taylor was the engineer.
***
By the time Kyle found Rory, all thoughts of Charlie had been wiped clean from his mind, replaced by all the wicked little fantasies he’d been storing up since he last left Rory. His hard-on returned, and he hoped fervently it wasn’t too obvious through his thin costume pants.
Rory’s arched eyebrow and lecherous grin told him it was indeed visible, probably highly so. Kyle groaned and turned to face the wall of the Bits o’ Magic Boutique, trying to adjust his dick into a less noticeable position.
As if he could. One look at his groin told him he looked as if he were smuggling a broomstick in his pants. There was just no hiding it. In a last ditch effort to appear G-rated, he grabbed one of the maps he always kept in his back pocket and held it over his crotch.
Rory grinned at him. “Does your dick know how to read a map? Because if it does, I say we’re ready for the talk show circuit.”
Kyle’s cheeks heated and he frowned. “It’s your fault. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Me? What did I do?”
The look of faked surprise on Rory’s face was comical and made Kyle chuckle in spite of his discomfort. “You know what you did,” Kyle said. He lowered his voice into a hoarse whisper. “The janitor’s closet on Shell Island? Remember that?”
Although Kyle didn’t think Rory’s grin could grow any wider, it did. “Like I could forget it. Baby, that was the most fun I’ve had since I started working here. If that was an attraction, the line for it would be at full capacity day in and day out.”
Kyle snorted. “Yeah, well, Mr. Full-of-Yourself, I couldn’t stop thinking of it either, hence my unfortunate condition.”
Rory looked left and right, then brushed his hand over the map covering Kyle’s bulging erection. “I don’t think it’s very unfortunate at all.”
Kyle fought to keep the groan that escaped him low enough not to be heard. He didn’t think he succeeded. “Damn it, Rory, stop that! I don’t want to have to go change my pants.”
Rory took Kyle’s arm and manhandled him around the corner of the Bits o’ Magic shop, and into the darker shadows on the side of the building. “One kiss. Come on, Kyle. I’m dying to taste you again.”
The hungry look in Rory’s eyes took Kyle’s breath away. Rory looked like he actually meant it, like he was starving for a kiss.
Kyle’s lips parted to say no, no way, it was a bad idea, completely against the rules, but before he could, Rory’s tongue was in his mouth. It was only by supreme effort that Kyle managed to end the kiss and gently push Rory away. “Dude, not now! There are guests around. Somebody will see us,” he said. He sounded a little breathless, which in fact, he was. Rory’s kiss did that to a guy, stole the breath from his lungs and pushed all the blood in his body to a central location. Kyle’s dick
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