relieve again.
The handsome young
thing behind the reception table, probably a college student working part-time,
flashed a disarming smile at Jules. Nice-looking boy. The
old me would’ve poked and waited around to see if he was gay. The old me…it’s
been a while since the old me came out. Jules was just making his way to
the table when he bumped into a soft wall.
“Oh
sorry.” The man who spoke was huge, hairy, and
had a few inches of height over Jules.
He would’ve looked
threatening given his girth and height, but the flush that crept over his
bearded face made Jules pause to study him closer. Thoughts of the slender
college boy fled from his mind as he took in the other man. He had a biker’s
sexy and dishevelled look about him. He wore a beat-up denim jacket and faded
jeans. Intelligent chocolate brown eyes peered from his bearded face and his
untidy wild hair was tied up in a small ponytail.
“No problem, man.
I’m Jules.” Jules held out a hand, which only made the large man blush even
harder.
“Pat,” he
muttered. His large hand accepted Jules’s handshake.
It was rough, but
warm. They felt like hands capable of both violence and gentleness. How Jules
knew that, he wasn’t certain. There was just something about his shyness that
Jules found appealing, but instinct told him that this man wasn’t just a rabbit
in a bear suit.
“Nice
to meet you, Pat. I’m new in town.” Jules
flashed him his most charming smile. That usually set the hearts of most men
and women a-flutter.
He was a flirt and
liked being a flirt, although he never went so far as to cheat on his mate.
Jules may be a natural born flirt, but he was a loyal mate. Cole’s death
might’ve made him a little grim and dark, but he couldn’t change what he was.
Pat only blinked at him slowly, as if wondering why he was still there.
Not wanting to
appear discomforted by his reaction, Jules continued, “are you on your way in
or out?”
“Out.” The large man waved a few pamphlets in his free hand, as if that
explained everything. Much to Jules’s astonishment, he simply took that as the
end of their conversation and began to walk away.
Jules was no
longer just perplexed by his strange reaction. He was beyond annoyed. Maybe the
guy was just straight or had a bad day? Jules could feel an itch at the back of
his neck. People in general universally found themselves drawn to his
personality. He was incorrigible and likable, even to straight men. Not knowing
why, Jules abruptly gripped one hairy arm, and the pamphlets with words like
“Point Plus” and “Create Your Own Recipe” scattered everywhere.
“Shit. Sorry,
man.” Jules bent down, but was rudely shoved away by the hairy giant.
“ It’s fine,” Pat said tightly, not meeting his eyes as he
bent down to pick up the papers.
The guy actually
shoved him! Jules ignored the anger rising out of him and helped the man. “No
it’s not fine. Here.”
“Thanks,” Pat
muttered.
He stood there
with his crumpled papers pressed against his chest, looking a little lost, his
cheeks pink and his eyes narrowing with anger.
Another thought
occurred to Jules. Maybe what I’ve
mistaken for indifference is just really shyness? Hell, I’m just making the big
guy uncomfortable.
Jules summoned the
unwanted image of those large hands sliding down his body to the waistband of
his jeans. Then those hands would jerk the zipper of his pants down in one
violent motion and take out his cock. That bearded face would frown and ask why
he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Jules would respond with a witty remark and
gasp when Pat would cup his strong fingers around his hardening cock.
Oh damn it. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about other men.
“Look, that wasn’t
intentional, man. I’m just new in town and wanted to make new friends,” Jules
said, feeling like an immense jerk. Wanted
to make new friends? Who says words like that anymore? What am I, twelve? I
must sound like a
The handsome young
thing behind the reception table, probably a college student working part-time,
flashed a disarming smile at Jules. Nice-looking boy. The
old me would’ve poked and waited around to see if he was gay. The old me…it’s
been a while since the old me came out. Jules was just making his way to
the table when he bumped into a soft wall.
“Oh
sorry.” The man who spoke was huge, hairy, and
had a few inches of height over Jules.
He would’ve looked
threatening given his girth and height, but the flush that crept over his
bearded face made Jules pause to study him closer. Thoughts of the slender
college boy fled from his mind as he took in the other man. He had a biker’s
sexy and dishevelled look about him. He wore a beat-up denim jacket and faded
jeans. Intelligent chocolate brown eyes peered from his bearded face and his
untidy wild hair was tied up in a small ponytail.
“No problem, man.
I’m Jules.” Jules held out a hand, which only made the large man blush even
harder.
“Pat,” he
muttered. His large hand accepted Jules’s handshake.
It was rough, but
warm. They felt like hands capable of both violence and gentleness. How Jules
knew that, he wasn’t certain. There was just something about his shyness that
Jules found appealing, but instinct told him that this man wasn’t just a rabbit
in a bear suit.
“Nice
to meet you, Pat. I’m new in town.” Jules
flashed him his most charming smile. That usually set the hearts of most men
and women a-flutter.
He was a flirt and
liked being a flirt, although he never went so far as to cheat on his mate.
Jules may be a natural born flirt, but he was a loyal mate. Cole’s death
might’ve made him a little grim and dark, but he couldn’t change what he was.
Pat only blinked at him slowly, as if wondering why he was still there.
Not wanting to
appear discomforted by his reaction, Jules continued, “are you on your way in
or out?”
“Out.” The large man waved a few pamphlets in his free hand, as if that
explained everything. Much to Jules’s astonishment, he simply took that as the
end of their conversation and began to walk away.
Jules was no
longer just perplexed by his strange reaction. He was beyond annoyed. Maybe the
guy was just straight or had a bad day? Jules could feel an itch at the back of
his neck. People in general universally found themselves drawn to his
personality. He was incorrigible and likable, even to straight men. Not knowing
why, Jules abruptly gripped one hairy arm, and the pamphlets with words like
“Point Plus” and “Create Your Own Recipe” scattered everywhere.
“Shit. Sorry,
man.” Jules bent down, but was rudely shoved away by the hairy giant.
“ It’s fine,” Pat said tightly, not meeting his eyes as he
bent down to pick up the papers.
The guy actually
shoved him! Jules ignored the anger rising out of him and helped the man. “No
it’s not fine. Here.”
“Thanks,” Pat
muttered.
He stood there
with his crumpled papers pressed against his chest, looking a little lost, his
cheeks pink and his eyes narrowing with anger.
Another thought
occurred to Jules. Maybe what I’ve
mistaken for indifference is just really shyness? Hell, I’m just making the big
guy uncomfortable.
Jules summoned the
unwanted image of those large hands sliding down his body to the waistband of
his jeans. Then those hands would jerk the zipper of his pants down in one
violent motion and take out his cock. That bearded face would frown and ask why
he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Jules would respond with a witty remark and
gasp when Pat would cup his strong fingers around his hardening cock.
Oh damn it. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about other men.
“Look, that wasn’t
intentional, man. I’m just new in town and wanted to make new friends,” Jules
said, feeling like an immense jerk. Wanted
to make new friends? Who says words like that anymore? What am I, twelve? I
must sound like a
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