Revealed - Masked 3 by Lissa Matthews

The headlights flashed through the front window one minute after midnight. Thor smiled, took a deep breath, and opened the garage door, waiting for Bobby to exit his flashy little car. He found it somewhat funny, the turn of events, how less than a month ago Bobby had been Robert and someone Thor had looked upon with... Well, he wasn't sure how he'd ever really thought about the man. Fascinated, for sure, but he couldn't say he'd ever been interested in him.
    Then again, maybe he had. Subconsciously at least.
    To say he'd been surprised when Bobby turned from the cross last weekend and Thor'd seen who he'd been lusting after, who he'd been unable to stop thinking about, would be a gross understatement. Bobby didn't have the greatest reputation with women and Thor didn't want to find out or be the first in a long line of men. He'd been unsure about Bobby's true commitment to this, but at the same time, it was new for both of them, too. Thor wanted it bad enough that he was willing to give it a hundred percent attention and effort. He hoped Bobby wanted it just as bad.
    That Thor's erection hadn't gone down in six days, no matter how many times he beat off, was testament to the attraction, the lust, the need Bobby inspired in him. It definitely dipped well below the surface.
    He'd never been hung up on the closet, coming out or staying in, however when presented with the reality of having to make a choice, of having to make the decision, Thor'd done so in the most public way possible at the time. Since he sent Bobby home last Friday night, he'd wondered if perhaps other men would affect him the same way as Bobby, kind of like being a kid in a candy store. He'd stepped out could freely sample the variety around him. The more he looked at other men, though, the more Bobby's face filled his mind, the feel of Bobby's lips under his, the texture of Bobby's bare ass beneath his hand. Thor didn't want anyone else.
    Bobby got out of his car and clicked a button on the key fob in his hand. A little beeping sound filled the otherwise quiet night as an internal theft alarm set. Thor stood in the doorway between the garage and the kitchen as Bobby walked toward him. He'd dressed in jeans tonight, and as he got closer Thor could see the shirt Bobby wore was a black button down. Black boots thumped on the wooden steps and then, Bobby was eye to eye, chest to chest with Thor.
    "Hey."
    Thor smiled at the word, at the tentative softness in Bobby's voice. "Hey. You're a minute late. Second thoughts?"
    "Traffic light missed a cycle."
    "Yeah? The one around the corner?"
    Bobby nodded. "Yeah."
    "You staying?"
    "If you'll have me."
    Thor's heart kicked in his chest and his cock pressed itself against the wool of his kilt. "Come on in," he said, happy his voice didn't betray his caveman desire to push Bobby to the ground.
    Bobby preceded him. "Nice house."
    "Thanks," Thor said as he pushed the button to close the small one car garage. When it was down, he closed the kitchen door behind him.
    He lived in an older part of town, having bought an abandoned fixer upper for nothing more than the unpaid taxes at auction. He'd completely remodeled it over the last year and while the outside fit in with the neighborhood, the inside was all him.
    Pride filled him as Bobby stepped through the kitchen doorway and let go a low whistle of appreciation. Thor stood against one of the black granite counters and let Bobby look around unhampered.
    "Did you do all the work yourself?" Bobby inquired as he moved from one open space to another, pausing every now and then to study something.
    The all black galley kitchen gave way to a muted gray living room. Replicas of Scottish swords lined one wall while images of Scottish castle ruins lined another custom black and red frames he'd made.
    "I did."
    "I know which end of the hammer to use and how to screw in a light bulb, but that's about the extent of my home improvement knowledge."
    "I guess it's not a job requirement in a