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There was a murmured greeting of, “Hey.” A big hand cupped under his jaw, and another hooked over the ridge of his hipbone, the thumb brushing up under the fabric of Evan’s shirt and skimming over the bare skin of his abdomen, touching him like this guy had every right to touch him wherever and however he wanted. There was no hesitation at all.

“Hey,” Evan replied, his breath catching when the hand on his hip rotated, dragging down to brazenly palm his groin. Suddenly, the hand grabbed hold of him, firmly, squeezing around the hard line of Evan’s dick through his jeans and not letting go. Hips canting forward, Evan felt the guy tracing him, measuring him, and rubbing a little. Evan’s heart pounded in his chest, so loud he was sure the guy must have heard it.

Closing his eyes more tightly, Evan parted his lips when he was kissed, tasting alcohol on the guy’s tongue, letting him push his way into Evan’s mouth. The hand on his jaw slid back to cradle behind his head as his mouth was plundered roughly. His bottom lip was sucked on and the guy moaned a little. Evan didn’t realize his pants had been unzipped until there were fingers pushing down inside the front of his briefs, seeking then pulling out his dick.

His head fell back against the tile with a swallowed, apprehensive groan. His eyes shot open with his surprise, finding passionate, determined, hazel ones staring down at him. Shifting his stance wider, he didn’t protest as his pants were pushed down past his hips, down almost to mid-thigh, along with his underwear. It was intense. The guy stared down at Evan’s cock, cradled in his hand. Slowly, he started stroking Evan hard.

“So fucking sexy,” the guy growled, unzipping himself too. It made it a little easier to be standing there, fondled by a stranger with his pants down when he wasn’t the only one with his cock out. Evan expected to get jerked off, maybe kissed some more, maybe sucked, but then the guy pinned their hips together and palmed Evan’s ass with both hands. Their mouths crashed together again, soft lips on lips, sucking and biting. Evan thrust, his cock sliding alongside the thick, long length of his companion. The friction was unbelievable, and he moaned softly. He thrust again, building a rhythm.

The guy was still staring at him. His large hands squeezed the muscle of Evan’s ass cheeks. Then, they pulled him open.

Evan became still, his eyes widening slightly. The guy grew even more watchful, inches away, not kissing him for a moment as he dragged the middle finger of his right hand down Evan’s ass crack.

Too startled to speak, Evan muttered, “Um....”

The fingertip rubbed lightly over the pucker of his asshole, and circled gently around the rim. He tried not to clench up, but he was honestly afraid of being breached, so it was pretty impossible not to. The finger traced around and around the wrinkled spot. Then it settled right over his hole, pressing lightly.

“Um....”

He thrust again, despite himself. It was stuttered and followed a moment later by yet another needy push.

The guy said to Evan, “Use your hand. Go on. Don’t be shy.”

Evan did it only because he had to. His dick was so hard it felt like it was going to explode if he didn’t get some relief, so he tried to fit both his cock and the other guy’s in his right hand, tugging them simultaneously.


Mmm,
yeah, just like that,” the guy sighed. His finger wriggled at Evan’s hole, teasing it open and Evan’s lips parted around a soft gasp. Evan hung his head to hide his reaction. But the guy caught on and he teased a little harder, parting Evan’s pucker, pushing hard enough to begin to fit his fingertip inside the ring of muscle. Evan whimpered.

“So, Jailbait, you’re eighteen, right?”

Evan glanced up, eyes blazing, trying to regain control. He sealed his lips and quirked his eyebrows in a non-committal response. It was enough to give the guy pause. The determination on his gorgeous, chiseled face mixed with trepidation.

“Yeah. Don’t sweat it,” Evan answered finally. “I’m legal.”

“You sure?” The finger jabbed at him, breaching him dry and popping through his rim.

Evan cried out softly, his lower lip quivering slightly. He bowed his head again and, with his hand, pumped faster at the pair of cocks trapped in his grip. The guy, clearly savoring his revenge after the scare Evan just gave him, fingered him possessively, rubbing around inside his rim and keeping the tip of his finger wedged inside the clenched ring of muscle. He dipped his head to catch Evan’s mouth, sucking soft kisses to his lips and swallowing Evan’s small gasps.

“You’re tight like a virgin. You a virgin, Jailbait?”

“No.”

The finger pushed just a little bit deeper, then tugged out completely. Evan whimpered again, frowning heavily. The tip of the guy’s tongue trailed up through the divot in Evan’s lower lip.

“Mm, I like that, those sweet little sounds you’re making. And that was only my fingertip. I think you’re lying about that cherry being popped.”

Suddenly, the guy was going down on his knees. He rolled a condom onto Evan and opened his mouth, rubbing the underside of the head of Evan’s cock over the flat of his tongue before sealing his lips around it, just behind the ridge, and sucking it back into his mouth. It might have been the hottest thing Evan had ever seen, this Adonis who could have had anyone he wanted blowing him like
he
was the lucky one, like Tall, Dark and Handsome was grateful just to get the chance.

Evan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. The guy took him deep, giving him the most suction Evan had ever felt, coupled with wickedly talented tongue movements, curling, wrapping, wriggling, and licking. The finger fit back onto his hole. Evan bit his lip to stay quiet as it forced its way back up into his ass to the first knuckle before tugging oh-so-slowly back out. He was fucked like that, shallowly, out and in, with slow then fast pumps of the finger, twice as fast as the sucks to his cock.

“God, I’m... I’m gonna....” The rest was lost in a deep moan. He chanced a look down at what was happening to him.

Hazel eyes flicked up at him, knowing and devious. Evan’s cock was instantly deep-throated. The finger in his asshole thrust in harder than ever, burrowing all-at-once much too deep. Evan’s hips thrust desperately forward.

Evan choked out a startled, broken sound and came in a flood, spilling hot into the condom.

The stranger pulled off with a slurp. “Can I fuck you?”

Evan forced his brain to work, every nerve exploding and his knees weak. He was deeply unsettled by how far up his ass the finger still was. It felt really weird. He felt intensely vulnerable. He clenched up but all the good that did was get the finger moving, fucking him in slow, smooth thrusts as he kept coming down.

Putting some iron in his voice with effort, Evan said, “Whoa, um. Easy there, tiger. Maybe another time, okay?”

“That’s a damn shame,” he tsked. “But you’re cute as fuck when you’re cocky.”

Tall, Dark and Handsome stood and freed the damned finger. Evan couldn’t look him in the eye, so he took his cue from body language. The guy took a half-step back, put another condom on himself, then circled the base of his own dick with a hand. He laid a hand on Evan’s shoulder and pushed him down. Evan went to his knees and opened his mouth willingly. Bracing a hand on the guy’s hip, he moaned softly when the thick cock was thrust between his lips. Holding Evan’s head between both hands, the guy rode Evan’s mouth, pushing in as far as he wanted. Evan fought not to gag, failing only twice, but at least the guy gave him a second to recover before resuming his thrusts. Taking every push, saliva running down his chin, eyes and nose watering, he did his best, using every trick he knew. Mostly he was nervous, but he palmed himself when he realized how much he was getting off on the rough treatment and the feel of a cock sliding on his tongue. He didn’t even really notice the way the guy’s fingers carded gently through Evan’s short hair, or the deep, guttural moans Tall, Dark and Handsome was helplessly making, shattering some of his cool façade.

Evan glanced up, his eyes big and innocent. He suckled just the head of the thick, steely member as the guy feverishly pumped the shaft with a hand, hissing and straining, his cock flushed a dark red as he came.

Somehow, Evan stood, wiping his lips, tucking himself away. He zipped up and found his way to the sink. Splashing water over his bruised, swollen lips, swishing some around his mouth to wash away the taste of latex before spitting it back out, he watched the mirror.

“I’m Alek. You got a name? Maybe a phone number?”

It was asked with sincere hopefulness, and even a hint of self-consciousness like Alek was putting himself out there in a way he didn’t do often or ever. It made Evan pause. There was a note of possessiveness there too, though, in the way Alek was looking at Evan, which decided him.

Evan grabbed a paper towel and dried his face.

With an apologetic expression, he backed up a few steps to the door and unlocked it. “Sorry. This was fun though.”

He left quickly, wanting to get away before Alek could come after him. He jogged through the bar and out to his car. Gunning the engine of his Chevy, he tore out of the gravel lot, kicking up rocks behind him as he went.

It wasn’t until he was shifting into park in the driveway of his house that he realized his work shirt, the one with the logo for Mike’s Garage on it, was no longer tucked in his back pocket.

Chapter 3
Allure of the Illicit

Alek felt empty. But it was the best kind of empty, because he knew what was missing. He knew what his missing piece was, where it was, and how to get it. He felt somewhat blank, too, like someone shook up his life like it was an Etch-a-Sketch toy. Everything that mattered before he came into the bar’s bathroom, hoping the hot young guy would follow, was gone, cleared away to make room for something completely new, something he couldn’t make out the shape of just yet.

Clearing his throat, Alek excused himself politely, apologetically, as a barrel-chested biker with a pronounced scowl pushed impatiently past him into the previously locked bathroom. Alek headed back to the kitchen, his heart still beating too fast, wholly unaware of anything but the thing held wadded up in a ball in his left hand, and, maybe, the ghostly touch of sinfully luscious lips and nervously skittering fingers moving over his body.

Alek could still feel him, whatever his name was, and the heavy weight of the gorgeous cock that was so recently riding his tongue. And, more than that, he could still feel the wet soft heat of that pretty mouth willingly taking every fevered rut as Alek chased the best orgasm he’d had in almost a year.

As soon as he was through the kitchen’s swinging door, he sighed and leaned back against the nearest counter.

From his right, a soft female voice purred, “Well, well.”

Katie Cooper, Alek’s friend and co-worker, sidled up to him.

“You dirty old man.”

Alek complained, “I’m twenty-five!”

“But in
comparison
. I can’t believe you. You
actually
screwed him in the bathroom, didn’t you?” She folded her arms under her breasts and glared at him like she was his mother or something.

“No,” Alek frowned with lame defensiveness. “Not really. It was just, you know, oral. And some other stuff on the side.”

“He’s a person, sweetie, not a menu item.”

Alek made a frustrated grunt and flapped his arms in defeat. “Hell, Katie, he’s so fucking pretty. You saw him too, I mean, come on. How could I not go for that?”

“You could have asked him on a date instead of treating him like a fuck toy.”

“But he’s the best fuck toy
ever
.”

“Alek,” she called when he started to space out, his lips sore and slightly kiss-bitten, his hair tousled, not combed carefully back like it usually was. “Earth to Alek.”

“He has the softest lips,” he murmured. “And his
eyes
. God, I just want to lick his eyelashes.”

“Alek?”

“What?”

“What’s in your hand?” She gestured to the balled-up dark blue fabric held in his closed fist.

He hid it behind his back. “Nothing.”

She tilted her head and cocked out her hip. “Really?”

Alek straightened up and put on his ‘stern’ face. “I’m heading out. See you tomorrow.”

“You on kitchen duty or security detail?”

“Kitchen,” he said, standing half outside the back door. Mosquitoes zipped around his head in dizzy circles.

“Cool. See ya then. Don’t do anything stupid.”

He rolled his eyes and waved goodbye. The door slammed shut.

Evan tiredly shuffled into the house with just enough sense left to know to try to be quiet. He’d started to fall out of practice with slipping inside late at night without being detected, not that Charlie ever went out of his way to give Evan a hard time about breaking rules. To get to his room, he had to walk past Brennan’s room first. The door to Brennan’s bedroom was mostly shut. Instead of going right by, tiptoeing around the squeaky boards, Evan pushed it open a few inches. Inside, he saw Brennan sprawled on his stomach across the big four poster bed wearing only a dark pair of low-slung boxer briefs. Instinct told Evan to indulge in enjoying the fascinatingly taboo sight of a near-naked body—whether it was a relative or not—overriding any moral responsibility to give Brennan his privacy. Evan tried to force himself to stop staring at the set of dimples denting Brennan’s lower back.

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