Shawn Lane - Car Wash 1 - Car Wash (3 page)

Kevin’s heart sank. He did
not
need this. He plastered on a fake smile and turned to face Mr. Lewis, who’d pulled along next to Kevin in his sedan.

“Hi, Mr. Lewis. I was waiting for a ride, but it didn’t come so I’m heading to the bus stop.”
“That’s too bad,” Mr. Lewis said, smiling back. “I’ll give you a ride.”
There was something distinctly sinister about the odd little emphasis the old man put on
ride
. Kevin shivered.
“No, that’s—”
“Hey, Kevin,” Michael called from his Maserati which had just pulled up to the curb. “Sorry I’m late.” He gazed past Kevin at Mr. Lewis, his expression cool.
Mr. Lewis made a growling noise. “Listen, Flaherty, I don’t allow hustling on my property.”
Ah, geez
. “I’m not hustling, Mr. Lewis.”
“We’re old friends.” Michael leaned over and opened the passenger door. “Get in.”
Kevin bit his lip and cast one last glance in his boss’s direction. “Uh, good night, Mr. Lewis.”
The minute the door clicked close, Michael drove away. Kevin blew out a relieved breath.
“What’s up with you and that guy?” Michael asked immediately.
“Nothing. He’s just my boss.” Kevin looked Michael over, admiring the obviously tailored suit stretched across his broad shoulders. His dark hair was neatly trimmed, but there was just the hint of five o’clock shadow on his jaw. Kevin resisted the urge to stroke his fingertips across the tightened muscle there.
“I’m sorry I was so late. Traffic was worse than I expected.”
“You’re lucky. I was about to leave.”
Michael shot him a quick glance. “With Lewis?”
“Oh, hell, no,” Kevin burst out before he thought better of it. He cleared his throat. “No, I mean, I was going to go down to the bus stop.”
“I remember when you were a kid you were into motorcycles.” Michael’s knuckles gripped the wheel hard. “I’m sort of glad to hear you don’t have one.”
“Why?”
“They’re absurdly dangerous.”
Kevin rolled his eyes. “Well, actually, I did have one. I had to sell it.”
“Oh.”
He crossed his arms and looked out the window. “As much of a loser as I’m sure you think I am, working at the car wash was not my first choice. I got laid off.”
“I know.”
“How?” Kevin frowned. “You must have talked to Gabby.”
“Yes.” The Garmin on Michael’s dash told him to turn right.
“Where are we going?”
“A little Italian place not too far from where I live. You do still like Italian, right?”
“Sure. Where do you live?”
“Laurel Canyon. I don’t, by the way.”
“Don’t what?”
Michael sighed. “Think you’re a loser.”
Kevin snorted. “Yeah right. You’re some hotshot lawyer with a Maserati for God’s sake.”
“It was a birthday present from my father after I’d taken care of a big case,” Michael said, his cheeks flushing.
“Uh-huh. And your father is a hotshot lawyer who can afford to give Maseratis as gifts. Your brother is going to medical school to be a doctor and he’s going to marry one. I’m sure your parents still belong to that country club. Hell, you probably do, too. I didn’t go to college and I’m working at a car wash. You think I’m a loser.”
“I do not. I do think you could have applied yourself better and gone to college.”
“Whatever.” Kevin got depressed just thinking about how he’d wasted some opportunities in life. “It’s not like I could afford some fancy university.”
“You could have gone to community college.”
Kevin could hardly argue with that, so he said nothing. He was grateful Michael didn’t say anything else either until they pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant called Antonio’s. A guy in a valet uniform hurried out to them.
When they had been seated in a little corner booth, rather than picking up his menu, Michael looked point blank at him.
“Tell me the truth, Kevin. What’s up with your boss?”
Kevin didn’t meet his gaze and instead picked up his menu and pretended to be studying it. “I told you nothing.”
“Bullshit.” Michael pulled the menu abruptly out of his hands. “When I drove up you looked like you were about to pass out. Besides, I
saw
the way he looked at you.”
He squirmed. “Which was?”
“Probably the same way the witch looked at Hansel and Gretel.”
The waitress took that moment to stop at their table for drinks. Michael ordered a carafe of Riesling with some unpronounceable name without even looking at the menu.
Michael went back to staring at him intently.
“Okay, okay, something weird happened,” Kevin admitted. “Weird how?”
He sighed. “Mr. Lewis said he would give me an extra twenty dollars every time I sucked his dick.”
The other man’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “How many times have you done it?”
“None,” Kevin said, outraged. He felt his cheeks burn. “Geez, I’m not like that, Michael.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
“He told me right after that he was only joking, but it didn’t seem like he was and he’s been kind of freaky ever since.”
“Fucking son of a bitch,” Michael snarled.
“Hey, it’s cool, man. I’ve been avoiding him mostly. And he did give me the job when no one else would.”
“It’s not right, Kevin.”
“I know. But I need this job. I just got an eviction notice,” he admitted and then wanted to kick himself. Why in the world did he tell Michael that?
The waitress returned with the wine and had Michael taste it. He nodded his approval and she poured two glasses.
Then Michael smiled. “We’re not ready to order. Can you give us a few minutes?” As soon as she walked away, he asked, “How many months are you behind?”
“Three.”
“How much is your rent?”
Kevin frowned, not liking the direction of this conversation at all. “What difference does it make? I can’t pay it.”
“
How much
?”
“It’s a one bedroom so I was paying $1200.”
Michael shook his head, but picked up his menu.
Kevin did the same, relieved the conversation appeared to be over. When the waitress came back to take their order, he requested spaghetti and Michael asked for some chicken with wine dish. When she walked away, Kevin decided to change the subject. For some reason he felt uncomfortable being the focus of the conversation. Strange since he usually went out of his way to ensure that with most dates.
“So, I’m sort of surprised you asked me out.”
“Really? Why?”
“A couple of reasons, I guess. One, a rich good-looking guy like you must have boyfriends beating down his door.”
Michael rolled his eyes behind his wineglass. “And the other?”
Kevin shifted in the booth. He looked away for a moment, checking out the other patrons in the dimly lit restaurant.
“Hey,” Michael said, closing his hand over Kevin’s, drawing his attention back to their table.
“Well, back before, you made your disinterest in me pretty plain.”
The other man sighed. “Not that again.”
“Okay, setting aside the fifteen-year-old thing.”
“I can’t set that aside, Kevin,” Michael said, grimly.
“The point is you didn’t seem attracted to me in any way, my age notwithstanding. I get that I’m older now and probably look better than I did then, but I can’t look that different. So what’s changed?”
“First, I don’t have a current boyfriend, so if you’re trying to make some sort of implication that I’m cheating on a significant other, you’re wrong. I had a boyfriend a year and a half ago, but we broke up.”
“Why?” Kevin asked before he could stop himself.
Michael’s lips thinned and he looked like he wasn’t going to answer. After a moment though, he said, “There were some issues, including fidelity.”
The waitress arrived and set their dinners before them. Kevin twirled spaghetti on his fork. “Yeah? He cheated on you? That sucks. I’ve had that happen before.”
“You have?”
Kevin nodded. “Sure.”
“Well, actually, I cheated on him.”
Something cold formed in Kevin’s stomach. He reached for his wine and took a sip. “Wow.”
“Kevin—”
“Hey, it’s none of my business, hon,” Kevin interrupted quickly. “You’re free to conduct your relationships however you want.”
“It’s complicated.”
“I’m sure it is.” Kevin grabbed up his garlic bread and quickly shoved a huge bite into his mouth. He would never have thought Michael would admit to cheating. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Well, he was sure if they were going to have any sort of thing, but he wasn’t sure they were. “What about your family, Kevin? Can’t they help you?”
Kevin snorted, once again glad for the change of subject. “You must be kidding. My parents got divorced several years ago. My dad lives in Las Vegas with a cocktail waitress. He’s on disability and spends whatever he gets on slot machines.”
Michael winced. “And your mother?”
“She lives in Illinois now and prays for me.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” Kevin took a bite of his spaghetti. “Not everyone lives happily ever after, Bennett. Anyway, you know that was what I always liked about Danny. You guys always had more money than my family but we immediately became friends when we met in grade school. He was like the brother I never had.” He stopped, lowering his gaze. Damn, he sounded pathetic.
“I’m sorry, Kevin. I never meant for what happened between me and you to interfere with your friendship with Danny.”
“S’okay. We probably would have drifted apart eventually anyway. We didn’t really have anything in common and now you tell me he’s at Stanford.”
Michael looked like he wanted to say something else, but refrained. He cut into his chicken and took several bites before taking a large sip of his wine. “What about boyfriends? A guy like you must have had a few.”
He raised an eyebrow. “A guy like me?”
“You’re every gay man’s wet dream, Kevin. You must know how attractive you are.”
Kevin flushed with warmth. Sure, he knew he was goodlooking, but it was still nice to hear coming from someone like Michael. He bit his lip. “Then why did you turn me down all those years ago?”
Michael sighed and reached for Kevin’s hand. “It’s just what I told you, Kevin. You were fifteen.
A child
. I was twenty-one. You were too young.”
The waitress came by and set the check down. “Boxes?”
“Please,” Michael said, not letting loose of Kevin’s hand. “Come home with me, Kevin.”
Kevin hesitated. It had been a while since he’d been with a guy, let alone someone as hot as Michael.
And Michael
. The man he’d wanted practically all his life. “Well, I do have tomorrow off.”
Michael smiled. “Then stay with me. I can take you home tomorrow.”
Thinking of his lonely apartment with dead ants, Kevin said, “Okay.”

Michael watched Kevin spin around the front hallway of his two-story house. The younger man had a natural energy Michael had always admired and envied. And there was a sexy elegance to the way he moved, too.

It hadn’t been a lie when Michael had said he had rejected Kevin because of his young age. Kevin’s energy and enthusiasm alone drew Michael to him. Now, all these years later, Kevin had finally fulfilled what the cuteness of his youth had always promised, and he was absolutely gorgeous.

“This is a great place,” Kevin said after a while. He stopped in front of the stairs. “Must’ve cost a pretty penny.”
“Mmm.” The only pretty thing on his mind was Kevin. There was nothing stopping him. Kevin was definitely old enough now. He held up the doggy bags from the restaurant. “Want to see the kitchen? I’ve got to put these away anyway.”
“Sure.” Kevin practically bounced toward the archway leading to the kitchen.
Michael’s mouth watered as he kept watch on the man’s tight ass. He figured he’d better get it together or he’d be taking him in the kitchen.
Kevin was smiling when Michael caught up to him. It was an almost innocent smile and it tugged at something inside Michael he didn’t want to analyze.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked, walking to his refrigerator to stash the leftovers.
“I always wanted a big kitchen with one of these islands,” Kevin said. “Sometimes I go to model homes and check out the amenities and usually go straight for the kitchens.”
Michael laughed. “Do you cook?”
“Well, I did when I had my old job. Not so much since I got laid off.”
Kevin ran his hand along the black marble island almost lovingly. To Michael’s surprise Kevin jumped up to sit on the edge. Michael swallowed heavily, his gaze taking in the height of the island. About waist high.
Michael stood between Kevin’s slightly spread legs and closed his hands on his hips. “Kiss me, Kevin.”
Kevin didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Michael’s. Kevin’s lips were warm and soft and still tasted faintly of the wine they’d shared. Michael slipped his tongue inside to collide with Kevin’s, and pulled the younger man closer.
“Tell me,” Michael said, breaking their kiss, but staying less than an inch from the young man’s amazing lips. “When you thought about wanting one of these islands, did you ever think of being fucked on one?”
Kevin’s breath hitched, his long dark lashes dropping over his intense blue eyes. “No,” he whispered. “But I think I could be persuaded.” His hand closed over the bulge in Michael’s trousers.
Michael sucked in a breath and pressed against the other man’s hand. A moan escaped his lips. “Wait here, I’ll get the lube and a condom.” He placed a quick kiss on Kevin’s lips and hurried out of the kitchen.
He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought to leave condoms and lube downstairs. He’d have to remedy that and store some in the downstairs bathroom. He took the stairs leading to his bedroom and bathroom two at a time. Michael found the lube and strip of condoms under the bathroom sink and took them back to the kitchen.
His heart racing, his pulse beating rapidly, he stopped to admire Kevin lying stomach down on the island, his worn blue jeans stretched tight across his perfect round ass.
Kevin looked back over his shoulder, a small grin playing across his sensual lips. “Going to just stand there all night or what?”
Michael stepped over to the island. “Okay, wise guy, hold these.” He handed the bottle of lube and a foil packet to Kevin. “Lift up.”
The younger man rose up enough to allow Michael to reach under him and unfasten his jeans. He wasted no time in yanking them down to Kevin’s knees. His mouth watered when he saw Kevin wore no underwear.
“Shit, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Michael whispered. His hands roamed over the round globes of Kevin’s ass. He undid his pants and pushed them and his blue silk boxers down to his own knees. His hard cock bobbed free. “Hand me the condom.”
Kevin’s body quivered. He tossed the foil packet back at Michael, who caught it and tore it open. He rolled it onto his erection, pausing a moment to get himself back under control. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming too soon. He kneaded Kevin’s ass with his fingers while exhaling deeply.
“God, that feels good,” Kevin murmured.
Michael pulled Kevin down until only his upper torso rested on the island. His round ass hung over the side invitingly. He ran his cock along the crack of the younger man’s ass. “Toss me the lube and hold on tight.”
Sloshing out a generous amount of the slick stuff over his fingers, he lubed his stiff cock. “Ready?”
“Yes, stop talking about it and just do it.”
Michael chuckled and pushed a finger in Kevin’s entrance. He hesitated only a moment before thrusting past the tight ring of muscle.
“More.”
He inserted a second, stretching and probing for Kevin’s prostate.
“Oh, my God, yes,” Kevin moaned. “More, please, more.”
“Ah, shit.” Michael gritted his teeth, a wave of pure lust causing his balls to tighten. The soft begging was nearly his undoing. He withdrew his fingers and poised the head of his erection at Kevin’s opening. He pushed in, then hesitated for a few heartbeats, allowing Kevin to get used to the intrusion.
Kevin pushed back, insistent. Michael slid in farther. Gripping Kevin’s hips tightly, he pulled the other man flush against him, impaling him fully.
He closed his eyes, letting the sensations of being inside Kevin wash over him. Never in a million years had he imagined this. He’d thought to never see Kevin again when he’d disappeared out of his family’s life all those years ago.
“Move,” Kevin urged.
And he did. Michael withdrew almost all the way, thrusting back in, again and again. Kevin was unbelievably hot and snug. His whimpers and moans were so responsive. Michael had been thinking about them like this since seeing him at the car wash the day before, so he didn’t know how long he could last this first time. Already a tingle at the base of his spine and an aching burn in his balls alerted him to his impending orgasm. Later, when he moved Kevin to his bed, he’d take his time, fucking him all night if the younger man was up for it.
“God, Kevin, you’re so damn sexy, I’m ready to come.”
Kevin gasped, pushing back against Michael’s thrust, drawing Michael’s cock farther in if possible. He removed one hand from the death grip he had on the edge of the island and began stroking his own cock.
“I wish I could see your face when you come,” Michael said.
“Later,” Kevin promised, even as cum shot out from his cock and on to the edge of the island and the floor.
It was all Michael needed to send him over the edge. He sped up, pumping into Kevin faster and harder, his release shuddering through him.
They both panted heavily, and Kevin dropped to his knees as soon as Michael withdrew. Michael leaned a hand on the island and peeled off the used condom.
“Damn, that was good.”
Kevin grinned, peering up at him from beneath sweaty dark and red streaked hair. “Of course it was. What did you expect?”
He laughed. “You’re a brat. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
“I think maybe you did.”
Michael grinned. “Yeah, maybe I did. Come on.” He reached a hand down to haul Kevin to his feet. “I want to continue the tour.”