Unnecessary Roughness (8 page)

“Connor...” Kyle shot him another glare.

Connor said, “Never mind.”

“What?” Hannah poked him with her elbow.

“Just to make sure we don’t have any toilet paper stuck to our shoes.” Connor gave Kyle a wink.

“Oh,” they both responded flatly and went back to reading the menu and checking their phones.

When he lost the contact of the women’s eyes, Kyle mouthed across the table to him, “You’re going to get it.” 

Connor mouthed back, “Promise?”

At Connor’s seductive expression, Kyle shut his mouth.
Oh, Jesus...

When the pie came they dug in hungrily. For some unknown reason, Connor decided to feed everyone, holding slices in front of them for a bite. Kyle noticed he didn’t eat much himself and started to wonder if he had some kind of eating disorder.

Once they were full and the pizza was down to crumbs, the men split the bill, counting out the cash for the server.

They strolled back to the sports bar, where they had picked up the girls, and where Kyle’s car was parked.

“Do you guys need a ride?” Connor asked Hannah.

“We’re staying in a sorority.” Vicky leaned against Kyle, holding his arm tightly.

Connor shrugged. “We can drop you off there.”

“Sure. Thanks.” Hannah smiled.

Crap.
Kyle dug for his key wishing this “date” would end.

When Kyle was behind the wheel and Vicky was beside him in the passenger’s seat, Kyle turned to watch as Hannah nearly sat in Connor’s lap.

After Connor closed the door, he said, “We’re in, Kyle.”

Nodding, Kyle started the car and kept his eye on the rear view mirror and the action behind him. Connor’s arm was resting on top of the seat behind Hannah’s head. Trying not to be too distracted by it, Kyle let Vicky direct him to where their sorority house was located.

Hannah snuggled against Connor and rested her head on his shoulder. As Kyle observed secretly, she kissed Connor’s cheek and said, “I had a really good time. Can we do this again soon, Connor?”

“Sure.” Connor caught Kyle’s eyes in the mirror.

Kyle ground his jaw at the prospect of Connor having a girlfriend.

Vicky rested her hand on his thigh. “You want to see me again, Kyle?”

He glanced down at her hand first, then caught Connor’s light eyes watching him in the mirror. “Sure,” he replied, though he didn’t want to. Kyle heard a deep sigh released from Connor and strained to see if Hannah was getting anywhere with him or the noise was in response to his answer to Vicky’s question. While he was driving, there was no way to tell.

As directed, Kyle stopped the car in front of a large, beige stucco building on top of a crest in the hillside. Connor opened the back door for Hannah and they climbed out together.

Unable to prevent himself, Kyle stared as Connor leaned against the rear fender of the car and Hannah kissed him.

In the awkward silence, Vicky cleared her throat. “I had a really nice time, Kyle.”

He hopped out of the driver’s side and met Vicky so they were next to the Connor and Hannah.

Not really hearing her words, Kyle was focused on the way Hannah kissed Connor. The way her hand ran through his long hair.
God, why couldn’t I kiss him like that? Stop. Get your paws off my man!

Kyle woke up when Vicky pressed him against the car. “Do you want to exchange cell phone numbers or what?”

“Huh? Oh, sure.” He told Vicky his number and she typed it into her contact list.

“You want mine?”

“Just call me and I’ll add you.”

Vicky giggled and dialed his number.

It was shut off inside his pocket. Kyle’s stare rested on Connor. Hannah’s right hand was moving towards Connor’s crotch.

“Should I leave a message?” Vicky smiled.

“Uh. Sure.” Kyle had an urge to separate Hannah from Connor but had to grit his teeth and bear it.

“Call me any time. So, when do you think I’ll see you again?”

As Hannah increased the intensity of her fondling, she kissed Connor more passionately. In the dimness of the street light on that January night, Kyle could see Connor’s jaw muscles and mouth working.

Kyle stifled a groan and grew rock hard.

“Kyle?”

“What? Oh, soon, real soon.” He tried to focus on Vicky, but couldn’t. Both his passion and jealousy were rising as Hannah cupped both of her hands to hold Connor’s fabulous package.

“Well, goodnight.” Vicky leaned closer to kiss Kyle.

Kyle went to peck her lips quickly and felt her tongue. Completely revolted, he tried to tolerate it, couldn’t, and backed off. “Goodnight.”

Obviously rejected, she scuffed her shoes noisily on the pavement. “Come on, Hannah. I’m tired.”

Connor stepped back from Hannah instantly.

“Walk me to the door,” Hannah said, holding Connor’s hand. 

Straining to hear, Kyle could only catch selected words from them as Connor and Hannah whispered. Maybe they were saying goodnight and making tentative plans.

Connor waved as the two women entered the sorority. Then, as if straightening himself out, Connor tucked in his shirt and smoothed his hand through his hair as he jogged back down the plateau steps.

He whacked Kyle playfully on the arm before he climbed into the car, flipping the visor down to wipe the lipstick off his face. Kyle dropped heavily behind the wheel, feeling betrayed.

When Connor was through with his task, he grinned at Kyle. “I thought it was a decent night. You like Vicky?”

Kyle fastened his seatbelt and checked the side mirror before he entered the traffic way. “She was okay.”

“Not too crazy about her then? I thought she was pretty.” He shrugged and sat back, latching his own seatbelt.

“She was. Very pretty.”

“What didn’t you like about her? Was she too shy?”

“No. I didn’t say I didn’t like her.”

“Did you like Hannah? What do you think about her?”

“What do you think about her?”

Connor stared out of the window. “She was okay. Just average, I guess. I haven’t met one woman yet that really does anything for me, you know what I mean? I guess I’m just really picky.”

Kyle stopped for a red light and stared at Connor’s profile. “What kind of woman are you looking for?”

“Well, she has to be drop dead gorgeous.”

“Hannah has pretty blue eyes.”

“A fabulous body.” Connor touched his chin. “A sexual appetite like a guy.”

Trying to absorb the checklist, Kyle bit his lip and moved on when the light turned green.

“Very smart, very classy. What am I missing?” Connor turned in the seat to face him.

“Money?”

“Oh, well, I don’t want her in piles of debt but she doesn’t have to be rich.”

Strangely enough Kyle hoped he fit most the requirements perfectly. All but one.

“I’ll never find her.”

“You’re only twenty. You will. Give it some time.”

Connor sighed. “How about you? What are you looking for?”

Wondering how to answer that, he glanced over at Connor quickly, then parked in their assigned space at the apartment.

“Kyle?”

Kyle shut off the engine and climbed out. He straightened his back tiredly as Connor met him by the door. When they walked inside the lobby Connor said, “Answer my question!”

Still thinking of a reply, Kyle gestured for him to go first so he could watch his ass as he walked up the stairs. “What do I want in a partner?”

“Yes. Why won’t you tell me?”

“Okay, let’s see. Someone athletic, strong, honest.” Connor opened their apartment door for them. The items from shopping were still on the floor where they had left them. “Tall, fit, perfection in mind and body.”

“Ha! Good luck. We’ll both end up single.” Connor stared at the mess.

“Tomorrow.” Kyle tugged his arm.

Nodding in agreement, Connor backed away from it. “Athletic and strong? That’s something you want in a woman?”

Kyle wanted to tell him, he didn’t say it had to be a woman. He couldn’t. Not after seeing a woman fondling Connor’s crotch. “I want someone to stay in shape with me. Someone to play sports with.”

“That sounds like a tomboy.” Connor kicked off his shoes and went to wash up.

Kyle followed him. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Or a man!” Connor stuck his toothbrush in his mouth.

Knowing he couldn’t win this debate, Kyle lowered his head and walked to his bed to take off his shoes and socks. It was living hell. He was very sure of it. Here was the perfect man of his dreams, and totally unattainable.
I have to be kidding myself. I cannot have Connor. I have to find someone who wants men.

The only problem was, the men who wanted men, in general, did not appeal to him. Connor was perfect. He was big, athletic, and absolutely gorgeous while still being masculine. Where the hell was he going to find that combination?

Connor poked his head into his room. “You showering?”

“No, go ahead. I’ll go in after.”

In the dimness of the room, Connor stepped closer. “You all right?”

“Just tired.” Kyle pulled his polo shirt over his head.

“Tomorrow’s another day off. Just homework and practice.”

“Some day off.” Kyle laughed sadly.

Connor sat down with him on the bed. “You sure you’re okay? Did Vicky say something to upset you? She told me she wants to see you again. She really likes you.”

Kyle covered with chills as Connor’s hand rested on his bare shoulder. He stared into those blue eyes with an aching heart. “No, she didn’t say anything to me to upset me. Go shower.”

“Kyle.” Connor touched his cheek, rubbing his knuckle against his coarse shadow.

Kyle closed his eyes and wanted to tell Connor not to touch him. It was tearing at him painfully. He would die if he couldn’t have this man. He had to wait. Maybe Connor had some tendencies and would come around. He had to be patient.

“You sure you feel okay? Was it the pizza?” Connor moved even closer, leaning his length against Kyle.

As their bodies connected, Kyle let out a sad laugh and opened his eyes to that innocence. “I’m just tired. Really.”

Staring at his face, it appeared as if Connor was desperately trying to read him. “You’re sure? You can tell me anything, Kyle. I’m here for you.” He hugged Kyle squeezing him tight.

Kyle was about to explode. Connor’s heat, scent, hard body, all pushing against him in a loving way, Kyle had to prevent himself from shoving him down on the bed and connecting to those lips he’d yearned to kiss all night. Forcing himself to behave, he held it in and kept his features calm. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Connor drew nearer still and kissed his cheek softly, lingering. A little noise escaped Connor’s throat, like a sigh, or purr. Then he stood and walked off to the bathroom.

Kyle was absolutely stunned and touched the spot with his fingertips. He whispered under his breath, “Connor, I cannot figure you out.”

A pile of clothing dropped at Connor’s feet. The water started shortly after that. Kyle groaned in agony, quickly stripping down to his briefs and laying back on his bed to wait. Ten minutes later the shower stopped and those muscular, slender legs appeared through the beads. In agony he stared at them while he squeezed himself tight, imagining that kiss. Kyle came hard and closed his eyes. Was this what it was going to be like? Living this close to this man?

Connor emerged wrapped in his towel. “It’s all yours.”

“Thanks.” Kyle climbed off the bed, cupping a handful of spunk, and pushed aside the beaded door. It was odd, the way Connor was staring at him. Kyle stopped and stared back curiously. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just checking to see if you look any better than before.”

“Do I?”

“A little. You feel better?”

“I will after a good night’s sleep.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.” Connor caressed Kyle’s jaw.

Kyle scanned his chest and towel quickly. “I’m sure.”

“Goodnight, Kyle.” Connor smiled at him.

“Goodnight, Connor.”

Connor dropped the towel and crawled onto his bed. What more could he do? He had even kissed Kyle and nothing happened. Maybe he was wrong and Kyle didn’t want him that way. Kyle didn’t even try to connect with Vicky. And she was very sweet.

He thought Kyle was flirting a little with him tonight. How embarrassing. Connor shivered at the crossed wires.

He picked up the textbook that lay next to the bed and read it, trying not to be distracted by the sound of his roommate getting ready for bed.

Having enough of the frustrating night, the constant pretending to be straight while craving cock and ass, Connor gave up on the reading and shut the light. He curled into the pillows and closed his eyes, trying not to feel rejected.

Chapter Four

The smell of coffee wafted through the air. Inhaling deeply, Kyle sat upright as he sipped a cup, an open book at his elbows.

The pile of items on the floor was gone.

Hearing noise, Kyle raised his head as Connor walked into the living room naked.

“Hey. You didn’t have to do all this yourself.”

About to answer, Kyle gawked at Connor’s perfect body and choked on his coffee.

“I would have helped you. What time did you get up?”

Forcing himself to make eye contact, Kyle tried to answer him intelligently. “Early. It’s okay. I didn’t mind.”

“You nut.” Connor shook his head and went into the bathroom.

Stretching to see the last glimpse of Connor’s ass as he turned the corner, Kyle set his cup down and rubbed his face tiredly. He hadn’t slept well last night and had gotten the place together just to kill time.

Pouring more coffee from the pot, trying to stop himself from becoming obsessed with Connor, he found a pad and made a list of more things they still needed; milk was his first entry, then he lost his concentration.

Connor returned shortly, his hair brushed, his face shaven, and his body concealed in jeans and a t-shirt. “Thanks.” Connor took the mug that Kyle handed to him and poured a cup of coffee for himself. “We didn’t buy any groceries like we said we were going to. We just got this coffee at Kmart.”

“I know. There’s no milk.”