Sex in the pantry, paint everywhere!

WHEN HE PLAYS

A Brief Knights story

Coming February

“I painted with love until she died. I never expected to meet him.”

Weston Tucker overhears a young man lament finding adequate living space or having to return to his father’s home. He notices perfectly manicured fingers pull out a credit card few can name on sight alone. Young and far too handsome, Wes thinks to knock the evidently spoiled brat, whose family name he recognizes, down a peg or two. With paint stained fingers, he proffers his card offering a room in return for having the inside of his home painted.

“He’s crotchety, mean, disdainful. He smells damn good, he’s soft, gentle, and oh so very nasty!”

Hunter Gold’s job as an escort for Brief Knights has to end or his father threatens to cut him off. At the same time, his roommate leaves Hunt in a fix for housing. A few more escort assignments are booked but he takes on a job painting for a recluse to have a place to live and a small salary until he can straighten things out and find a real job. Hunt never dreamed of becoming enamored of the enigmatic loner.

A young escort, a painter with a secret, and sex in the pantry. Paint everywhere!

A standalone MM/May-December Romance, with an HEA, and no cliffhanger.

EXCERPT:

He woke up in near darkness. Dusk had settled and Wes found himself ravenous.

Clock read seven-forty. Foregoing a bath, he showered quickly. Standing in front of his mirror, he ran hands over his still damp body. He’d lost weight over the last month because he failed to eat properly. The small light he turned on revealed pale skin as he brushed his hair. Yanking it back, he fashioned it into a loose plait.

He heard the back door shut. Judy leaving for the night. “Good.”

Opening a bottom drawer, he snatched out underwear and a top. Putting both on, he stroked his dick, loved how it came to life beneath soft material. Masturbation had become a major part of his lone existence. Teeth worried his bottom lip, fingers teased nipples as he continued fondling himself. “Not yet.” Later, when he could really relax in bed and enjoy it. “A bite to eat first.”

Donning a robe, he slipped out his door and padded, barefoot, down to the kitchen. His home hadn’t been this quiet for the last two days. He’d meant to pay attention to whether or not light shone beneath the door to Hunter’s room. Hopefully he remained off his foot. He opened the refrigerator and scrutinized its offering. Leftover lasagna and… Lo and behold, Judy prepared meatloaf. Since he was a kid, it remained a fave for sandwiches. “Mayo, mayo. Damn.” He left the fridge door gaped and went to check the pantry. Grabbing a jar, he turned to see Hunter gazing at him. Fuck, fuck!

Wes’ robe stood wide open and he wore white lace panties with a matching camisole.

Hunt approached and removed the jar from his hand. He dropped it to the floor and Wes heard it roll into the pantry. He pushed Wes against the kitchen counter. “Damn, who knew. You are fucking hot.”

Wanting this, not wanting it, shocked Hunt wasn’t shocked, but not so damn far gone he forgot who the fuck he was. Wes leaned into him and whispered, “This will happen.” He evaded Hunt’s grip, twisted him to face the counter. “But it won’t be like you think.”

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Snatching Hunt's sweats down, Wes ground against his butt. "Do you have a problem?"

“No, fuck no.”

“Good.” Wes had released his cock, it rubbed along Hunt’s crease and he loved it. Elastic from his panties abraded tops of Hunt’s thighs. “Because I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes, please, please, yes!”

“Listen at you beg.” He stroked his length back and forth between the apex of Hunt's legs until he felt a dribble of precum slide down the inside of his thighs. “You want it?”

“Wes…” Wes what? Was not going to be ‘Wes, stop’. Hunter had hoped for a day he’d find a man like the one getting ready to take him like a pussy. A thin, feminine man, one with soft hands, one who looked beautiful but could ride his ass and fill it with semen until he shot loads of his own cum. “I…oh Jesus!”

“Do. You. Want. It?” Heard Wes spit in his hand and work it along his cock. “I don’t hear you.”

“Yes, God, do it.”

“You bareback anybody else?”

“No, no.”

“You never will. This is going to be mine.”

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele