A set designer with the hots for the boss's twink, Ian falls over himself to keep his job and wits intact, and his lust in check. One lost toy, an innocent can of green paint, and the not-so-innocent rugby player-come-twink might just prove too much for his fragile balance.
Ian has had his eye on David for a long time, but it's never a good idea to make moves on a neurotic boss's plaything. David, undecided if he's a rugby player or a twink, sees Ian as a way out of a game he's tired of playing.
When Richard Cornwall senses he's on the losing end, tempers flare and it's anyone's guess who will come out on top.
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The man who'd spoken smiled at me, and I just managed to stifle a moan. I did lean back so my arse rested on the edge of the wobbly counter, one I had been trying to make look like something from an Irish pub from the fifties. The position let me disguise the growing bulge in my pants.
"Just a bored hanger on. Want some help?"
He nodded and climbed up onto the sound stage. His short shorts drifted up his muscled thigh, the fringes of the cut-off denim mingling with his own dark hair. I swallowed. Hard. "Everything's a union job. Everything is also behind schedule, and Ricky's freakin' out a bit."
"Ricky." The reminder that the guy was fucking my boss, or, more likely, knowing Richard Cornwall, being fucked by him, settled my erection in a hurry. "Did he send you to check up on me?"
"No. He sent me to find something. And get out of his way."
A slight frown marred his expression and curled full lips down into a pout I felt the sudden urge to suck away. His body heat clung to me—and the scent of sex mingled with sawdust and set paint. It shouldn't have been a turn-on. I was so far gone. If I held my breath any longer, I thought I might pass out.
"'Scuse me." I backed off, jumped from the stage, and hurried toward Richard's office. Maybe if I knew what David was supposed to be looking for, I could help him find it. Some twisted logic told me that would get him far away from me and my weak ability to resist temptation. And at the same time, I hoped it would keep him close by while we searched. Normally, I didn't let my cock do my thinking for me. Normally, I wasn't confronted with eager, completely fuckable men with bodies like David's just looking for an excuse to piss off their current, cranky lovers. I wasn't under any delusion he wanted me specifically. I was just open, gay, and single. Convenient.
Jaime has been writing a her stories between men long enough to know better, but not nearly long enough to have told all the tales she has to tell. She splits her time between a day job that pays the bills and her writing that feeds her soul. She's also a mom, with a saint of a husband who keeps the kids fed and clothed and home schooled, and herself on a schedule that keeps her sane. She also reviews stories between men for the Dark Diva Reviews, and Yaoi novels for Kuriousity. The three cats in residence seem to approve of this arrangement enough to warm her toes at night and keep up a supply of mice from the backyard they think the family needs for survival. Who are we to argue?
You can find plenty of free reading as well as links to more published works on her website: www.jaime-samms.net . You can read a bit about her writing process when she remembers to blog at the Fictional World of Jaime Samms, and a bit about what she does in all that non-existent spare time on her live journal: http://dontkickmycane.livejournal.com/