Chapter 9

“Huh?” Bud’s face was the picture of innocence.

“Never mind.”

The two carried on working, they’d moved on to the shelving that David had bought, but never built. Standing on the ground, looking up at the gorgeously sculpted physique of his work-mate on the step ladder, muscles bulging in all the right places, David knew his previous resolve to remain distant was weakening. It broke completely when Bud asked him to hold the shelf level while he used the screwdriver to fix the bracket. This involved David leaning forward, his damp shirt pressing against Bud’s wide, firm, hot, sweaty back. David groaned low in his throat.

Bud, abandoning his carpentry, turned and wrapped his arms around David. “I promise I wasn’t trying to tease you. It’s just, well—”

“It’s all right.”

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The pair stayed locked in their embrace for a few more minutes, before the shelf fell off the wall. The two looked at it, then one another, before bursting out laughing.