Damn, the tool next door to Lance Baye is superiorly hot. Although the stud’s name is Mike Danning, Lance insists on calling him Tool. Probably because he looks hot, big, and dumb. Lance knows Mike is from Phoenix, and is temporarily in Pittsburgh to care for his Uncle Craig. Playing around, Lance decides to borrow tools from his neighbor. A wrench today. A screwdriver tomorrow. A handsaw the day after tomorrow. Soon, Lance has a pile of Tool’s tools. And he also has a strong desire for Tool. But just when Lance decides to put the sexual moves on Tool, another neighbor is also interested. Honey Hertzer. Lance backs off -- it seems pathetic and a waste of time to chase a straight tool. Things can change on a dime, though. Lance has a stack of tools that belong to Tool. And Tool needs them back. Will the two men share a hungry and sexual connection, crossing neighborly lines when Tool comes searching for his tools? Does a promising future exist between the pair?

Tool

He winks at me. I’m honestly not sure what the wink means, but I’m not a fool and know it’s personal and maybe he wants to kiss me or touch my thigh again.


“Sure…Yeah. I’ll bring a lighter,” I tell him. I giggle like a high school kid who has one thing on his mind: getting easy with the star quarterback. Wrestling tongues with him. Just as he probably wants to wrestle tongues with me. Or something more.


We’re such bad influences on each other.


I stand dumbfounded in my living room and think: Why does he make me act like I’m eighteen instead of thirty-four? What kind of game are we playing? Why are we behaving immaturely? Tactics like these are for kids. We’re adults. We honestly don’t have time for this bullshit. We’re men. Men


“See you in a few,” he says, and off he goes.


Chapter 11