Chapter 5

On his way back from the parking lot, Jake

rattled the now-empty hand truck as he came up the checkout aisle

behind Ned’s counter. At the register he stopped and leaned against

Ned, his chest fitting easily alongside Ned’s back. One sneaky hand

curved between Ned’s buttocks, goosing him. In a low, sexy voice,

he murmured, “Page me when you go on break.”

Ned can still feel the heat from Jake’s mouth

on his ear. It burns like the kisses he remembers, the touches that

have seared themselves into his skin. That first night in the break

room, Jake stretched out across the folding chairs to lay his head

in Ned’s lap. A playful poke at Ned’s crotch, a sexy leer at the

hardness he found there, a quick kiss when their time was up. Next

thing Ned knew, Jake was driving him home after work, one hand on

the steering wheel, the other easing along Ned’s thigh. Before the

week was out, they were inseparable.

Jake was Ned’s age but went to a different