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