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“Damn, dude. You only been there one day.” Leslie laughed. “You get that shit from Dad, Llew. He was never one to twiddle his thumbs. He got stuff done, and fast.”
Llew smiled at that. He prayed he really could be like his old man. Releasing his own breath, he had a sick feeling his parents were turning over in their graves at the clusterfuck he’d made of his life.
“So what about the full-time gig?”
“That’s at Smith’s Construction. I put in an application this morning. I was honest about the criminal background stuff, but I’m hoping it’ll be overlooked. I mean it’s construction, not bank management. I ran into the owner last night, and he seemed kinda… ” Llew stroked his goatee thinking about the way Shane Jr. looked at him on the dark street corner and no doubt the way Llew looked back at him. “He was maybe, um… ”
“Uh oh. What’s all the humming and hawing? Was he hitting on you or something?” Leslie chucked a bit, but stopped suddenly when Llew didn’t respond. “Holy shit! Was he hitting on you, Llew, and offered you a job? Oh my god. Are you exchanging sexual favors for work now?”
Leslie’s laughter was contagious, and Llew found himself actually laughing, too. It sounded odd to his own ears but it felt real good in his spirit. He used to laugh with his brother all the time, and he hadn’t realized how much he missed that. “Fuck you, man. Hell no, I’m not screwing for a job. I think the offer was genuine. He just looked at me a certain way.”
“Well, he’s either really brave and can fight like John Cena, or he’s suicidal. If he was giving a guy your size googly eyes, that can be dangerous. He couldn’t possibly know you’re gay just by meeting you.” Leslie paused. “Unless… you were giving him some rhythm too, Llewellyn.” His brother sing-songed Llew’s name at the end.
“Okay, this conversation is over,” Llew grumbled. “I gotta go shower anyway. I’m working tonight; well just to train, and I want to go to the town meeting before I go in.”
“Town meeting. Oh god. Not those things. Why are you going to that? It’s just a forum for the older folk to gripe and bitch about any and everything.”
Llew pulled down one of his two towels hanging in the closet and draped it over his shoulder. “I might can find out some information, get a feel for the people, ya know. Can’t hurt.”
“Cool. Call me tomorrow. Oh, and I’ll come by this weekend with the truck and bring you your bed and some extra furniture I got around the house.”
“Yeah. That sounds good.”
“A’ight bro.”
Llew got in the shower without bothering to turn on the light in the bathroom, opting instead to leave the door open. He’d do everything he could to help conserve in Ms. Pat’s home. Maybe she’d overlook any negative comments about him if he made himself a good tenant. He tilted his head forward and let the hot water beat on the tension-filled spots in his neck. He had it on as hot as he could stand it. Despite the horrifically under-sized shower stall, the water pressure was fantastic. It was almost like a massage. He groaned at the wonderful feeling, the sound emerging from his throat sounding almost provocative. It made him think of pretty brown eyes, and a strong, square jaw with full, sexy lips. Lips that were light pink and soft looking. Llew couldn’t help but fantasize that kissing Shane would be like kissing cotton candy. He licked his own lips, desperately missing the feeling of a man. Eight fucking years. He stomach fluttered at the idea of being close and intimate with Shane Jr. The man’s exterior was the picture-perfect image of a smooth operator, but Llew knew there was a bobcat clawing inside that gorgeous man. An animal that needed taming. Just that fast Llew’s dominant side reared its anxious head.
Oh jesus. Llew could picture it. Could see their strong bodies pressed together, muscles flexing against each other. Shane Jr. wasn’t diesel but he was certainly manual labor built. He no doubt had velvety-smooth, ivory skin covering that armor. Damn. Llew groaned again, running his hand down the ridges on his stomach. He could taste him… oh my god… Shane would taste like the sweetest honey. An addictive taste.
Llew could feel the pulsating in his groin as he thought about Shane, but as he pulled and stroked the flaccid appendage, nothing happened. He was horny, beyond horny, but there was no life down there. He poured some conditioner in his palm and squeezed the head of his cock, focusing on the most sensitive part of him. He cupped his balls and massaged them, every couple seconds giving them a firm tug like he used to love to do. Nothing.
