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  Copyright ©2008 by Thom Jaymes

  First published in 2008

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  CONTENTS

  Dedication

  Author Bio

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN: 978-1-60088-316-3

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  Dedication

  For Patrick.

  Thank you for supporting my wicked little dream.

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  Erick Dane's eyes flew open then almost immediately closed. He shot his hand out from under the covers and slammed down hard on his alarm clock, and the unbearable screech ended with the press of the snooze button. Then he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

  Sitting up in the bed, he glanced at the clock. Six o'clock. A flood of annoyance rushed through him. Why did they schedule this damn meeting so early? With a loud groan, he stretched his arms high above his head. And on a fucking Saturday.

  He shoved the covers away and swung his legs off the edge of the bed. The hardwood floor was cool against his bare feet as he made his way to the bathroom. A quick peek in the mirror revealed his tired gray eyes and disheveled black hair. “Looking good,” he mumbled with a soft laugh.

  He dropped his pajama bottoms and stepped into the shower, pulling the sliding glass shut behind him. He turned on the faucet and tested the water with his hand. Finding it the right temperature, he pulled on the knob, altering the flow.

  Beads of water splattered at his feet. He eased his face into the stream, enjoying the sensation as water flowed down the length of him. “It's Saturday. I shouldn't even be awake yet,” he complained to the empty shower. “I guarantee the entire thing will be over in ten minutes. They probably wouldn't even notice if I didn't show up.” He sighed, grabbed the bar of soap from its holder, and rubbed it on his chest. “Stupid plastics factory."

  Come on, man, it's not that bad. Willis will be there. He smiled at the thought.

  Willis Blake, like himself, had recently been promoted to a supervisory position with the company. He had black hair, fairly similar to Erick's own. He kept it short, usually styled. His light brown eyes reminded Erick of the color of faded leather.

  He was a gorgeous man.

  Erick had fantasized about Willis for months now, ever since he first met him on the assembly line. He always made it a point to end up on the row near him. They usually made small talk. Nothing important. Nothing too personal.

  Although he'd never actually told Willis he was gay, he assumed Willis knew. The majority of the company did. After all, he'd been working with the same people for over four years. Spending that much time together and not learning a few secrets was impossible.

  He did, however, know that Willis was single. It was just a question as to whether he preferred the company of women or men.

  Erick turned off the shower and opened the glass. He stepped out onto a bathmat and toweled off. Once finished, he went back into his bedroom and stood before his closet, wondering what to wear.

  Just grab some jeans and a shirt. No one else will be dressed up. He reached for a burgundy polo. Might as well try to be a little dressy. Erick collected the clothing he would wear and piled them up on the chair beside his nightstand.

  Thoughts of Willis kept bubbling up in his mind and, despite trying to focus on his own clothing, he found himself wondering what Willis would look like today. He hoped Willis wore one of those tight graphic tees he used to wear prior to his advancement in the company. He always looked so damn good in them. They showed off those huge bundles of muscle that made up his pecs.

  Erick was surprised to find his finger circling his nipple. Damn it, he thought, staring down at his erect dick. A quick glance at the clock revealed that he hadn't been in the shower for as long as he'd suspected. I have a little time before I have to get going...

  Smiling, he sat on the edge of his bed and took his cock in his hand. He gave it a slow pump, which caused his head to tilt back in pleasure. Falling back on the bed, he started jacking faster. Images of Willis billowed through his mind, each new idea pushing Erick closer to the edge of his excitement.

  He imaged Willis crawling into bed with him, the warmth from his tight body surrounding them like a blanket. Then he would get on top of Erick, grab his legs, and spread them wide to make room for his massive erection. He would enter him slowly at first, but his momentum would build quickly as he was unable to control himself. Soon he would be pounding Erick raw. The room would fill with their grunts, moans, and the sound of balls slapping against Erick's ass.

  Erick groaned as cum shot from his cock, splattering on his stomach. He released his cock, letting it fall against his abdomen with a soft thump. “Damn,” he said with shallow breath. “Now I need another shower."

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  The meeting was just as boring as expected. Erick stared blankly at the slideshow that was being projected on the wall. The man leading the meeting, some pale little thing corporate had sent, had a voice that reminded him of the guy from the eye drop commercials. Trying to pay attention got to be almost too much for him handle.

  Erick looked about the room. Every member of management sat around the large, rectangular table. Even Dallas Holloway, Site Manager, and the most annoying human being on the face of the earth. He was about as important as one could get within the specific branch of Titan Plastics for which Erick worked.

  He snuck a peek at Willis, who sat across the table. He looked at some papers on the table before him, probably just as bored as Erick.

  Erick thought for a moment about what the papers concerned, but that idea was quickly replaced by a new wondering of what Willis's chest looked like under that loose, green button-up he wore. What would it feel like to have their bare skin pressed against one another...?

  Erick shook his head, trying to refocus his attention on the eye drops guy, who now talked about some expansion project. Apparently, the company had just opened a new plant in some rural part of Ohio.

  "So,” the man said, clapping his hands together. “We're going to need two volunteers to go to the new facility and run a few training programs with the inexperienced crew members we've hired."

  A smile etched itself across Erick's face when no one offered to go.

  "I'll go,” Willis said suddenly. “I've never been to Ohio. It might be fun."

  "Me, too,” Erick said, surprising himself.

  "Excellent!” Holloway barked his irritating laugh. “You two were on the line until recently, so it makes perfect sense to send you. You still remember how to run the machines."

  Erick frowned, annoyed by the comment. He glanced at Willis, surprised to find him looking back. He qu
ickly changed his expression to a smile.

  Willis smiled in return.

  "Okay. Well, you guys are going to be leaving on Monday. It's only for four days, so you'll be back home before you know it,” eye drops guy said, not really giving them any time to change their minds. “That's pretty much the end of what needed discussed here today. Any questions?"

  No one said anything.

  "All right. Great meeting, everyone. I'll see you all next month.” With that, he turned off the projector and collected his materials. Holloway jumped to his feet to assist.

  Suck up.

  Everyone else silently filed out of the room. Erick ended up walking beside Willis down the hallway that led to the parking garage.

  "How's it going?” he asked.

  Willis seemed surprised by Erick's voice. “Oh, good, man.” He cleared his throat. “How're you doing?"

  "Pretty good. Getting tired of these Saturday meetings."

  "I know. They're so damn boring."

  Erick smiled. “It would help if we had more lively discussions."

  "Yeah.” Willis laughed. “That guy's voice was putting me to sleep."

  Erick's smile grew larger. “I hear you."

  They walked into the garage, stopping just inside the door. The other members of management rushed past, toward their respective automobiles.

  "You've never been to Ohio?” Erick asked once they were alone. “It's like an hour away from here."

  "I've been there before,” Willis admitted. He lit up a cigarette and took a quick puff. “I don't really know why I said that. I guess I was just nervous or something."

  Erick laughed. “Yeah, I do the same thing sometimes. Blurt things out and then wonder why in the hell I said them."

  "Verbal diarrhea,” Willis offered.

  "Exactly."

  "Well, I'm going to head on home, maybe get some sleep before getting started on my lawn."

  The thought of Willis working out in the hot sun brought a smile to Erick's face. He could just see him pushing around the mower and working up a huge sweat. Willis would probably drench his shirt and end up tossing it aside. You could come over and take care of my lawn...

  "What's with the smile?” Willis asked, raising an eyebrow.

  Snapping out of his daydream, Erick laughed. “Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something I saw on TV the other night."

  "Cool.” Willis took another draw of his cigarette. “I see you Monday.” He walked to his green Mustang, got in, and started it up.

  "Yeah, see you then,” Erick called after him.

  Erick tried to not make it obvious that he was watching him go.

  Idiot. Something I saw on TV? God...

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  "Sorry I'm late,” Erick said as soon as he slipped into the rental car beside Willis. It was a black BMW. Erick didn't know the exact model, but the way the leather seat caressed his ass the moment he settled made him wish he had one instead of his old Buick. “Traffic."

  Of course, there'd been no traffic. The truth was he'd spent too much time getting ready. He was excited about being alone in a vehicle with Willis, and he wanted to look his best.

  "It's cool, man.” Willis took a sip from his gas station coffee cup. “You lucked into missing Holloway's farewell speech."

  "What?"

  Willis adjusted the rearview mirror. “He just made it a point to stop me before I put my suitcase in the car. Gave me a little pep talk, you could say."

  "Yeah?"

  Willis rolled his eyes. “He's such a self-important moron."

  "Agreed. He's a total prick."

  A laugh escaped Willis's throat. “He probably has a tiny one.” He must have noticed the confused look on Erick's face because he added, “A prick, I mean."

  "Oh!” Erick grinned. “Careful. He could have the car bugged."

  "I wouldn't put that past him.” Willis sighed. “You ready to get going?"

  "Yeah. Let's hit the road."

  Willis started the car, maneuvered out of the parking garage, and pulled out onto the street. “You hungry or anything?"

  "No, but I guarantee I'll have to piss soon.” Erick said. “It never fails. It's like a road trip curse."

  Willis pointed to his Styrofoam coffee cup. “You can always use that."

  I'd love to whip my cock out in front of you just so I could gauge your reaction. Erick laughed. “Yeah, I guess I could."

  "Want some tunes?"

  "Sure."

  Willis turned on the radio, tuning into some station that played country music. “This cool, man?"

  "Yeah,” Erick lied. “It's fine.” He hated country music, but learning that Willis liked it interested him. He wondered what else he liked. All that time together on the assembly line didn't really give him much perspective into Willis’ preferences about a lot of things. Although, he did know that Willis saw every movie in which Mel Gibson appeared.

  "We'll take turns,” Willis offered. “Half an hour on my station, then you can pick one."

  "Sounds good to me."

  "I wonder if this hotel has a pool."

  "No idea."

  "Well, I hope so. It's been a while since I've been swimming. I brought a couple pairs of trunks just in case."

  "A couple?” Erick asked, confused. “We're only going to be there for two days."

  "I figured you might want to swim, too."

  "Oh.” He thought about asking why Willis thought he wouldn't bring a pair of his own if he had any intention of swimming, but decided against it. He was probably just being considerate. “Cool. Thanks."

  Willis nodded but didn't say anything more.

  Erick turned his attention to the window, watching the scenery rush by and trying to push images of Willis in swimming trunks out of his head.

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  Erick dropped his bags on the floor as soon as he entered the room. It was fairly standard, as far as the other hotel rooms he'd stayed in before. Generic pictures of landscapes and old farm houses were scattered about the dull walls. A few pieces of fairly worn furniture gave a welcoming presence to the space. A small bathroom was on the other end on the room, clearly visible because the door was open.

  Erick's gaze fell upon the beds. They were only a couple of feet apart. Separated only by a nightstand. The idea of sleeping so close to Willis brought a smile to his face. “This isn't half bad."

  Willis walked in behind him, closing the door and placing his suitcase on the floor beside Erick's. “Yeah, it's not bad at all."

  "I'm kind of hungry. Wonder if they have a room service menu anywhere.” Willis plopped down on one of the beds and reached into the drawer of the nightstand. He removed a deck of playing cards. The pack was embossed with the hotel's logo. “Hey, want to play poker later?"

  "I have no idea how to play."

  "I can teach you."

  I'd like to teach you a few things ... “Okay."

  "We can get some candy from the vending machine in the hall and use it for betting."

  Erick smiled. You're so fucking adorable. “All right."

  Willis dropped the card pack on the bed and stood, stretching his hands high above his head. His T-shirt came up, revealing a sliver of skin along his waistline. He patted his stomach, indicating his hunger once again. “There was a Chinese place on the way here. You want to go check it out?"

  "Eh, I'm not all that big on Chinese."

  "Want to order a pizza?"

  "Sure. I'm not all that hungry, though."

  "That's fine. What do you want on your half?"

  "Sausage.” I'd rather have your sausage. I bet it would fill me up.

  "Cool.” Willis turned his attention to the drawer again. “No menus in here."

  "I'm sure there's a phonebook somewhere. I'll go check in the lobby."

  "No, that's okay. I can just go pick it up. There's a Pizza Hut just down the street. I remember passing it. Hey, we could get some beer, too."

  "Sounds good."

 
; "Great.” Willis pulled the BMW's keys out of his pocket. “I'll be back in a bit."

  "Wait.” Erick tugged his wallet out of his tight jeans. “I'll give you some cash."

  "Don't worry about it. I'll get it.” Willis smiled. “You can get tomorrow's dinner.” With that, he left.

  Erick grabbed his bag and tossed it on the bed closest to the door. He laid Willis’ case on the other. A sly smile etched itself across his face. I wonder what kind of underwear he wears.

  Curiosity got the better of him, and he popped open the lid. He rifled through the clothing, discovering that Willis wore boxers. “Seemed like a boxer kind of guy.” Suddenly his mouth dropped open.

  "Condoms?” he asked himself, grabbing the cardboard box. “Why the hell does he have condoms? What, was he planning on meeting some chick and fucking her in two days?"

  Maybe he's planning on using them on you. Erick laughed at the thought. Only in your dreams.

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  As soon as Erick opened the door, he smelled the pizza, and his hunger announced itself.

  Willis smiled at the sound of Erick's stomach growling. “See. You are hungry."

  Erick laughed. “Yeah, guess so."

  Willis made his way into the room. He set the pizza box down on the chest of drawers beside the TV and produced a six pack from the brown bag he carried. “Want one?"

  Erick took a beer and tried to twist the cap off, but was ineffective. “Damn it."

  "There're not twist-offs.” Willis laughed. “There should be a bottle cap opener on my key chain in my suitcase.” He opened his case and removed his keys. “Here."

  Erick held out his beer.

  Willis reached out, wrapping his fingers around the neck of the bottle, his skin touching Erick's. With his free hand, he popped off the cap.

  "Thank you."

  "Anytime.” Willis got a beer for himself and flipped open the pizza box. He grabbed a slice and flopped down on the bed beside his suitcase. “Anything good on the tube, man?"

  "I don't know.” Erick got himself a slice and sat down on the other bed. “I haven't really had a chance to look.” He turned his interest to the TV. He had turned it on to fill the silence while Willis was gone, but he hadn't been paying attention. An infomercial explaining how to stop thinning hair was on.