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Lusty Liaisons: Pipe Dreams (2/6)
34 votesAuthor: jmsnyder Published: 2/14/2007 story views: 2055
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bleached spikes ... Ethan Randolph. Captain of the basketball team, years ago. How many home games did Paul go to, hoping this guy would notice him? How many times did he take the back hall in the hope of catching a glimpse of Ethan at his locker? How many classes did he daydream through, thinking up a myriad of ways the two of them would hook up? Paul used to have the worst crush on this guy.
Used to?
In one hand Ethan held a clipboard; in the other, a small toolbox full of wrenches. "You Mr. Bryant?"
Paul stared at the lean, tan legs beneath Ethan's tight denim shorts. His work shirt was tucked into the shorts, the sleeves rolled up over thick biceps, the front unbuttoned just enough to give Paul a glimpse at the white tank top underneath. A gold chain winked in the light where it hung around Ethan's neck, and a pair of sporty shades sat perched on the end of his nose like granny glasses.
"Bryant?" Paul asked, meeting those pale, coffee-colored eyes. I thought I was over you. But those silly schoolboy feelings blindsided him all over again. Damn.
Ethan frowned slightly. "Didn't you go to Stuart?" Paul's heart stuttered in his chest. When he didn't answer, Ethan asked, "You're not Mr. Bryant, are you?"
"No," Paul managed. Twisting a hand free from the towel, he offered it to Ethan. "I'm Paul. I graduated a year before you, I think. Paul Jacoby."
"Right!" Ethan grinned. "I thought you looked familiar. You look great, man." He pulled his sunglasses down a bit further as his gaze trailed over Paul's body, taking in the worn boxers, the slept-in tee. A too-pink tongue peeked out from between those red, red lips. "You look amazing."
Suddenly Paul wished he had taken the few minutes to pull on those jeans because Ethan was, in a word, gorgeous, and time hadn't dulled Paul's interest in the least. God. The heat from that gaze made him hard and Ethan's smirk said he saw the reaction he caused. "You're the plumber?" Paul asked, trying to forget the sudden heaviness sinking into his groin, the sweet ache that would hurt all day and into the night. "Ethan, isn't it?"
"You remember!" Ethan cried with a laugh.
Paul laughed with him, stepping aside to let Ethan into his apartment. He couldn't help watch the way Ethan's shorts tugged at the curve of his ass when he walked by. How could I forget someone like you? he wondered, careful to keep those thoughts to himself. I wrote your name in hearts on all my notebooks, Ethan Edward Randolph. I once told your girlfriend I thought she was the luckiest girl in the world. The first guy I ever fucked looked like you, I swear he did, and when I closed my eyes it wasn't him beneath me, it was you. It was always you.
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