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CUSTOM RIDE
by K.A. Mitchell
Genre: Gay-Lesbian Romance, Red Hots!
ISBN: 1-59998-590-X
Length: Short Story
A Midsummer Night's Steam story.
Available at: Samhain Publishing
Also available in print,
in the anthology TEMPERATURES RISING
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Life’s not always about the journey, but who takes you on the ride.
When he got to the garage, the Camaro was parked in front, and Ryan couldn't resist getting out to check the edge of the hood for his handprint.
“Might need a touch up.” There was amusement in the smoky voice that spoke behind him.
Ryan turned and leaned back against the hood. “Think the owner will mind?”
“Don't know. Doesn't have one yet.”
Ryan looked back over his shoulder at the glow of wax, the shine on the windows.
“It's a junker I fixed up to sell. I saw you looking at it before, thought you might want to try it out.”
The activity Ryan had had in mind involving the Camaro wasn't anything that could be done in the front of the lot, but before he could explain, Jeff tossed him a key.
“Want to drive it? I'll be right back.”
Ryan transferred the cooler to the backseat of the Camaro, and Jeff came back out with a pizza box and a wide smile. Jeff had changed into a plain blue T-shirt, one Ryan was sure he knew set off his eyes and hugged the definition of his biceps and pecs and—Ryan bit his tongue back into his mouth—lickable abs.
Ryan wanted to tell him he really didn't have to try this hard considering Ryan could already taste that thick head sliding over his lips, but it was kind of sweet that Jeff was making the effort.
“You can drive, really. We've got insurance that covers cars taken off the lot.”
Ryan eased into the leather seat, the trapped heat warming his ass and thighs through his worn-thin jeans like skin-to-skin contact. “If you're that worried about my driving…”
Jeff swung in and leaned over to murmur in his ear. “I thought you might like the chance to drive—at least for now.”
Ryan's dick seemed to catch Jeff's double meaning before his brain did, a quick kick of warmth spreading out from his balls. He turned the ignition and was startled by the deep rumble of the engine. “Where are we heading?”
Jeff's directions took them out to the state park, the car responding so smoothly and powerfully beneath him that Ryan could finally understand why people viewed cars as something besides a way to get from one point to another. Power vibrated up his spine, tingled in his fingers.
They didn't talk on the way, just let the force of wind through the open windows and the purr of the engine fill the car. Ryan was almost disappointed when he pulled off in an out-of-the way picnic area after more than an hour.
Three slices of pizza and two beers later the sun had faded leaving behind a comfortable heat to match the growing one in his stomach. Jeff was good company even without their dicks involved. Ryan was kind of surprised to find Jeff cared little about any of the popular sports—even racing—but that they shared a passion for martial arts movies, the good, the bad and the idiotic.
“If I ever have time to get back into a dojo, I'm going to see if I can finally finish my brown levels.” Jeff set his empty down on the picnic table and tapped his foot where it rested on the bench.
“I still say Pai Mei in Kill Bill could handle Tony Jaa.” Ryan reached back into the cooler for a third beer.
“Because you're an old man yourself.”
“Do not insult the master. I'd hate to think of you losing one of those beautiful eyes.”
“Beautiful?” Jeff's lips twitched.
“Uh—” He shouldn't have been so stupid on just two beers in a little less than two hours.
“You think I'm pretty, is that it?” Jeff leaned in, brows raised over the eyes in question. In the dark those eyes shone like a lake in starlight.
“Can I change my answer?”
“To?”
“Hot.”
“Depends.”
“On what?” Ryan forgot about the beer in his hands until the cold wet shock hit his stomach, and he shoved the bottle to the other side of the table.
“Which one gets me laid?”
Ryan licked his lips. “Pretty.” He caught Jeff's head in his hands. “Beautiful.” He leaned in until his lips were resting against Jeff's. “And hot.”
Jeff laughed against his mouth. “Guy's gotta have all three, huh? And here I was hoping you were easy.”
“Try me.”
The kiss warmed slow and deep, buzzing along his nerves like the summer night around them. Jeff's tongue flicked the corners of his mouth before stroking his, sharing and blending the rich malty taste of the beer.
Ryan slid his hands into Jeff's hair, the short spikes softer than they looked. Jeff's thumb traced his jaw, rubbed behind his ear while his other hand pushed his T-shirt out of the way to get his warm hand on the skin of his back. He followed Jeff's push to deepen the kiss, bringing their chests together, pressing forward until Jeff was stretched out along the picnic table beneath him.
When his hands slid under Jeff's shirt, finally brushing the hard muscles he'd been dying to touch, Jeff broke off the kiss. “Maybe we should move this to the car.”
They ditched their shirts on the way. Ryan hadn't made out in a car's backseat in…well, ever. Cramming two six-foot-plus frames into the backseat of a car was an adventure. He got an elbow to the ribs and bruised his shin on the seat edge before he managed to get Jeff back under him, all those long muscles pressing hot and hard into his skin. Jeff's hands cupped his ass.
“I've been wanting to get my hands on this ass for more than a year.”
“Huh?” Ryan arched up.
“I've been watching you since you started bringing the car in.”
Realization hit him like a bucket of cold water. David, of course. “I think you're with the wrong brother.”
“Nope.” Jeff's hand slipped past the loose waistband of his jeans. “I'd never make a mistake about an ass like this. Your brother's been bringing the car in for two years. You started picking him up the May before last.”
That was when he'd moved back to St. Cloud. And Jeff had been checking him out since then?
“Why didn't you say something before?”
“I'm shy.”
“You gave me a hand job in the middle of a club because you're shy?”
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