Brandon yelped as he felt
his feet go out from beneath him, hitting the ground with a thud. He lifted
his hand to wipe his curls from his face only to realize that he still had a
can of soda in it. He couldn't help laughing.
The back of his shorts
felt wet, telling him that he probably had grass stains on them. He could
even feel a small rip in the hem. But he hadn't spilled a drop of his soda.
The more he thought about it, the more hysterical his laughter became.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Brandon turned his head
up to see a tall, tanned, muscular, mountain of a man standing over him. His
interest peeked immediately. He was gorgeous from the top of his dark brown
head to the bottom of his long… long legs.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but
thanks for asking."
The man squatted down
next to Brandon, his gaze traveling over his smaller body. "Mind if I have a
look? I'm a doctor." You mean, put your strong powerful hands on my body?
"Okay," Brandon replied,
a grin forming on his lips as the man began checking his legs, then farther
up his body. Brandon knew he couldn't miss the tent growing in his pants.
His gaze traveled over
the sexy man, not missing anything. He had short dark brown hair, beautiful
emerald green eyes, a strong square jaw with just a hint of a five o'clock
shadow. His shoulders seemed as wide as a barn. And the thin white cotton
tank top covering his chest looked like it barely containing his thick
rippled muscles. He could even see a smattering of hair at the edges of his
shirt.
Even his legs were hot.
Long, slightly hairy, and totally muscular. Brandon loved a man that kept
fit. But his ass, what Brandon could see of it from his position on the
grass, was truly glorious… tight, rounded, and ready to be grabbed.
Yum!
"Well," the man chuckled
as he looked back at Brandon with shining green eyes, "I think you're going
to be okay. Maybe you should cut back a little on the alcohol for the rest
of the day."
"Oh, I don't drink,
nothing but soda or water for me. I just slipped. One step and wham!"
Brandon laughed, feeling like a fool. He certainly didn't mind meeting this
gorgeous man, but he would have preferred doing it from some other position
than his ass.
"You don't drink? Mind if
I ask you why?"
"I'm a klutz. If you
added alcohol to that, well, I'd probably be crawling everywhere so I didn't
fall or stripping all my clothes off and running naked through the
neighborhood. Wouldn't that give the garden club a stroke?"
"Oh, I don't know about
that. I don't think I'd mind seeing you run naked anywhere," the man replied
with a chuckle. He stood up and reached for Brandon's hand to pull him to
his feet.
Brandon's eyes flew to
his. Was he serious? Oh hell, he certainly hoped so. He had been single now
for nearly two years, ever since he had kicked his last boyfriend loose for
fooling around on him. It would be nice to meet someone new.
As he pulled Brandon to
his feet their bodies came together chest to chest. He stared down into
Brandon's baby blue eyes, his own eyes twinkling. "So, how much alcohol
would it take to get you naked?"
Brandon's eyes widened
slightly at his words. Then he began to smile. "How much do you have?"
He chuckled, "Hopefully,
enough."
Brandon could almost
guarantee it. As he craned his head back to stare up at the man, he realized
just how tall the gorgeous doctor was. He stood at least half a foot taller
than Brandon, which didn't bother Brandon a bit. He liked tall men.
"My name is Nicholas, but
you can call me Nick."
"Brandon, but you can
call me anything you want."
I can even give you a few
ideas.
Nick laughed, "Hello,
Brandon."
Hot damn! Brandon felt
every word in the rumbling of his chest. His voice was low and rough, like
aged whiskey. Brandon could listen to him talk for hours.
"Hello," Brandon
whispered, suddenly feeling breathless.
Nick glanced at the can
of soda in Brandon's free hand, noting that it seemed nearly empty. "Is
there anything I can get you?" Nick asked, nodding towards Brandon's
half-empty soda can.
"I can think of several
things," Brandon said softly. His glance darted down from Nick's eyes to his
full lips before looking back up.
Nick's free hand came up
to caress the side of Brandon's face briefly as he stared down into his
eyes. It lasted only a few moments, but it seemed like hours as they just
stared at each other.
When Nick finally removed
his hand from Brandon's face, he chuckled at the small whimper of protest
that Brandon let out. "How about that soda?"
It took Brandon a moment
to clear his head and process what Nick was saying to him. Soda… right… he
needed a new soda. Who in the hell was he kidding? He needed a flat surface.
"Yeah, a new soda would
be great. Thanks."
|