developed a rapport as he’d bought his sci-fi novels, but they weren’t on a first-name basis. He could tell one of the other senior accountants, Amy Lane
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but those men all had families, and he wasn’t sure they’d go for the new, gay Kit. (He wasn’t sure if they liked the old, gender-neutral Kit either, but, well, that one was at least safer.) Maybe he’d tell part of it. He’d keep Danny a secret. And Ma.
Or at least the parts of her he hadn’t wanted friends to visit in high school (which sort of explained why he had no friends either).
“Friday,” Kit said, aware that he’d sat there like a frog in the road while Jesse waited for an answer.
Jesse’s lips quirked up, and he didn’t look hurt at all. “I thought you had a dinner date Friday.”
Kit flushed. At first he thought it was some sort of by-product of the cold and cold medicine, but as his eyes got round, and his mouth made a little O, he realized it was sheer fucking embarrassment.
“I’m not graceful,” he muttered helplessly into Jesse’s amused silence. “I didn’t want to embarrass you.” Oh, and that wasn’t too much information?
Jesse’s amusement went away. “It was just a pickup game, boss—no worries.”
Kit shrugged and tried to smile it off. He dealt with the takeout trash in a distracted way and attempted to say something that would make it no big deal. “If the working out starts doing its job, maybe next time I’ll take you up on it.”
The grin on Jesse’s face was blinding. It made dimples pop out. It made the sun shine through the fog. It made Kit’s cock jump up and down like a horny Scottie dog yipping to be petted.
Kit managed to keep all that inside, though, and simply sit through the grin like a mere mortal sat through the searing blast of heavenly grace.
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Jesse shrugged. “It’s getting cold—probably our last game for a while. You’ve got time.”
Kit managed a hopeful smile, and as he sat up straighter, that pinched nerve in his neck twinged and he grimaced.
“Ohmigod!” Jesse said it all as one word, like a college student, and Kit wondered how much younger the other man was.
“What did you do to yourself?”
Fuck. “I fell asleep on the workout mat?”
The sound Jesse made then wasn’t a laugh, really, or a snort, and if Kit had to classify it, he’d say it was a nonverbal exclamation point, with a question mark thrown in.
“For the love of…. Holy shit, boss—how long did you sleep there?”
Kit’s neck was tied up in a little question mark, too, so he had an excuse for screwing his eyes shut when he answered. “All night. It’s how I came down with the cold.”
Jesse stood up and moved behind him, and then there was a heavenly warmth, and a pressure on his neck and on his shoulders. It stroked and kneaded insistently, and Kit sat up a little straighter and made an embarrassing purring sound in his throat.
“Feel good?” Jesse asked, massaging a little harder right…
right… right….
“Nnnnhaaaahhaaa,” Kit managed. Oh God. His cock ached—
but let it. Jesse was touching him. Suddenly Kit understood that college word. Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod….
Jesse chuckled a little and kept squeezing the muscles in his neck. He bent down then, and his breath tickled Kit’s ear as he Amy Lane
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spoke. “You should come work out at my gym,” he said softly. “I swear, we’d never let you fall asleep on the yoga mat.”
“Nnngg?” Oh good. A college degree and obviously some advanced communication skills.
“Promise?” Jesse said softly, and in spite of the warmth and the arousal and the ohmigod human touch , there was, as always, Kit’s whole problem with Kit Allen.
“I don’t know if this body is ready for prime time,” he muttered, and Jesse chuffed softly in his ear.
“You let me know.” But he didn’t move. His hands kept moving,
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but those men all had families, and he wasn’t sure they’d go for the new, gay Kit. (He wasn’t sure if they liked the old, gender-neutral Kit either, but, well, that one was at least safer.) Maybe he’d tell part of it. He’d keep Danny a secret. And Ma.
Or at least the parts of her he hadn’t wanted friends to visit in high school (which sort of explained why he had no friends either).
“Friday,” Kit said, aware that he’d sat there like a frog in the road while Jesse waited for an answer.
Jesse’s lips quirked up, and he didn’t look hurt at all. “I thought you had a dinner date Friday.”
Kit flushed. At first he thought it was some sort of by-product of the cold and cold medicine, but as his eyes got round, and his mouth made a little O, he realized it was sheer fucking embarrassment.
“I’m not graceful,” he muttered helplessly into Jesse’s amused silence. “I didn’t want to embarrass you.” Oh, and that wasn’t too much information?
Jesse’s amusement went away. “It was just a pickup game, boss—no worries.”
Kit shrugged and tried to smile it off. He dealt with the takeout trash in a distracted way and attempted to say something that would make it no big deal. “If the working out starts doing its job, maybe next time I’ll take you up on it.”
The grin on Jesse’s face was blinding. It made dimples pop out. It made the sun shine through the fog. It made Kit’s cock jump up and down like a horny Scottie dog yipping to be petted.
Kit managed to keep all that inside, though, and simply sit through the grin like a mere mortal sat through the searing blast of heavenly grace.
Amy Lane
Christmas With Danny Fit [13]
Jesse shrugged. “It’s getting cold—probably our last game for a while. You’ve got time.”
Kit managed a hopeful smile, and as he sat up straighter, that pinched nerve in his neck twinged and he grimaced.
“Ohmigod!” Jesse said it all as one word, like a college student, and Kit wondered how much younger the other man was.
“What did you do to yourself?”
Fuck. “I fell asleep on the workout mat?”
The sound Jesse made then wasn’t a laugh, really, or a snort, and if Kit had to classify it, he’d say it was a nonverbal exclamation point, with a question mark thrown in.
“For the love of…. Holy shit, boss—how long did you sleep there?”
Kit’s neck was tied up in a little question mark, too, so he had an excuse for screwing his eyes shut when he answered. “All night. It’s how I came down with the cold.”
Jesse stood up and moved behind him, and then there was a heavenly warmth, and a pressure on his neck and on his shoulders. It stroked and kneaded insistently, and Kit sat up a little straighter and made an embarrassing purring sound in his throat.
“Feel good?” Jesse asked, massaging a little harder right…
right… right….
“Nnnnhaaaahhaaa,” Kit managed. Oh God. His cock ached—
but let it. Jesse was touching him. Suddenly Kit understood that college word. Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod….
Jesse chuckled a little and kept squeezing the muscles in his neck. He bent down then, and his breath tickled Kit’s ear as he Amy Lane
Christmas With Danny Fit [14]
spoke. “You should come work out at my gym,” he said softly. “I swear, we’d never let you fall asleep on the yoga mat.”
“Nnngg?” Oh good. A college degree and obviously some advanced communication skills.
“Promise?” Jesse said softly, and in spite of the warmth and the arousal and the ohmigod human touch , there was, as always, Kit’s whole problem with Kit Allen.
“I don’t know if this body is ready for prime time,” he muttered, and Jesse chuffed softly in his ear.
“You let me know.” But he didn’t move. His hands kept moving,
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