Drew_Hunt_ _Calvin's

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Well, if it soothes your macho pride to carry for me, then I ll live with it. It was Calvin s turn to bump Brock s shoulder. But don t make a
habit of it.
I ll try my hardest not to.
Calvin had to admit the view of Brock s bent arm as he held the clothes on their hangers over his shoulder was worth the mild irritation at
being thought weak.
And don t think I didn t notice that you paid me half the bill and didn t take out what I owe you from earlier, Brock said, waiting to cross at the
light.
We can deduct that from the other half. Besides, it was too good an opportunity to pass up, paying you what we agreed in front of that old
witch.
Yeah, Brock chuckled.
And, too, it s the right time for my credit card. I won t have to actually pay for that transaction for another five weeks. By which time I ll be
back in New York. The realization troubled rather than thrilled Calvin.
* * * *
Having unloaded the van with Calvin s assistance something Calvin did to prove to Brock he was no longer the weak nerd he used to be
the two sat at the kitchen table drinking tall glasses of ice tea.
So, what are you going to tackle first? Calvin asked, draining his glass and getting up for a refill.
The seat for the john. Can t have you not having a place to sit your ass.
Why, thank you, kind sir, Calvin attempted to flutter his eyelashes. He didn t bother pointing out that he could always use the guest
bathroom in a pinch. Glad you noticed my ass. Calvin twisted round to try and look at it himself. Some people think it s my best feature.
Brock snorted. He stood and handed his empty glass to Calvin.
You disagree? Calvin affected a wounded tone. So, Mr. Cooper, what do you think is my best feature?
Brock seemed to struggle for an answer. Calvin had to admit he d sure got him good with that one.
Why do you keep on callin me Gary Cooper?
Shit! He wasn t willing to go there. Can you sing? Calvin was proud of his quick thinking.
Brock looked confused. Uh, no.
Exactly, so I can t call you Gene Autry or Roy Rogers, can I?
Brock tilted his head to the side. Huh?
Oh, fuck it! Calvin told himself. He put the glasses on the counter and turned to face Brock. Gary Cooper was a beautiful man. He reached
up and rested his fingertips on Brock s cheeks. And you are a beautiful man.
Calvin felt the heat rise in Brock s face. Brock shook his head, dislodging Calvin s fingers.
Well you asked, Calvin said, doing everything he could to show how sincere he was being.
You shouldn t tease me like that.
I m not teasing. Calvin took hold of Brock s face again and tilted it toward him. I ve never been more serious in my life. You are a beautiful
man, both inside and out. And in the next twenty seconds I m going to kiss you, so if you don t want umph!
Brock s chest barreled into Calvin s, pressing him up against the fridge. The impact caused bottles inside the appliance to rattle, and a roll
of paper toweling to glance off Calvin s arm as it fell from the top of the fridge. Brock s mouth latched onto Calvin s, his tongue demanding entry into
Calvin s mouth.
Calvin soon recovered his shock and thrust his tongue into Brock s mouth. Calvin s hands started to roam up Brock s muscled arms, his
wide shoulders, his strong neck, and up into his hair. He didn t care that he was whimpering and rubbing himself up against Brock s strong, work-
hardened body.
Eventually but all too soon for Calvin s liking Brock drew back for breath. Calvin glided his hands downward and held Brock s waist. No
way was the cowboy gonna flee like last time.
You okay? Calvin asked when Brock stayed silent, apart from his elevated breathing.
Yeah.
Calvin pushed his crotch into Brock s and felt a definite bulge. From the feel of things I guess you are. Calvin rubbed the man s back,
reveling in the muscles underneath his black, sleeveless tee. Sinking to his knees, and eyeing Brock s impressive bulge up close for the first time,
Calvin said, I owe you a blowjob. And now seems like the perfect time to deliver.
Calvin started mouthing Brock through his jeans, but the man stiffened, and not in the way he d intended. Stopping immediately, but refusing
to let go his hold on Brock s thick thighs, Calvin looked up into Brock s now troubled eyes.
I& not here.
Calvin didn t understand.
When we& I did you in the bathroom, it was& Brock ground to a halt.
You want to do it in the bathroom?
No! Brock said loudly, then bit his lip. Calvin had to admit Brock looked totally adorable doing that.
Okay, no problem. Calvin got to his feet; resigning himself to the idea that he wouldn t be blowing the cowboy today or maybe any day.
I& It wasn t what I wanted.
You didn t want to blow me in the bathroom? Calvin touched Brock s cheek.
No& yes.
Calvin stroked Brock s face, hoping to comfort him. This close his beauty was irrefutable. The laughter lines radiating from Brock s eyes just
served in Calvin s opinion to enhance the man s appeal.
Brock leaned into Calvin s caress. Shit! I ve fucked this up.
Calvin gently moved Brock s head until it rested on Calvin s shoulder. The resumption of the close contact revealed to Calvin that the man
had gone soft. And thinking about it, so had Calvin.
Stroking Brock s back, Calvin whispered, No you haven t. It s all good. We don t have to do anything you don t want.
Thanks. Brock let out a breath that tickled along Calvin s neck, causing him to shudder.
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