Should it be The Zen Den with sexy yoga teacher Owen and his newest student, Kincaid? Or maybe it's finally time to finish my YA manuscript Incoming Credits with adorably geeky Zeke and his heartthrob Hatcher. And I also have Connor and Jake languishing out there, the poor guys whose manuscript doesn't even have a title to call its own yet.
Connor and Jake's particular brand of angst is what I was feeling this week, so you get another snippet of their story. The two of them have just come from their first night out together in weeks, spent at a bar with a group of their friends. We come in on their cab ride home.
Let me know which WIP you'd like to me to work on in the comments! *g*
Jake
spent the short cab ride wondering what he should say to Connor once
they were alone. Had he read too much into the way Connor had swayed
into him during the chorus of the song they’d sung, or the way his
own voice had hitched as he’d sung the last verse? They were both
still a little drunk; maybe Jake should let it go until he was more
level-headed.
Connor
was unnaturally quiet as they made their way up two flights of stairs
to the apartment he shared with their roommate, Gavin. Instead of
slipping down the hall that lead to their bedroom as Jake had
expected him to, though, Connor detoured into the kitchen.
“I
have a little bit of work to get through before I can call it a
night,” Connor said quietly, out of deference to Gavin, who was
sacked out on the couch.
“It's
Friday night, Con. Come on.” Jake knew he was perilously close to
sounding whiny, but he didn't care. He just wanted Connor in bed with
him, even if it was just to sleep.
“Just
a few emails. I promise.” Connor was already immersed in something
on his laptop, not even looking up when Jake sighed and gave up,
retreating down the hallway.
It
seemed like a shame to climb into the freshly made bed stinking of
smoke from the club, so Jake shut the bedroom door so the sound
wouldn't wake Gavin and walked through to the bathroom, turning the
shower taps on and shirking out of his clothes. Leaving them in a
pile on the floor never failed to get a rise out of Connor, and Jake
felt a small zing of satisfaction at knowing the clothes would drive
Connor crazy when he saw them. The contentedness from the club had
definitely waned, and Jake felt himself falling straight back into
the pit low-level resentfulness and irritation he'd been wallowing in
lately.
He
was enjoying the hot spray and too caught up in his own thoughts to
hear the door open, and Jake had to bite back a yelp when he saw
Connor’s head poke around the shower curtain.
“Jesus.
A little warning?”
Connor’s
eyes swept down Jake’s bare chest, traveling over the flat planes
of his stomach and lingering at the trail of wiry blond hair that led
down to Jake’s half-hard cock, which despite his anger at Connor
putting him off to work was definitely showing interest in Connor’s
appraisal now.
“You
should be ashamed of how much water you waste,” Connor said with a
grin, pulling his own shirt up over his head and tossing it in the
hamper. He cast a glance at the pile of Jake’s discarded clothes on
the floor, shaking his head. “I bet you took a shower before you
came out tonight, too. And one this morning.”
“We
can’t all be like you, Conservation Connor,” Jake teased,
watching as Connor’s jeans went into the hamper. “Saving the
planet one uneaten hamburger at a time.”
Connor
wasn't a vegetarian, but he never ate red meat and rarely indulged in
poultry or pork, preferring vegetables and fish. It was a running
joke between them—Connor had been one of the only people at the
Texas university where they met who didn't eat beef. Connor laughed
at the familiar jibe, slipping past him into the shower. Jake watched
him, studying the way the rivulets of water coursed over Connor’s
pale skin as he held his face up to the spray, his dark hair
flattening against his skull.
“Lucky
they didn’t make us sing New
Age Girl,”
Connor said, licking the water from his lips in a way that made
Jake’s mouth go dry.
“Yeah?”
Jake asked, stepping closer and backing Connor up against the tiles,
his lips hovering just over the other man’s. “I don’t I know
that one.”
“More
evidence of your appalling taste in music,” Connor said, ducking
his head a bit and nipping at the stubble on Jake’s chin. “Maybe
Coldplay will remake it someday.”
Jake
was feeling too generous at the moment to respond to the barb,
angling his neck instead so Connor could press a row of kisses along
his jaw. He canted his hips forward, rubbing his wet body against
Connor’s, their erections brushing against each other.
“It’s
about a girl,” Connor said, his warm breath, cooler than the water
they’re under, making Jake shiver as it skated across the shell of
his ear. “A vegetarian. Who likes—”
His
hand ghosted down Jake’s body, leaving no question as to just
exactly what the vegetarian in question—and
Connor—liked.
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