(reprint from 2011. Newly edited and revised)
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Patrick Medcaff is a thirty-something blue collar worker trying to make ends meet in Manhattan. He dreams of owning a condo, and in order to do that he has to work a part-time job along with his full time job as a handyman at the ritzy St. Jennings hotel. Patrick will be the newest addition to the New York City College janitorial staff where he is introduced to the shark looking handsome Dean of the Economics department, Christian Jennings.
When Christian and Patrick meet, sparks fly between the two. Patrick thinks nothing can come out of their attraction because Christian is a college graduate who comes from an affluent family made of money, while he barely has two pennies to rub together. Christian, on the other hand, can’t get Patrick off his mind, and will prove that although they are opposites in every way, their desires for one another can’t be ignored.
Soon these two are embarking on a secret love affair. But when an ex-boyfriend of Patrick’s comes back to claim him, Christian will do whatever he can to keep Patrick as his own.
“Let me be blunt here. What the hell is going on, Jennings? Is this the wine talking, or are you just horny and need some random guy to get you off?”
Christian frowned and removed his hand. “I take offense at that. I’m not trolling some bathhouse looking to get my rocks off. You can’t deny there’s something going on between us. I felt it when we met in my office.”
“I think it’s the wine talking. I’m not available for what you want. I don’t have…. Listen, I just ended a bad relationship and I’m not ready for another. Okay?”
Christian gave him a pointed stare and raised an eyebrow. “Really? I think it’s an excuse. You can’t tell me you don’t feel our attraction for each other.”
Patrick was at a loss for words. He was ready to explode, and his heart was racing. And it didn’t help that Christian kept looking at him like he wanted to lick him from head and toe. When Christian moved forward and inserted his knee near his crotch, Patrick couldn’t take it any longer. He needed to leave before he reached across the table and started kissing the life out of this man who made him feel way off center.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” He slid out of the booth. Christian held out his hand, but he moved away before Christian could stop him. As he made his way to the bathroom, he spotted the exit door through which Tonya had made her escape.
He pushed the door open and strode out to a dark alley. Seeing no one, he ducked behind an out-of-order phone booth and leaned against the brick wall. He closed his eyes, took some deep breaths, and cupped his crotch. The slight cool autumn air ruffled his hair. He couldn’t believe he was actually considering it, but maybe if he took a few minutes to he make himself come, he’d be more in control around Christian.
He opened his eyes when he heard the back door open and the muffled sounds of music. The door closed with a bang, and footsteps shuffled over the pavement.
There was no use in keeping quiet. Christian would find him soon enough. “Over here.”
“Are you feeling well?” Christian stood in front of him.
He sighed. “How did you know I was out here?”
“I watched you leave. Are you feeling okay?” Christian gave his shoulder a light squeeze.
He swallowed as Christian’s thumb brushed over his collar bone. “I’m not feeling too hot.”
Christian’s licked his bottom lip. “I think I know what can make you feel better.
“What I need is—”
Christian pressed his mouth against Patrick’s and slid his tongue inside. Patrick gasped and spread his fingers across the lean chest. Christian responded by pressing him into the side of the old, rusted phone booth. His knee went between Patrick’s legs and bumped against his groin.
Oh my God. He’s kissing me!
Christian swiped the inside of his mouth with his tongue. “Kiss me back, damn it,” he ordered and bit down on Patrick’s bottom lip.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Patrick whispered as Christian rubbed up against him.
“Just…a few…minutes. Okay?” Christian said between eager kisses.
Ah, why not? He inhaled, wrapped his arms around the older man, and stuck out his tongue to play with Christian’s.