M/M, Anal Sex
Where there’s smoke, there’s bound to be fire.
Matt Holt likes his quiet life. He works at a sex shop and writes taglines for porn movies. In his spare time, he surfs. The jobs pay the bills, but don’t offer much in the way of romance. When a broken door allows smoke from the California wild fires into his apartment, he gets to do more than just chat with his next-door neighbor.
Adam Cook has had a thing for Matt since the first day he saw the blond surfer. He’s been waiting for an excuse to have more than a casual conversation with Matt. The fires aren’t a good reason to celebrate, but when Matt ends up at his door, he’s willing to stir the smoke up into a blazing fire.
Will Matt’s insecurity push Adam away or will the smoke bring them together for more than a white-hot night?
©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
“My sliding door broke. The handle’s jammed up, and I can’t get the sliding door closed. I tried tape and I closed the curtain, but I’ll be honest. My mechanical skills suck.”
“Why don’t you come over? Grab what you need for now, and when the landlord comes up to fix it, you can go back. It’s better than gagging to death.” Adam stepped away from the wall and opened his apartment door. “I guarantee my place is smoke-free.”
“You’re sure?” He didn’t want to impose, but he had been interested in spending more time with his neighbor. Other than chance meetings in the hallway and the rare conversations downstairs in the laundry room, they’d barely been around each other.
“Positive.” Adam smiled. “I could use the company.”
“Then let me get my laptop and my phone.” He headed back into his apartment. The smoke wasn’t much worse than when he’d left, but it was bad enough. He tucked his laptop, the cord, his phone and charger, as well as his wallet into his shoulder bag. Did he need anything else? The movie he was supposed to review and write the blurb for…shit. As long as he was over at Adam’s, he wouldn’t be able to watch it. Like Adam would be cool with viewing a gay ménage? He shook his head and slid the movie into the back pocket of his bag then headed over to Adam’s. Before he left, he locked his door. A streak of giddiness shot through him.Was he excited to spend time with Adam?
Excited didn’t begin to describe his feelings. Every time he looked at Adam, naughty thoughts entered his head. Adam stood a couple of inches shorter than Matt’s six feet of height, but what he lacked in stature, he made up for in sexiness. Adam reminded Matt of a movie star. From his perfectly styled, straight-out-of-bed hair, those deep brown eyes, and the little scar that reminded Matt of a dimple, down his toned body to his feet, he’d featured prominently in Matt’s fantasies. He wanted Adam as his partner in bed—or anywhere really. Was that crazy? Probably, but he’d done other things just as kooky.