Radio Boys by Sean Michael Read Free Book Online Page B

into Thor’s mouth and tasting.
    Thor opened to him, hands on his hips, tugging him close. “I make sounds when I come, Doc? Me?”
    Snuggling close, Paul nodded. “Little ones. Sexy as fuck.”
    Thor chuckled and gave him another kiss, this one quick. “Let’s get out of the pool. I need to check the ph and put in some chemicals -- you wouldn’t believe the bodily fluids that wind up in this water.”
    “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.” He grinned and followed Thor’s lead. “Just point me to a chair and I’ll sit and wait.”
    Thor guided him over to the stairs, putting his hands on the railing. “It’ll only take me a minute or two. I just don’t want to forget or we’ll get in tomorrow and I’ll have to make them do calisthenics while the chemicals dilute.”
    “No stress.” He made his way up the stairs and sat at the top of the ledge. Paul rested and listened to Thor move around, water splashing near his feet.
    It wasn’t very long at all before a hand fell on his shoulder, warm and familiar. “All right, Doc, I’m all finished up for the night. Let’s get changed and get you into my bed.”
    “Sounds like an excellent plan.”
    He stood and followed easily. He still didn’t trust the water, but he did trust Thor, trusted him enough to meet him halfway.
    Chapter Five
    Coming in the pool had taken the edge off and Thor managed to not jump Paul again in his office, in the car back to his place, or the minute he opened the door to his apartment. Instead, he gallantly offered his arm and asked if Paul wanted the two-cent tour to familiarize himself with the place.
    “Hey, I’ll even pay for the nickel tour.” Paul wrapped his hand around Thor’s arm, a look of concentration on his face. “We’re at the front door, right?”
    “Yeah and there’s a hallway right in front of us -- it’s clear all the way down to the kitchen with doors on the right hand side. Each one lets into a different room -- living room, bedroom, bathroom and then, like I said, kitchen at the end.”
    He took Paul around the small apartment, apologizing for stuff that was in the way and naming each piece of furniture as they went by it. Soon enough they were in the small kitchen and he sat Paul at the breakfast table.
    “You want some supper? I make a mean spaghetti. Or we could, you know, order something later and just go make like rabbits.”
    Paul’s hands moved over the table, finding the salt and pepper shakers, the stacks of bills, the little jar of toothpicks. “I’d love something to drink and honestly? I vote we order in later.” Paul chuckled, the sound low and rumbling and sexy. “Besides, you owe me breakfast from that first night, remember, Coach?”
    “I remember. I remember we tried several times to go to IHOP and got stalled before we got out the door each time.” He chuckled, the memory making him hard. “I’ve got pop, water and coffee if you want to take the time for me to make it.”
    “Water. Save the coffee for breakfast.” Paul tilted his head. “I smell something good -- cinnamon?”
    “Cinnamon? I don’t know -- I warmed up some buns from the bakery today and they had cinnamon in them. You’ve got a pretty good sniffer on you.” He opened a couple of bottles of water and set one down against Paul’s hand, sitting across from his lover.
    “Yeah, I rely on it a lot.” Paul’s fingers slid up the bottle, almost stroking it. “Like you -- I can smell you in my bed now.”
    Thor’s cock went from interested to outright gotta have him now hungry. “Fuck, Paul... You’re going to have me creaming in my shorts.”
    An eyebrow appeared over black glasses. “What? I’m just sitting, Coach!”
    “And talking, and not just talking, but saying sexy things. Not to mention that thing you’re doing with the bottle...”
    “The bottle?” Those long fingers slid up and down again, Paul’s tongue sliding out to lick pink lips.
    Thor groaned. “Paul... are you finished your