Shiny! by Amy Lane Read Free Book Online Page A

William Charles Lafferty—”
    “Wow.”
    “Very white.”
    “You’re saying.”
    Will raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve seen my stomach. Lizard bellies have better tans.”
    Kenny started to laugh, and Will punched in the rest of his info and pressed Save. He handed Kenny’s phone back and started searching for his shoes. “By the doorway,” Kenny supplied. “Your keys are hanging on the little peg.” He checked his own pockets with a jingle and suddenly seemed in an all-fired hurry to get out of there. “There’s a clean toothbrush by the sink, and I really need to run. Don’t forget to lock up when you’re done.” He took a few steps toward the door, opened it, and said, “The package on your shoes is yours. In case you forgot.”
    And then he disappeared, closing the door a little harder than Will expected.
    Package?
    Will made use of the toothbrush and splashed a little water on his face. This was the guest bathroom, and he liked it. White tile, frost-green walls, little seashells. The hand soap smelled like spring rain. He was tempted to venture into Kenny’s inner sanctum just so he could smell whatever it was Kenny had been wearing on his skin, because that smell… it sort of surrounded Will, even through the hangover. It was sweet, earthy, exotic—it had been all Will could do not to hold Kenny still, stick his nose into the hollow of Kenny’s neck, and just breathe deep to see if it was even better when warmed by Kenny’s body heat.
    He shivered, set his toothbrush down in the little holder, and rinsed his mouth, feeling better. That would be sort of a violation, he thought firmly, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to see Kenny’s bedroom. Just… well… to wonder where all those things in the road had gone. And to imagine how they got there.
    He shook his head and winced. It was just, well, he didn’t remember much after they’d left the bar. They’d gone driving somewhere, and Will had kept talking, and Kenny had kept talking, and the things they’d talked about—well, Will couldn’t remember. But he did remember what he’d thought about when they’d been talking, and what he’d thought about was Kenny, naked, with that stretchy rubber thing around his cock and balls and the glittery thing up his ass.
    That sounded simple, and really nasty, but the picture in his head? Kenny, his pointed face lax with happiness, his quirky grin softened and sly, and his trim little body stretched out, wanton, naked….
    Thinking about it now was making Will tingle with embarrassment.
    Right? That was embarrassment, wasn’t it?
    Did embarrassment give you a semi?
    Or full-on wood?
    Because right now, leaning against Kenny’s counter, he was fully, painfully erect, for maybe the first time in months.
    He backed away and tried to think about something else— anything else. Losing his job, his mother’s cat, Denise—oh, there you go. Limp as a politician’s moral code.
    Will took a step back from the counter and looked at himself in the mirror, wondering why his image didn’t change. Same dorky hair, same fat, pink mouth, same big nose. Shouldn’t he look different? Look smarter? Skinnier? More hip? Kenny looked hip—cute and perky and hip. Didn’t that come with the….
    Will shied away from the thought and ran away from the mirror as though it would be that easy to run away from his thoughts.
    His shoes were in the hallway, right under the small tiger-striped boutique bag with a short note on a series of green Post-its.
     
If the interest was just the beer, feel free to throw this away and forget it ever happened. If not, I’ll field any questions—Kenny
     
    Will looked inside the bag, wary of the high-gloss crinkle.
    And almost died.
     
     
    T HE BAG sat next to him in the car, and by the time he’d made it through Saturday morning traffic, he could swear it was talking to him. ( Holy crap! It was wall-to-wall old people. Did any of them drive over the speed limit?)
    He