“Okay, sure. I’ll close up. No problem.” Cory hung up the phone, scowling. He hated
closing the shop, especially when he wasn’t supposed to have to do it. He couldn’t say
no, though. That’s what he got for working for his older brother. Still, working here got
him free room and board while he finished up his last year of college, so he couldn’t
complain. Much.
He directed a baleful glare at the clock above the bakery’s counter. Ten minutes to
nine. He’d be able to lock the door in just a few minutes. Cleaning up and counting the
money would take longer, but it wouldn’t be too bad. If he went back and started
cleaning now, he could leave sooner.
Pleased with the plan, he headed to the back and started on the stainless steel
counters.
Five minutes later, the bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of a customer.
He huffed out an annoyed breath. Who the hell came into a bakery at five minutes to
nine? Knowing his luck, it would be some jerk wanting a customized birthday cake iced
in just a few minutes.
Wiping his hands on his apron, he stalked to the register. A lone man stood before the
display case, looking over the offerings inside it. In his least helpful voice, Cory said,
“Can I help you?”
The customer lifted his head and offered Cory a tentative smile. “I’m sorry to come in
so late. I just really needed some coffee and something sweet.”
Cory immediately felt bad for snapping. Kyle was one of their regular customers, a
young doctor from the local hospital. He’d never been anything but nice to Cory, and
he was cute, too. Cory had spent the past couple of months admiring his tall, sleek
physique and his big hazel eyes, made even larger by his glasses.
Tonight Kyle’s exhausted, drawn face told Cory he must have had a bad day. If coffee
and a donut would help, Cory was more than happy to provide them. Hell, he’d provide
a lot more than that, if he thought Kyle wanted him to. He smiled. “Hey, Kyle. Rough
day?”
Kyle shrugged, but his expression was anything but nonchalant. “The victims of a
really bad multi-car accident came in. We couldn’t save them all.”
Cory didn’t know what to say to that. “Oh, wow. That sucks.” He poured some coffee
into a mug and handed it across the counter. “What else can I get you?” How about
me?
Kyle’s gaze raked him up and down, and for a brief moment, Cory thought Kyle would
say something along those lines. Unfortunately, all the doctor said was, “I’d love a
glazed donut. I know they’re bad for me, but they’re so good I can’t resist.”
I’ve got some things you wouldn’t be able to resist. Stifling his ridiculous thoughts,
Cory selected the biggest, most sugary-looking donut he could see and passed it to
Kyle.
Kyle grinned. “Thanks, Cory. I guess I’d better take my sugar fix and get out of your
hair. How much?”
"On the house.” Some little devil in his head made him add, “You don’t have to rush
off. I don’t mind if you hang out a bit while I close.”
Kyle seemed to consider for a moment, and then he shrugged. “Okay. Thanks.” He
took his mug and donut and wandered over to the table nearest the counter.
A quick glance at the clock told Cory what he wanted to know. He rounded the
counter, throwing a smile over his shoulder at Kyle as he strode across the floor to the
door. “Closing time. I don’t want any stragglers coming in.” He turned the lock and
flipped the sign from “Open” to “Closed.”
“Other than me, you mean?”
Cory winked. “You’re not a straggler. You’re a loyal regular.”
Kyle laughed. “You don’t have to butter me up. The donuts alone would keep me
coming back.” He bit into the donut, closing his eyes in exaggerated bliss.
Cory stopped and stared, transfixed by Kyle’s expression. A bit of glaze lingered on
Kyle’s lips, and Cory wondered if he could make that blissful look stay by licking it off.
Not that he would ever do such a thing, of course. Kyle was a customer. Not to
mention several years older, and probably straight.
Even so, he found himself walking over to the table. He surprised himself by sitting
down—next to Kyle, not across from him. What was he doing? He should get up and
get back to work, but that would look dumb after he’d just come over here. To cover
his sudden nervous confusion, Cory asked, “Do you like working at the hospital?”
Kyle looked up from his coffee, his big eyes serious. “Most of the time. Sometimes,
like tonight, it’s tough.” Apparently oblivious to Cory’s discomfort, he took another bite
of his donut.
Kyle’s tongue swiped across his lower lip to catch a stray bit of glaze. Cory tried not to
stare, but he couldn’t help it. Even Kyle’s throat working as he took a gulp of his coffee
was sexy.
At last Kyle finished his donut. He looked at his sticky fingers for a moment, and then
he laughed and started to lick the sugar off them. Cory thought he would die right then
and there.
“Need any help with that?”
Oh, shit. He couldn’t possibly have said that out loud.
Kyle froze, his wide eyes telling Cory he had indeed spoken his thoughts.
Shit, shit, shit. For a long, awkward moment, neither of them said a word. Cory felt
heat creeping up his face. “Wow. That was dumb, even for me.” He cringed, wishing
the ground would open up and swallow him. “I’m sorry. Sometimes my mouth gets
ahead of my brain.”
He started to stand, but Kyle’s next words stopped him. “Are you taking back your
offer?”
“Wh…what?” Cory gaped at the other man, certain he couldn’t have heard what he
thought he had.
Kyle leaned forward until they were only inches apart. “You asked me if I need any
help. Well, I do.” He held out his still-messy hand. “You wouldn’t want a loyal regular
to be disappointed in your service, would you?”
“No, of course not.” Cory scanned Kyle’s face for any sign the man was joking. He
saw none. An almost giddy feeling filled him at Kyle’s intent expression. He could
hardly believe Kyle might want him too.
Trying not to grin like a fool, he caught Kyle’s wrist. “Let me just take care of this for
you, then.”
Cory brought Kyle’s hand to his mouth. He cleaned the glaze from Kyle’s fingers with
long, slow swipes of his tongue, starting with the pinkie. When he reached Kyle’s index
finger, he took it into his mouth and sucked lightly.
Kyle groaned, his eyes falling half-closed. “Cory…”
The sweep of Cory’s tongue over Kyle’s captive finger turned the other man’s words
into a sharp gasp. He released Kyle’s finger with a pop, grinning. “I think I got it all
from your hand, but I’m not finished.”
“Oh?”
“You’ve still got some right…here.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue along Kyle’s
bottom lip, tasting glaze and coffee and man. At first Kyle sat stock-still, but after a
moment his lips parted, and he kissed Cory back, spearing his hands into Cory’s hair.
Their tongues tangled as the kiss deepened. Cory trailed his fingertips along Kyle’s
jaw, down his neck, to his chest. He wanted more, a lot more. Pulling back just
enough to break the kiss, he whispered, “How am I doing so far?”
Kyle rubbed his chin, pretending to think. “That was pretty good, but I’m still not
completely satisfied.”
He had to smile. “I can’t let one of our best customers leave unsatisfied. We’re all
about service here.”
The remark, or maybe his suggestive tone, made Kyle laugh. “Good. Service away.”
After weeks of seeing Kyle at the bakery and thinking about all the things he’d like to do
to him, Cory couldn’t believe he was about to get exactly what he’d wanted. “I thought
you’d never ask.”
Slipping out of his chair, he pushed the table back and knelt on the floor between Kyle’
s legs. Kyle gazed down at him, anticipation and heat in his eyes. Those big hazel
eyes widened even further as Cory ran his hands up Kyle’s jean-clad thighs. He kept
his hands moving until he hit Kyle’s waistband, where he made quick work of the button
and zipper.
The hot, stiff cock that popped out was everything he could have hoped for. He smiled
up at Kyle. “Nice.”
The other man might have wanted to reply, but he never got the chance, because Cory
took Kyle’s cock into his mouth. He gripped the base of Kyle’s cock with one hand, and
used the other to fondle the man’s balls, rolling them gently.
Whimpering, Kyle brought a hand up to twine into his hair. “God, Cory, that’s so good.”
He wanted to make it even better. On each upstroke, he rolled his tongue over the
head of Kyle’s dick. Within a couple of minutes Kyle’s hips were rocking up to meet his
mouth. He opened his throat as much as he could, welcoming the motion.
The tension in Kyle’s body warned him the man was close. He continued to suck,
bobbing faster to drive Kyle over the edge. Kyle moaned. “I’m gonna come.”
He didn’t pull off. Instead, he redoubled his efforts. Kyle’s cock throbbed, and then he
was coming. Cory swallowed the bittersweet fluid, sucking until Kyle was completely
spent.
Finally he released Kyle’s cock and looked up. The other man was staring down at him
through half-closed eyelids. “Wow, Cory. That was…wow.”
He grinned. “I live to serve.”
A slow smile lit Kyle’s face. “And you do it so well.” He reached down to stroke his
fingertips over Cory’s swollen lips. “Now it’s my turn. What would you like?”
Oh man. What wouldn’t he like? “I’d really like to fuck you.”
“Do you have a condom?”
This was really going to happen. He nodded. “And lube.” He wasn’t much for random
hookups, but he still carried a condom and a small packet of lube in his jacket, just in
case. “I’ll go get the stuff.”
Without another word, Kyle stood, pushed his jeans down over his slim hips, and put
his palms down on the table. Cory nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight. After a
second of staring, he snapped himself out of his trance and jumped up to go grab the
condom and lube.
He rushed to the back, grabbed the supplies out of his jacket pocket, and strode back
to the table. Kyle stood waiting for him. Over his shoulder, Kyle muttered, “Hurry.”
Cory hurried. He ripped open the tiny pack of lube and slicked up two fingers, pressing
them into Kyle’s tight passage. He twisted and scissored them, opening Kyle up as
quickly as he could without hurting him. Kyle pushed back toward him, moaning.
God, he wanted to fuck Kyle so badly. “Ready?”
“Yes, now, please.”
The desperation in Kyle’s voice matched his own. He opened the condom packet and
sheathed himself, then slowly pushed into Kyle’s body. He was close already. The
blow job he’d given, and getting Kyle ready, had put him near the edge. He gripped
Kyle’s slim hips and thrust fast and hard. The pleasure of it made his head spin. The
only thing that would make it better was if Kyle came again. He reached around and
gripped Kyle’s dick, finding it hard again.
“Come with me.” He stroked Kyle in time to his thrusts.
“Cory!”
Kyle’s body tightened around him as his lover came into his hand. He cried out as well,
his orgasm bursting from him with a force that surprised him. Then he leaned against
Kyle’s back, worn out.
A few minutes later, Kyle laughed softly. “I’ve never had better service at a bakery. Or
anywhere else, for that matter.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Kyle’s neck. “Good.” He paused for a moment,
feeling warm and good and hopeful. “Does that mean you’ll be back for
more…donuts?”
Kyle turned his head to smile at him. “I’ll be back for a lot more than that, if you’ll let
me.”
His next kiss landed on Kyle’s lips. “I’d like that.”
Kyle’s smile widened. “Why don’t I help you finish up here, and maybe we can go to
my place?”
“Great plan.” Cory grinned. He’d never had so much fun after hours. To think he’d
been annoyed when Kyle first came in, and now he couldn’t be happier. Next time he
saw his brother, he’d be thanking him. Having to work late tonight had turned out to be
better than he could have dreamed.
©2009 by Cassandra Gold
closing the shop, especially when he wasn’t supposed to have to do it. He couldn’t say
no, though. That’s what he got for working for his older brother. Still, working here got
him free room and board while he finished up his last year of college, so he couldn’t
complain. Much.
He directed a baleful glare at the clock above the bakery’s counter. Ten minutes to
nine. He’d be able to lock the door in just a few minutes. Cleaning up and counting the
money would take longer, but it wouldn’t be too bad. If he went back and started
cleaning now, he could leave sooner.
Pleased with the plan, he headed to the back and started on the stainless steel
counters.
Five minutes later, the bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of a customer.
He huffed out an annoyed breath. Who the hell came into a bakery at five minutes to
nine? Knowing his luck, it would be some jerk wanting a customized birthday cake iced
in just a few minutes.
Wiping his hands on his apron, he stalked to the register. A lone man stood before the
display case, looking over the offerings inside it. In his least helpful voice, Cory said,
“Can I help you?”
The customer lifted his head and offered Cory a tentative smile. “I’m sorry to come in
so late. I just really needed some coffee and something sweet.”
Cory immediately felt bad for snapping. Kyle was one of their regular customers, a
young doctor from the local hospital. He’d never been anything but nice to Cory, and
he was cute, too. Cory had spent the past couple of months admiring his tall, sleek
physique and his big hazel eyes, made even larger by his glasses.
Tonight Kyle’s exhausted, drawn face told Cory he must have had a bad day. If coffee
and a donut would help, Cory was more than happy to provide them. Hell, he’d provide
a lot more than that, if he thought Kyle wanted him to. He smiled. “Hey, Kyle. Rough
day?”
Kyle shrugged, but his expression was anything but nonchalant. “The victims of a
really bad multi-car accident came in. We couldn’t save them all.”
Cory didn’t know what to say to that. “Oh, wow. That sucks.” He poured some coffee
into a mug and handed it across the counter. “What else can I get you?” How about
me?
Kyle’s gaze raked him up and down, and for a brief moment, Cory thought Kyle would
say something along those lines. Unfortunately, all the doctor said was, “I’d love a
glazed donut. I know they’re bad for me, but they’re so good I can’t resist.”
I’ve got some things you wouldn’t be able to resist. Stifling his ridiculous thoughts,
Cory selected the biggest, most sugary-looking donut he could see and passed it to
Kyle.
Kyle grinned. “Thanks, Cory. I guess I’d better take my sugar fix and get out of your
hair. How much?”
"On the house.” Some little devil in his head made him add, “You don’t have to rush
off. I don’t mind if you hang out a bit while I close.”
Kyle seemed to consider for a moment, and then he shrugged. “Okay. Thanks.” He
took his mug and donut and wandered over to the table nearest the counter.
A quick glance at the clock told Cory what he wanted to know. He rounded the
counter, throwing a smile over his shoulder at Kyle as he strode across the floor to the
door. “Closing time. I don’t want any stragglers coming in.” He turned the lock and
flipped the sign from “Open” to “Closed.”
“Other than me, you mean?”
Cory winked. “You’re not a straggler. You’re a loyal regular.”
Kyle laughed. “You don’t have to butter me up. The donuts alone would keep me
coming back.” He bit into the donut, closing his eyes in exaggerated bliss.
Cory stopped and stared, transfixed by Kyle’s expression. A bit of glaze lingered on
Kyle’s lips, and Cory wondered if he could make that blissful look stay by licking it off.
Not that he would ever do such a thing, of course. Kyle was a customer. Not to
mention several years older, and probably straight.
Even so, he found himself walking over to the table. He surprised himself by sitting
down—next to Kyle, not across from him. What was he doing? He should get up and
get back to work, but that would look dumb after he’d just come over here. To cover
his sudden nervous confusion, Cory asked, “Do you like working at the hospital?”
Kyle looked up from his coffee, his big eyes serious. “Most of the time. Sometimes,
like tonight, it’s tough.” Apparently oblivious to Cory’s discomfort, he took another bite
of his donut.
Kyle’s tongue swiped across his lower lip to catch a stray bit of glaze. Cory tried not to
stare, but he couldn’t help it. Even Kyle’s throat working as he took a gulp of his coffee
was sexy.
At last Kyle finished his donut. He looked at his sticky fingers for a moment, and then
he laughed and started to lick the sugar off them. Cory thought he would die right then
and there.
“Need any help with that?”
Oh, shit. He couldn’t possibly have said that out loud.
Kyle froze, his wide eyes telling Cory he had indeed spoken his thoughts.
Shit, shit, shit. For a long, awkward moment, neither of them said a word. Cory felt
heat creeping up his face. “Wow. That was dumb, even for me.” He cringed, wishing
the ground would open up and swallow him. “I’m sorry. Sometimes my mouth gets
ahead of my brain.”
He started to stand, but Kyle’s next words stopped him. “Are you taking back your
offer?”
“Wh…what?” Cory gaped at the other man, certain he couldn’t have heard what he
thought he had.
Kyle leaned forward until they were only inches apart. “You asked me if I need any
help. Well, I do.” He held out his still-messy hand. “You wouldn’t want a loyal regular
to be disappointed in your service, would you?”
“No, of course not.” Cory scanned Kyle’s face for any sign the man was joking. He
saw none. An almost giddy feeling filled him at Kyle’s intent expression. He could
hardly believe Kyle might want him too.
Trying not to grin like a fool, he caught Kyle’s wrist. “Let me just take care of this for
you, then.”
Cory brought Kyle’s hand to his mouth. He cleaned the glaze from Kyle’s fingers with
long, slow swipes of his tongue, starting with the pinkie. When he reached Kyle’s index
finger, he took it into his mouth and sucked lightly.
Kyle groaned, his eyes falling half-closed. “Cory…”
The sweep of Cory’s tongue over Kyle’s captive finger turned the other man’s words
into a sharp gasp. He released Kyle’s finger with a pop, grinning. “I think I got it all
from your hand, but I’m not finished.”
“Oh?”
“You’ve still got some right…here.” He leaned forward and ran his tongue along Kyle’s
bottom lip, tasting glaze and coffee and man. At first Kyle sat stock-still, but after a
moment his lips parted, and he kissed Cory back, spearing his hands into Cory’s hair.
Their tongues tangled as the kiss deepened. Cory trailed his fingertips along Kyle’s
jaw, down his neck, to his chest. He wanted more, a lot more. Pulling back just
enough to break the kiss, he whispered, “How am I doing so far?”
Kyle rubbed his chin, pretending to think. “That was pretty good, but I’m still not
completely satisfied.”
He had to smile. “I can’t let one of our best customers leave unsatisfied. We’re all
about service here.”
The remark, or maybe his suggestive tone, made Kyle laugh. “Good. Service away.”
After weeks of seeing Kyle at the bakery and thinking about all the things he’d like to do
to him, Cory couldn’t believe he was about to get exactly what he’d wanted. “I thought
you’d never ask.”
Slipping out of his chair, he pushed the table back and knelt on the floor between Kyle’
s legs. Kyle gazed down at him, anticipation and heat in his eyes. Those big hazel
eyes widened even further as Cory ran his hands up Kyle’s jean-clad thighs. He kept
his hands moving until he hit Kyle’s waistband, where he made quick work of the button
and zipper.
The hot, stiff cock that popped out was everything he could have hoped for. He smiled
up at Kyle. “Nice.”
The other man might have wanted to reply, but he never got the chance, because Cory
took Kyle’s cock into his mouth. He gripped the base of Kyle’s cock with one hand, and
used the other to fondle the man’s balls, rolling them gently.
Whimpering, Kyle brought a hand up to twine into his hair. “God, Cory, that’s so good.”
He wanted to make it even better. On each upstroke, he rolled his tongue over the
head of Kyle’s dick. Within a couple of minutes Kyle’s hips were rocking up to meet his
mouth. He opened his throat as much as he could, welcoming the motion.
The tension in Kyle’s body warned him the man was close. He continued to suck,
bobbing faster to drive Kyle over the edge. Kyle moaned. “I’m gonna come.”
He didn’t pull off. Instead, he redoubled his efforts. Kyle’s cock throbbed, and then he
was coming. Cory swallowed the bittersweet fluid, sucking until Kyle was completely
spent.
Finally he released Kyle’s cock and looked up. The other man was staring down at him
through half-closed eyelids. “Wow, Cory. That was…wow.”
He grinned. “I live to serve.”
A slow smile lit Kyle’s face. “And you do it so well.” He reached down to stroke his
fingertips over Cory’s swollen lips. “Now it’s my turn. What would you like?”
Oh man. What wouldn’t he like? “I’d really like to fuck you.”
“Do you have a condom?”
This was really going to happen. He nodded. “And lube.” He wasn’t much for random
hookups, but he still carried a condom and a small packet of lube in his jacket, just in
case. “I’ll go get the stuff.”
Without another word, Kyle stood, pushed his jeans down over his slim hips, and put
his palms down on the table. Cory nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight. After a
second of staring, he snapped himself out of his trance and jumped up to go grab the
condom and lube.
He rushed to the back, grabbed the supplies out of his jacket pocket, and strode back
to the table. Kyle stood waiting for him. Over his shoulder, Kyle muttered, “Hurry.”
Cory hurried. He ripped open the tiny pack of lube and slicked up two fingers, pressing
them into Kyle’s tight passage. He twisted and scissored them, opening Kyle up as
quickly as he could without hurting him. Kyle pushed back toward him, moaning.
God, he wanted to fuck Kyle so badly. “Ready?”
“Yes, now, please.”
The desperation in Kyle’s voice matched his own. He opened the condom packet and
sheathed himself, then slowly pushed into Kyle’s body. He was close already. The
blow job he’d given, and getting Kyle ready, had put him near the edge. He gripped
Kyle’s slim hips and thrust fast and hard. The pleasure of it made his head spin. The
only thing that would make it better was if Kyle came again. He reached around and
gripped Kyle’s dick, finding it hard again.
“Come with me.” He stroked Kyle in time to his thrusts.
“Cory!”
Kyle’s body tightened around him as his lover came into his hand. He cried out as well,
his orgasm bursting from him with a force that surprised him. Then he leaned against
Kyle’s back, worn out.
A few minutes later, Kyle laughed softly. “I’ve never had better service at a bakery. Or
anywhere else, for that matter.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Kyle’s neck. “Good.” He paused for a moment,
feeling warm and good and hopeful. “Does that mean you’ll be back for
more…donuts?”
Kyle turned his head to smile at him. “I’ll be back for a lot more than that, if you’ll let
me.”
His next kiss landed on Kyle’s lips. “I’d like that.”
Kyle’s smile widened. “Why don’t I help you finish up here, and maybe we can go to
my place?”
“Great plan.” Cory grinned. He’d never had so much fun after hours. To think he’d
been annoyed when Kyle first came in, and now he couldn’t be happier. Next time he
saw his brother, he’d be thanking him. Having to work late tonight had turned out to be
better than he could have dreamed.
©2009 by Cassandra Gold
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