Chapter Ten

Kevin

I'd been looking forward to our playdate that evening, and we'd even been chatting about it all week mostly via text, so when the phone rang and the screen showed Reid's name, I picked up ready to hear his voice. And then everything changed. He had called to cancel our plans, and for a moment, my disappointment surged to the fore, but when I learned the reason I immediately offered to help.

He'd enjoyed the burger the other night, so I stopped on the way over to bring the best burgers in town, in my opinion, from the little place a few blocks from home that also made sweet potato fries to die for. With a plumbing problem, Reid would not want to be cooking dinner and might like to try something from the neighborhood. When we were out on our date, I'd mentioned the place and learned he hadn't been there yet—so no time like the present to ply him with bacon-avocado cheeseburgers. And, I was able to find a parking place right in front of his house.

Reid opened the door and came out to greet me before I'd even turned off the engine. I handed him the bag of dinner and climbed out of the car. "I brought those burgers I told you about. How have you managed to miss Carnie's?"

He opened the bag and took a deep whiff. "Mmm. Well, to be fair, I haven't been here long, but if they taste half as good as they smell, I may have to start eating there every night."

I chuckled, following him toward the house. "Well, maybe don't go that far because I don't think they make anything the Surgeon General would recommend for good health."

"I could have a salad with it?" His laughter followed him into the house, as did I. "Let's go to the kitchen and eat all of this."

"You don't want to fix the plumbing first?" I teased. Not that I expected him to say yes. Nobody in their right mind would allow the tasty, crispy sweet potato fries to turn into soggy strips of vegetable matter.

"And let our dinner go cold? What kind of a host would I be if I did that?" He set the bag on the table in the middle of the room and waved to the chairs. "Sit wherever you like, and I'll get us some plates and drinks." He opened the refrigerator and peered inside. "What would you like? I have water, milk, tea, beer?"

"Well not beer until we finish our job. Got sparkling water?"

"I think so." He moved a few cans around and then pulled out a cobalt-blue bottle. "Here we go. Want a glass?"

"No, the bottle is fine." I took a seat and tore the bag open, removing the burgers and shaking the fries out onto the brown paper. "We're casual."

"Then it's paper plates. Very casual."

"Makes perfect sense to me." I picked up a fry and bit into it, the sweet saltiness awakening my taste buds. "So, while we eat, tell me what happened?" I wasn't a plumber, but I'd owned my home for quite a while and learned some things.

"I came home and found the kitchen faucet spraying into the sink. So, I turned off the water and called you."

"Did you pick up everything on the list, or do we need to go to the home store after we eat?" I actually loved shopping for that sort of thing.

"I got it on the way home. I just hope that's the only problem."

"Well, we'll find out." I picked up my burger and admired the ratio of meat to cheese to avocado. "This isn't going to be that hard. We've got this."

And we did, eventually. Whoever installed the pipe had been a DIYer from the looks of things. A lot of this place had DIY vibes. Reid's late uncle's home needed a lot of work before he could put it on the market, if he did. I couldn't help hoping that he would decide to stick around, even if it was early days between us.

When water was once again flowing only through the pipe and not the joint, the floor drain was flowing well, and we'd cleaned up the room area, Reid produced a quart of premium chocolate ice cream with peanut butter ribbons and toffee bits and two spoons. "Should I get bowls?"

"Only if you don't think we'll finish it. That's the two-person size, right?"

He grinned and started for the living room. "Sometimes, it's a single serving. But since you've been so nice to me, I'm going to share."

We settled on the sofa and opened the ice cream, delving in with our spoons.

"I'm so lucky you knew how to fix that. You saved me both the cost and time of a plumber."

"I bought my house in much worse shape than this one and fixed it up myself."

"Really?" He dipped out some more ice cream. "You must really enjoy this kind of thing."

"I do now, but then, I didn't know anything about home repairs. I just knew I didn't want to waste money paying rent, and it was the best I could afford. At first, I thought I'd pay contractors to do it all, but I was getting really high quotes on each job, and then I'd watch a YouTube or two and think…maybe I can do it myself. So I did. But not without some real learning experiences along the way."

"What do you think of this place? I mean in terms of fixing it up for sale or…or whatever?" He plopped the spoonful in his mouth, eyes half closing in ecstasy. "I've done a lot of the cleanup, but it feels like every time I get something done, I find things I'd like to improve on."

My cock swelled.

"From what I can see, it has good bones. Were you thinking of hiring a general to supervise the trades?"

He shrugged. "I was thinking maybe with a little guidance I could work on it myself. Maybe."

"Depends on how long you have if you plan to leave, but if you've got the time, I'm sure you can do it."

"Food for thought."

Together, we finished the ice cream and then one thing led to another, and before I knew it, we were making out like teenagers. I was, however, congratulating myself on my self-control until Reid took my hand and laid it on his bulge. "Please?"

I didn't ask for clarification. Because no matter what he asked for, I couldn't say no to this man. Instead, I slid off the couch onto my knees and unbuttoned his jeans. Withdrew his long, hot cock, and closed my fist around it. I looked up and met his gaze.

"Yes, please," he sighed, and I lapped the sparkling droplet of precum from his bulbous head. "Yes."

I took him at his word, able to grant what he wanted, and inserted his cock into my mouth. I wanted more, wanted everything, but before we spent a full night in one another's arms, we had more time to spend together, learn if we were as good a match as daddy/little as we were dating and doing plumbing. But I gave him—gave us—this much. His fingers tangling in my hair, moans encouraging me to take him deeper…all of it was a taste of what we might have later. But for now…sucking him off was incredible.

As he writhed beneath me, I deep throated him, the tip as deep as I could take without my gag reflex activating, sucking, licking, nibbling, and then he stilled, hips bucked upward, and hot cum poured into me. I drank every drop then licked him clean before tucking him gently back into his pants and climbing back onto the sofa to gather him in my arms.

"What about you?" he whispered.

"Soon enough," I replied, stroking his hair. "After we play."