Sweet Treats (MM)
[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M, HFN]
There’s only two things Simon Bello wants: to bake and to be loved. The first he’s got down to a T, the second is just a little more difficult. Simon has a habit of going for the wrong guy. The new manager at his pub is just so dreamy, but then again, so is his neighbor. Simon just doesn’t know what to do. He’s good looking and kind and he’s a good cook, surely he’s a great catch.
Ashley Tonelli keeps to himself. He could work at his father’s bakery or his sister’s bistro but he wants a little independence. Ashley won’t rely on anyone else, it never worked out for him before. He’s just broken up with his boyfriend and isn’t really looking for anyone else right now.
But sometimes, fate might intervene. Well, is it fate or is it that Simon just won’t give up? He’s used to getting what he wants.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“What on earth has got into you?” Kelly’s voice broke me from my thoughts.
“Huh?” I turned to her, wrinkling my nose.
“You’ve been staring off into space all day.” She scoffed, placing a dark-skinned hand on my forehead. “I hope you’re not getting sick now. It’s gonna be a busy one tonight.”
I swiped her hand away and shook my head.
“Eugh, get off, you sound like my mum,” I said with a huff.
Kelly chuckled and continued to place glasses into the dishwasher as I absentmindedly mopped at a clean spot on the bar with a dry cloth. Time for leaning was time for cleaning, as our supervisor always reminded us, and I didn’t want to look like I was slacking, even though I was.
“Anyway, Simon, I was just saying about how fit the new manager is.”
She jerked her head to the side, indicating who she had been talking about. I turned from the bar I had been slouched against. My breath hitched, even though he was dressed in suit trousers and a grey button-down, long-sleeved shirt, I could see he was perfectly toned beneath the crisply ironed outfit. He wasn’t anywhere near the size of Damien, but his clothes were filled with broad shoulders and a gloriously narrow waist.
I took a few deep breaths, hopping the fluttering in my stomach would subside, but it didn’t. I stared at him. His hair was a glossy black and lightly brushed his smooth brow. His eyes were a clear blue that seemed illuminated, even in the dingy, ancient light of the bar. His skin was naturally tanned but still a contrast to his dark locks. A little shorter than me, I fancied he would fit snuggly in my embrace.
I hadn’t realized I had said the words until my friend and work colleague giggled like a naughty school girl. I swallowed hard and clenched my teeth shut to avoid any more ridiculous words escaping.
“I know right,” she breathed, fanning her face mockingly. “He’s hot stuff.”
I cocked my head, observing his feline-like movements with fascination. He was talking animatedly with a pretty woman. My heart began to sink as I gazed at her caroming dark locks that trickled down to her pear-shaped bottom. They clearly knew each other and it was probably very well. Jealousy percolated in my gut seeing the way he gazed into her fresh face. He nodded in all the right places as though he was listening intently to whatever she was drivelling on about.
“Girlfriend,” Kelly said simply as she elbowed my ribs.
She nodded towards the couple who looked quite cozy together. I pursed my lips, of course someone that alluring would be straight, not to mention taken. It seemed they all were. Damien flitted through my mind. Whoever said all the good men were taken or gay was only right with the first half. Don’t get me wrong, I had had my fair share of guys who’d insisted they were heterosexual whilst still sucking my cock.
This guy, however, didn’t strike me as a confused youth who hung around the edges of the dance floor on a night out. I rolled my eyes. It angered me as I had come across far too many of that sort myself. You know the type. You would find them drinking far more than they should, ensuring that when they woke in the morning with the sour taste of semen on their tongue, they wouldn’t remember what had happened. Or at least, they could claim they didn’t.
Once again, I was in my head, imagining how his masculine voice would caress my eardrums. In fact, I was so preoccupied with my imaginary scenarios, I hadn’t seen him leave his lady friend and walk directly up to us. Kelly immediately started fussing about with wiping down the beer pumps that didn’t need cleaning. She coughed loudly, more than once, and, eventually, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle.
“Ouch!” I yelped.
A pair of fingers snapped in front of my eyes.
“Uh, hello?” he repeated.
I focused in on a pair of pretty blue eyes boring into me. Blushing furiously, I did my best to ignore Kelly’s snickering behind me.
“Oh, sorry,” I replied stupidly.
I shook my head although the mist still swilled around inside my skull.
“I was, just, uh…”
I faltered as my eyes met his. His eyebrow arched and he folded his arms across his chest, accentuating the hard pecks hidden beneath his top. I swallowed, doing my best to avoid looking at the two swelling mounds.
“You,” he pointed to Kelly. “Go and restock the fridges.”
He tapped his foot, waiting for her to disappear before continuing. He turned back to me.
“What’s your name?”
“Simon, Simon Bello,” I responded with hot cheeks.
The cold weather felt like a ton of lead dropping on our alcohol woozy bodies as we stumbled out of the pub exit. Ashley leaned heavily against me. He was pretty drunk, considering we had only had two beers each at the bar. I began to wonder how many shots he had when he went to buy the lagers.
“Whoa there, save it for the bedroom,” I half-joked when he tripped head first into my chest.
“Just you wait,” he snorted with a wicked glint in his eyes.
I was fit to burst with the excitement that was running through me, but I managed to hold it together just long enough to start, at least, in the right direction home.
“You know, I don’t usually do this,” Ashley said, wrapping his jacket around himself with a shiver.
I looked at him and blinked but I didn’t say anything. I worried if I did, the moment I had been hoping for would shatter into a million pieces. I just nodded dumbly when he smiled at me. I didn’t really either, well, not for years anyway.
Many times, I felt his hands wander about my arse and down my hips as we briskly walked along. The chill chapped at our faces and fingers. My heart was hammering against the inside of my chest and I was a little breathless but it was nothing to do with the walk home. Eventually, we were at my block of flats. Pushing the door open, I led him up the stairs by the hand, making sure I avoided looking at the boarded up flat number three.
With numb fingers, I fumbled with my keys to let us in, but eventually made it. The walk up had taken far longer than it should have and I was fairly exhausted by the time I got to my own front door, having heaved Ashley up more than half the flights of stairs. The mixture of adrenalin and alcohol made me shudder. I yawned loudly and chuckled when Ashley did the same with a stretch of his arms. It wasn’t even that late, but oh well.
Once inside, I slammed the door shut not leaving more than a second before my lips collided with his with the force of a truck. Damn, he tasted so good. The lager on his breath couldn’t disguise the sweetness of his agile tongue as it lapped over every part of my mouth. Ashley was already hard as stone and his erection ground against me. I hissed as my own pressed harshly against the zip in my impossibly tight denim. I released his face from mine and let out a loud groan. He grinned and pulled me to him, but this time, he began to bite down the chords of my neck. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Ashley, fuck…” I breathed into his ear.
A crackle ran down my spine. I brushed my fingers through his satiny hair. As I nuzzled my nose in the luscious locks and inhaled deeply, I tugged at them lightly. I devoured his mouth again. I just couldn’t get enough. I wanted every part of him. The moan he let out ghosted across my sensitive flesh and I shivered. His stubble rasped along my collar bone as he nipped with sharp teeth and soothed along the welts with his hot tongue.
I shoved Ashley eagerly through the flat and into the bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed, I yanked at the buttons on my shirt and pulled his top up over his head. Placing butterfly kisses along his hard, square jawline, I shivered with anticipation. I was going to explode if I didn’t shuck out of my jeans soon. I was going to enjoy this and I was going to make sure it was a night that Ashley would never forget.
I bit my lip. His hands that had been holding tight to my hips went loose and I looked down to see his eyes were closed. I squinted, his gorgeous face turned to the side. I tipped his chin towards me and covered his mouth with my own, expecting him to reciprocate, but his lips were still. I pulled away and groaned again, but this time from sheer frustration. His chest rose and lowered gently, but other than that, he didn’t move at all.
With a heavy heart, I slid off the beautiful specimen I had pinned between my thighs. My cock gave an agitated twitch and I palmed it through the stiff material. I guess little Simon wasn’t coming out to play tonight then, I thought to myself. Quickly, I pulled his shoes off his feet and tucked his legs up under the quilt. Rolling him onto his side, just in case he’d had a little too much to drink. With a frown, I straightened the sheets around him. Even passed out in an alcoholic stupor, Ashley looked like an Adonis. I brushed his hair back from his pale forehead and placed a chaste kiss in its place. Corny, I know. Removing my own shoes, I gathered up another blanket and stretched out across my old, lumpy couch, ignoring my raging erection.