Gay Pride and Prejudice by Ryan Field

Author:Ryan Field [Field, Ryan]
Language: nld
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Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The next morning Tristan ran into Becket Wiley on the front lawn. Becket was setting up his tile equipment for the day and Tristan was on his way across the street to see if his uncle was feeling any better. Though it was only nine in the morning, Becket had already removed his shirt and his back was dripping with perspiration. He must have been wearing a strong deodorant because there was a spicy, woodsy aroma coming from his body. The waistband of his baggy tan shorts had slipped down so far it was apparent he wasn't wearing underwear that day. Tristan's eyes darted down, then up. He noticed Becket had those well-defined muscles at the base of his abdomen only some men have. They began at each side of his lower waist and slanted down toward his groin. Tristan had to admit one thing: Becket Wiley was the kind of man who could keep a guy warm on the coldest night.

When Becket saw Tristan come out of the house, he looked up from his power saw and smiled. "You're going out early this morning."

"My uncle hurt his back last night at the Wiley house,"

Tristan said. "And they insisted he spend the night in their guest room. I'm going over to check on him." He knew Becket wasn't fond of his cousins across the street, so he didn't mention the dinner party or the fact he'd been there, too.

Though this was none of Becket's business, Tristan didn't want to rub it in his face.

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Gay Pride and Prejudice

by Ryan Field

Glancing at the house across the street, Becket frowned.

His face turned red and he unconsciously clenched his fists.

Then he took a quick breath and bent down to pick something up. "I found these on the front steps this morning." He held up a pair of see- through black boxer briefs and let them dangle from two fingers.

Tristan took a step back and tilted his head to the side.

He'd paid a small fortune for those see-through boxer briefs in a trendy New York boutique. He must have left them on the steps last night when he'd gathered his clothes. It was dark and he'd been so exhausted he hadn't been paying attention. But he didn't want Becket to know they were his briefs, so he shrugged and said, "I can't imagine where they came from."

"I thought they might belong to you," Becket said. He waved them back and forth, then pressed them to his face.

"They smell like you."

"Well, they aren't mine." Tristan put his hands behind his back and crossed his fingers. "I'm not in the habit of discarding my underwear on the front steps, so you just sniffed a stranger's underwear."

"Ick," Becket said, dropping the boxer briefs on the grass with one hand and rubbing his nose with the other. "I thought they were yours. What did I just sniff? Maybe one of the other workers went for a swim and dropped them." That sounded reasonable. "Yes. They were probably wet and he didn't want to put them back on right away.

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