The Tradesman's Entrance by Cameron Vale

Author:Cameron Vale [Vale, Cameron]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Vagabondage Press LLC
Published: 2012-05-27T17:00:00+00:00

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Having poured himself another glassful, Dave takes a heroic slug then contemplates, in silent amusement, the cat’s cradle of confusion Stephen’s fingers are steadily weaving themselves into at his waist.

“Fucksake. Why do they make these things so bloody bastard difficult to undo?”

As Stephen continues to pull frantically at his waistband, tugging his hips forward, Dave bites down on his lip to silence the chuckle trapped in his throat, hell-bent on escape.

“If I break a sodding nail ...”

Dave buries his face again in his wineglass to hide his smile, then manages to pull himself together.

“So, you’ll have a broken nail. So what? Yer such a panic-merchant. Just think of the sense of achievement you’ll have at the end of it all, yeah? Not to mention the sense of relief we’ll both have at the end of it.”

“Yes! Got the bastard.”

The hell-bent chuckle finally finds safe release in response to Stephen’s triumphantly grinning upturned face.

“Well done, Patience. Though why you picked that name, I’ll never know. Never seen someone get in such a pickle over undoing a simple button.”

Stephen’s smile of triumph fades instantly and he drops his head, muttering, “Can’t help it. I’ve always been all fingers and thumbs when I’m nervous.”

For a moment, Dave regards him silently, noting the arms winding around bare chest for comfort, then he sighs and lifts Stephen’s chin, bending down to kiss him gently on the lips.

“You’re such a sensitive bugger, aren’tcha? Fair do’s. I can get a right old stutter going, when the chips are down. One of the reasons I started hanging out with Trevor at school, apart from his God-given ability to drop his trousers at every opportunity, is he didn’t make fun of my stammer. Luckily, it got better as I got older. That, and I learned how to thump people. That wiped the laughter off their smug bastard faces.”

Locking Stephen’s gaze, Dave waits until the smile softening his own lips is returned, then he straightens up, peeling off his vest and tossing it aside before gesturing with both hands at his jeans.

“Well, what’re you waiting for? Don’t be shy. You know I’m not gonna bite. I think I’ve proved that much. Now yer in, pull ’em down, then.”

Gaining confidence from Dave’s encouragement and dragging his gaze from the smooth, hairless plane of his tanned chest, Stephen does as bid, then falls into a silent meditational contemplation of the firm, eye-level bulge in Dave’s Calvin Klein’s. Eventually, the soft tapping of fingertips on his shoulder pulls him out from his trance.

“And the rest.”

Stephen throws Dave a nervous look.

Dave catches it and returns a wink.

Stephen gulps.

Winding his trembling fingers into Dave’s waistband, he takes a deep breath and pulls the underwear to the floor, starting backwards as Dave’s freed erection jumps to instant attention, nearly smacking him on the nose.

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