Naughty Temptations

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Jake stared at the email from Matt, then deleted it unread. Since that disastrous Christmas Eve six weeks ago, when Jake had sat at the bar for hours alone while everyone around him partied with their friends, Matt had texted him, phoned him, left messages and emailed him. Each time he’d mentioned the project his boss had dumped on his desk at the last minute and how sorry he was he’d missed the last bus home.

But Jake wasn’t buying that story. Matt could have brought the work home with him hours earlier and finished it at home after they’d had drinks together. Really, would the boss have cared if it was emailed to him at eleven at night or seven the next morning? The whole point was to have it before start of business Thursday, right? So he and Matt could have had their drinks together, dinner as well, maybe even ended up in bed together, then Matt could have gone home and finished the project at his own speed any time on Christmas Day.

No, Jake wasn’t buying Matt’s excuses. If Matt had truly wanted them to get together it would have happened.

It was just a damn shame his c**k wasn’t listening. Matt was totally delicious. Jake’d been so excited when Matt had looked at him across the crowded dance floor at the gay bar, and had smiled and licked his lips. That was exactly how Jake had been looking at Matt. But people didn’t usually look at Jake like that. He was, well, ordinary. Ordinary light brown hair. Ordinary brown eyes. Average height and weight. One hundred percent boring.

Whereas Matt was a little shorter and a lot more muscular. Matt had black hair and eyes the color of rich, dark chocolate. Eyes that made Jake’s d**k stand up and wave. Eyes that made Jake want to bend over and beg to have his ass f****d.

Not happening.

He’d been so excited about meeting Matt for drinks, so hopeful about how the evening might finish, and where they might end up. And then so heartbroken at being stood up. There was no way, absolutely no way, he would ever risk that much pain and heartbreak ever again.

Jake’s hand rested on his mouse, his index finger itching to click on his email trash icon.

No, no, no!

Jake got up, walked to the water cooler at the other end of the building, and drank a paper cup of cold water. f**k! It was so icy cold it made his teeth ache. Note to self: Do not drink ice water in February, he thought, sucking on his aching teeth.

Jake trudged back to his desk and sat down, still wanting to click on the email. No. He couldn’t bear the pain of rejection. Not again.

Jake clicked to the file he’d been working on, but couldn’t concentrate. What if Matt’s email was important? He shouldn’t just delete it without reading it. Important how? It’s six weeks ago. Over and done with. Time to move on. But Jake couldn’t move on. He wasn’t doing any work either. Finally he went back to his email, opened the trash, and clicked on Matt’s letter.

Dear Jake,

Please give me another chance. I’ve taken off Valentine’s Day from work so nothing can go wrong this time. Meet me at Benny’s for lunch at noon. PLEASE!

Matt.

Jake tapped his finger on the mouse, thinking.

Ah s**t! Now what will I say? Can I really take the risk of being hurt again? How will I feel sitting in the bar alone for hours again if he doesn’t come?

But he’s taken the day off work this time.

So what? He may still miss the bus or forget his wallet.

Jake sat still for the longest time, trying to make up his mind. He almost wished he had a flower on his desk so he could pull the petals off one at a time chanting, “He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me…”

Finally he hit reply, typed, “OK,” and sent the email. It was done. Before he could change his mind, he went into the company online calendar and requested Valentine’s Day off work, too. At least if Matt didn’t turn up this time he could stay in the bar and get blind drunk.

*****

Matt set his alarm for seven a.m. as usual on Valentine’s Day morning, then jumped out of bed, changed his sheets and pillow cases, putting his nicest ones on the bed. Then he vacuumed the bedroom floor, tidied away the few things he’d left lying around, and checked that the living room of his small apartment wasn’t untidy. In the kitchen, he washed his few dishes, wiped his counters clean, and then went and showered.

It was bitterly cold outside, so he’d need to wear a coat, thick socks, and boots, but at least he could wear nice underwear beneath his casual clothes.

Matt collected condoms and lube from the bathroom and placed them in his nightstand drawer, where there was already a bottle of chocolate body paint that he’d bought especially for today with Jake in mind. He couldn’t wait to coat Jake’s c**k and n*****s with the stuff, then lick it off slowly.

Thoughtfully he pulled his toy box out from under the bed and added a paddle and a pair of fleecy handcuffs to the items in his nightstand drawer. If Jake wasn’t interested, that was fine, but he rather thought the other man might enjoy being tied up and spanked. “It’s best to be prepared,” he said out loud, startling himself.

Oh God, he hoped everything went right this time. He’d been so focused on getting the work done for Clauson on Christmas Eve that he’d never stopped to think about alternatives, about other ways to save his evening with Jake and still complete the f*****g data. Well, he’d sure learned from that mistake. He now knew he’d deeply hurt the man he’d wanted to get to know better—much, much better—and no way was he making the same mistakes again. Until he’d lost Jake—even though he’d never really had Jake to lose—he hadn’t realized just how deeply he wanted the man. This time, he was planning every step of the journey to ensure they both ended up in his bed, and then he’d give Jake so many orgasms Jake would have to listen when Matt said he wanted them to become an item.

Matt checked his watch. It was only eleven, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He was heading for the bar right now.

*****

No matter how many times Jake told himself not to get his hopes up, to keep his expectations low so he couldn’t get hurt again, he couldn’t stop his heart beating faster every time he thought about meeting Matt. His c**k was as hard as a rock, pushing the front of his jeans out of shape, and his hands were sweaty with tension despite the cold air.

First he told himself to stay home until at least noon, so he wouldn’t be the one sitting alone, waiting for hours at the bar. Then he told himself he’d stay out in the parking lot until ten after twelve before entering Benny’s. But despite all his arguments with himself here he was, standing in the doorway at ten before noon.

And there was Matt, sitting at a table for two by the window, his arm raised in a wave to catch Jake’s attention.

Jake’s face split wide in a grin and his feet started walking of their own volition. Jake told himself to act cool, walk slowly, don’t smile, don’t be over-eager, but his body wasn’t listening.

Matt stood up and pulled Jake into a full body hug. Jake could feel Matt’s erection grinding against his. s**t, they were both hugely aroused. How could that be? This was their first date. Well, the first date they’d both attended anyway.

Jake sank into his chair, unable to break off eye contact with Matt. The man was beautiful, his face flushed, his eyes sparkling and filled with lust. Just exactly the way Jake was feeling, too.

In fact, his c**k was trying to drive a hole in his pants to get out and play. He really needed to get a grip on himself. That or undo his zipper to give his equipment room to move.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance. It means so much to me. You can’t know how much I’ve wished Christmas Eve hadn’t turned out like it did,” said Matt, his voice throbbing with sincerity.

Jake nodded, gulped and said, “Yeah, I’m sorry too. I should’ve been more understanding.”

“Well, we’re both here now. So let’s begin afresh, shall we? What would you like to eat?”

“Eat?” Oh yeah, that’s right. They were supposed to be having lunch together. Jake’s brain wanted to concentrate on f*****g, not eating, but his stomach’s rumbling reminded him he’d been too nervous to think about breakfast, so he picked up the menu and began talking to Matt about the items on it.

Two hours later, Jake had no idea what they’d eaten, or what they’d talked about, either, but he knew what they were about to do. And he was desperate to get to bed and begin doing it. Matt turned him on with every smile, every glance, every casual touch. He wanted Matt’s hands everywhere on his body. He wanted Matt’s c**k driving deep and hard into his ass. He wanted Matt now!