26. Shawn
Shawn
Another week goes by in an oddly satisfying routine.
Every morning I head to work at the construction site while Blaze does his outdoor guide thing for retreat guests.
I guess I still am one of those, since I officially extended my stay by another two weeks.
When I spoke to Marika about it, she mentioned the upcoming bonfire on the beach at the end of the month—said she hoped I could stick around for it.
She didn’t mention Blaze, or my new day job on the other side of the lake, or a possible end date to my stay.
I’m glad I don’t have to think about that yet.
Almost every evening, Blaze joins me for dinner in my cabin, and we talk about our days.
Sometimes I ice my elbow or my shoulder if I’ve gone a little too hard at work.
Davy has a little experience with sports medicine, and they’ve been helping me manage my flareups.
When Blaze and I can’t eat any more of Nolan’s food, we go to my bed and… practice.
I’m getting pretty good at this whole sex with a guy thing, if the random string of curse words Blaze lets out every time he comes is any indication.
We’re sticking to hand jobs and blow jobs for now, but I’m on my second CJ Finn novel, and I have to say the author makes getting fucked by a hot elf seem really appealing.
Blaze is no elf prince—he’s better, if you ask me—but I think I’ll be ready to try that with him soon.
Since it’s a hassle to get to a store without a car, I end up begging to borrow Marika’s precious internet connection to order a bunch of work clothes and a winter jacket, all overnighted to the retreat.
As nice as being disconnected from the wider world has been, I’m grateful it still exists with all its modern conveniences, and this morning I’m doubly grateful for the warm base layer I have under my clothes since it’s so cold I can see my breath.
I keep having to take breaks and warm my hands up as the crew and I work to put up the interior drywall.
I’m passing Leo a piece of drywall to finish up a closet in a second-floor bedroom when I spot Blaze’s black truck trundling down the drive through one of the window cutouts.
It’s the first chance he’s had to visit the site all week.
Once I’m sure Leo’s good, I look again to see Misty leap out first, wagging her entire body as she makes the rounds of the guys and the equipment, sniffing out anything new since she was last here.
Blaze gets out after, the sight of him sending a jolt of awareness through me.
I haven’t seen him since last night. Sometimes he stays over, but he had an early start this morning, so he headed home after our, uh, practice session.
He looks good. He’s wearing a beanie, hair curling around his ears.
The puffy vest over his work shirt is a nod to the chill in the air.
He glances around, catches me looking through the window cutout, and nods. I nod back, then turn around to see Leo looking at me curiously.
“What?”
He shrugs. “Nothing. I’m going to take a break.”
I don’t have time to say anything before he’s taking the roughed-in stairs to the ground floor. I descend more slowly, giving Blaze time to check in with Luis before approaching him.
“Hey,” I say after I grab my water bottle and take a big swig. Carpentry is thirsty work, even when it’s not over fifty-five degrees.
“Hey,” he says, smiling at me. We come close to each other but don’t touch. The other guys don’t know the extent of our relationship, and it seems like maybe Blaze wants to keep it that way.
“How’s it going?” I ask.
“Busy day,” he says briefly. “Can’t stay long. You got everything you need?”
“Yeah, you want to see the progress upstairs?”
“Sure.” He grabs an extra hard hat and puts it on, then follows me up the stairs. I show him what Leo and I have been working on, explaining that the next step after the drywall is installing the windows.
“Cool, the rest should be delivered Monday. Awesome progress.”
I look around, but we’re visible to the guys working down below on the electrical system.
There’s only one place we can go where we won’t be seen—the bedroom closet Leo and I were just working on.
I walk over as casually as I can, then lean against the back wall, hidden by the plain drywall.
Blaze fiddles with the brim of his hard hat, joins me in the little nook.
“What are you doing?” he asks quietly.
“Trying to get you to take advantage of me,” I say. “I don’t think they can see us right now.”
He chuckles, comes closer. “I don’t care if they see us.”
“I don’t want them to think I got this job because I slept with the owner,” I say, half in jest.
He leans in, brushes a bristly kiss to the corner of my mouth.
I turn my head to catch his mouth full-on.
Our hard hats clink together, and he takes his off, holding it loosely to his side while he presses me against the wall.
I’ve severely miscalculated, because there’s no way a couple of secret kisses are going to be enough for me now I’ve got his entire body against mine.
I want him, immediately, and that’s not going to happen.
I shift my hips to rub my swiftly filling erection against his thigh, and he chuckles against my jaw. “Damn. What are you—?”
“I know we can’t,” I say regretfully. “But I really, really want to.”
“Sawdust and gypsum turn you on?” he asks, letting me rut against him, even though it’s only going to get me more riled up rather than satisfy me.
“I think you turn me on,” I say. “But now that you’ve made the association, they might, too.”
“Do you want to come over later?” he asks, holding his leg tantalizingly firm for me to rub my straining cock through my jeans, like he knows exactly what I need.
“To your place?” I ask, my brain fuzzy as all my thoughts fade in the wake of the sensation of my dick on his thigh.
“Brooke’s going to stay over at Rocky’s,” he says. “She’s excited to have this all out in the open so she can sleep over without having to find an excuse.”
“I’ll come over after work if you don’t mind me coming dirty.” I don’t even care about showering, unless he wants me to.
“Coming dirty sounds exactly right,” he grunts into my ear, and it’s clear he’s affected by our proximity, too.
“Fuck.” How am I going to last until tonight?
He steps back, putting air between us. “Okay, I better get going.”
“One little thing—about tonight.” I figure he could do with a heads-up. “Do you want to fuck me?”
He makes a strangled noise, then puts his hard hat on backwards. I laugh a little but then hear someone coming up the stairs. I adjust myself, tucking my achingly hard cock into the waistband of my jeans.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t elaborate, but that one word is good enough for me.
I lick my lips, and he looks like he’s about to step back into the closet with me, but then someone says, “Blaze, Luis has a question about the windows.” It’s Raphael, his heavy footsteps getting closer.
“On my way. Keep up the good work, Shawn,” he says, for Rafi’s benefit, presumably.
I adjust myself one more time, then do as I’ve been told.