I stepped into the elevator, noticing my favorite twentysomething blond guy tucked neatly in the corner, holding a huge potted plant. We’d exchanged flirty glances over the months, but nothing more. He shifted his baby-blue gaze toward me and then slowly disappeared behind the fronds of the shrub. Hiding wouldn’t do him any good, because I made it a point to know who my neighbors were. It was safer that way.
The ding of the elevator distracted me from my musings, and when a tall Hispanic guy entered the car, I gave him all my attention. He was new to the building. Something was off. He was sweating way more than was normal for January in New York. I didn’t care for the way he watched me out of the corner of his eye either. He was hunting.
We all rode in companionable silence for a few floors with various people getting on and off. I noticed Slick—that was my nickname for the Hispanic guy because of his perspiration issue—glanced impatiently toward Blondie occasionally. I had a strong feeling he was frustrated that Blondie wasn’t getting off the car. That only made me even more suspicious of him.
As we neared the top floors, I guess Slick came to the end of his patience. He stepped to the side and slammed his palm on the elevator Stop button. The car lurched, and Blondie fell forward, dropping his plant and landing at my feet. Since I’d fantasized about him being on his knees in front of me numerous times, it distracted me just enough to give Slick time to take a swing at me. I barely got my arm up in time to block the punch.
I didn’t like Blondie being too near the action since I would’ve hated for his pretty face to get messed up. “Get in the corner,” I growled at him, wrestling with Slick.
Blondie scrambled back to his favorite spot, his eyes huge. Slick and I traded blows for a few minutes, and I did a few front kicks to show off, but Slick still somehow managed to get a knife out of his pocket. I had to give it to him. He was pretty good. I slapped the weapon out of his fist, and he whacked the side of my face with his elbow. I saw stars for a second. Slick shoved me against the mirrored back of the elevator and put his big, beefy hands around my throat.
This was embarrassing. The last thing I wanted was to die in front of Blondie. I kneed Slick in his groin, and he grunted like a bull, only loosening his grip slightly. Was he wearing a cup, or did he literally have balls of steel? It was hard to say.
I was getting light-headed from the lack of oxygen. How had I let this happen? I’d been too distracted by Blondie, I guess. I was going to pass out. Shit.
That meant I was going to die, because Slick wasn’t here to play Twister—he was here to end me.
There was a flash of movement and shards of ceramic pieces and potting mix rained down on my head. Suddenly I could breathe. Slick was at my feet moaning, and Blondie was staring at me as if he wanted to be sick. His plant was in a pile on top of Slick, and I was alive because of it.
He’d sacrificed his rubber plant for me. What a guy.
I smacked the button to get moving again, and the elevator came to a stop at the next floor. When the doors swooshed open, I grabbed Blondie’s hand and pulled him after me, past the half-blind screeching lady from 36B. If I’d been alone, I’d have finished Slick off. It was risky not to. But if Blondie was stressed over his plant dying, he’d probably have a coronary if I killed Slick in front of him. We couldn’t go to my place. That was obvious. But I didn’t want to leave the building immediately in case Slick had someone watching the exits. I slipped into the stairwell, and we trudged up three flights of stairs to Blondie’s floor. From there I headed straight for Blondie’s apartment.
“Open it,” I commanded in a clipped voice when we reached his door.
“How did you know my apartment number?”
Fingers trembling, he fumbled in his pocket for his keys. Once the door was open and we were in, I slammed it shut and stood against it, listening for any sounds of commotion out in the hallway. After a while I turned and found Blondie holding a kitchen knife.
I laughed. “You saved me, but now you’re going to stab me?”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his tanned throat. “Who the fuck are you?”
“40D. I’m one floor up.” Of course, I’d have to move since Slick and his friends now knew my home base.
“No, I mean who are you
“I’m Marc.” I held out my hand. I’d given him my favorite fake name because I had a little thing for him.
He paused and then took my grip.
Politeness can get you killed.
I knocked the knife from his fingers and had him on his back on the couch in two quick moves. Lying on top of him was a dream come true. I’d been watching him for a while now, and he was my favorite fantasy. His lashes were black and insanely long, his lips full and his breath minty. Up close he was as fucking perfect as I’d always dreamed. He even smelled good, like cinnamon and vanilla.
My cock twitched from the feel of his hard body beneath mine. I hadn’t fucked a man in at least six months. It wasn’t just that I hadn’t had the time. I hadn’t had the desire. I did now, and that was immensely inconvenient. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands down his arms, to his hips, and then his thighs. His pulse picked up like a frightened deer’s.
“Are you going to hurt me?” he asked, his voice shaking.
I studied his tense expression and thought about the question. “No. I like you.”
“Okay,” he said breathlessly. His nervous gaze dropped to my mouth, and the hint of something akin to arousal fluttered through his eyes.
Trying to ignore the carnal feelings that glimpse into his soul sparked in me, I said, “I need to lie low for a couple of hours.”
He nodded. “Are you going to stay here?” There was some weird thing going on between us. I could feel his cock hardening against mine, and there was a definite heat behind his gaze.
“Yeah. I am.”
When his eyes went to my mouth for the hundredth time and he licked his lips nervously, it occurred to me I might never have an opportunity like this again. Even though it was a stupid thing to do, I gave in to my curiosity and kissed him gently.
His soft mouth tensed, and his body stilled. I could sense a war going on within him. But then with a soft, relenting groan, his lips opened beneath mine. Inside my head, the sound of one of those cartoon horns sounded. Aroooooga.
And when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I was in shock. He was into this?
With a tiny whimper, I deepened the kiss, and he accepted willingly.
I had no idea what was happening, but I didn’t want to rock the boat. I’d never been this turned on in my life. I felt like the couch was going to go up in flames. Our kisses were hot and desperate. He moaned when I shoved my tongue down his throat, and I let go of his hands so I could touch his face. I stared into his pretty blue eyes, now glazed with lust. I’d dreamed about fucking him so many times it was like I was afraid to touch him in case I woke up. God, if this was a dream, I did not
want to wake up.
His erection was stiff against my thigh, which made it obvious he wasn’t pretending just so he could get away. That was good news since I had a hard-on that needed attention. I rolled my hips, and he panted out a desperate “Fuck.
Oh yeah. I was on that page.
Whatever the hell was happening between us, I wasn’t a pervert. So I paused kissing him long enough to ask, “You want me to stop?” I was breathless and horny, but oddly enough trying to be a gentleman of sorts.
Closing his eyes tight, he grimaced. “Is that a trick question?”
I laughed, and he smiled, and of course his teeth were white and straight. Guys like him didn’t have crooked yellow teeth. But usually guys like him didn’t fuck guys like me on a couch either.
“Was that man gonna kill you?” he asked softly.
“I thought so.” A primal look seeped into his light blue gaze. “It felt good to smash my plant over his Neanderthal head.”
That surprised me. The average person would be freaked out, or maybe guilty. “No remorse?”
He shook his head, his eyes glittering with lust. “Not in the slightest.”
God, he was kind of kinky. I liked it. It was a wonderful surprise. “Did it turn you on?”
Swallowing again, he paused, and when his gaze dropped to my mouth, he nodded. “It did. I don’t know why, but it did.”
“Me too.” I cupped his balls through his pants.
He squeezed his eyes closed, his lids fluttering as a moan escaped him.
“You like that?” I whispered, my heart pounding like a trash compactor. I didn’t want to push too hard, but for God’s sake, when life handed you a chance like this, you didn’t reject it.
He lifted his head and claimed my mouth, and that gave me all the go-ahead I needed. I pushed my hands under the waistband of his pants and swiped the wet tip of his cock. I got another needy groan, and he pushed against my palm.
When the kiss ended, he said, “This isn’t my usual MO.”
“Me either,” I said breathlessly. I wanted him so bad I could taste it. But if he wanted me to stop, I would stop.
Running his hands over my ass, he sighed. “I’ve seen you in the building before.”
“Yeah. We’re neighbors,” I whispered.
But instead of borrowing a cup of sugar, I would prefer to fuck you. How’s that sound?
“I’ve always been curious about you.” His voice was husky.
“Is that right?”
A needy growl rumbled through his chest. “Yeah.”
I unzipped his pants slowly. “How curious?”
He gave a funny little laugh. “Enough to maybe make me do something I wouldn’t usually do.”
That sounded superpromising. I popped open his fly, and since he didn’t complain, I slipped my hand into his pants again, squeezing his cock through his underwear. He was a big handful, and the whimper he gave fanned the flames of lust higher.
“God, that’s nice,” I said, kneading his large dick.
“Yeah,” he muttered as if having a conversation with himself. “I’m not sure what’s happening here.”
“Me either.” I watched him for a sign that I should back off. He seemed confused, but not repulsed by what was happening.
“I want you.” His words were blunt and breathless.
“Be careful what you say, because I’m not gonna be chivalrous and say no.” Restraint was the last thing I wanted to practice at the moment. But this was so unexpected, I needed to be sure I wasn’t forcing him into anything he’d regret later.