Vince laughed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t consider him a friend either, but we need his rent money so we put up with him.”

Cason swept some more sawdust off the counter into a metal bin. “So, what time tonight?”

“Nine.”

Cason checked the clock. Noon. Damn, he’d been working for a while. If he got moving he could finish the eight inch dildo he was working on, clean up, go get some groceries, and start some dinner.

“What time do you think you’ll be off tonight?”

“Five, hopefully. Six at the latest.”

Just enough time. “How about coming over here for dinner before we go to the bar? I have a cookbook full of recipes my Nana left me. It’s full of excellent down home Southern cooking recipes. Care to give my culinary skills a try?”

“So you’re going to feed me?”

Cason felt his cock stir. “I could,” he said throatily.

“Six-thirty okay?” Vince’s voice was breathy.

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.” Cason ended his call and turned his attention back to the dildo in front of him. He ran his hand up and down along the rings he’d carved down the shaft, testing the edges. He found a few rough spots with this fingertips and set about smoothing them.

Once he finally got it as smooth as he wanted, he set it aside on the felt lined shelf above his work bench. Cleaning didn’t take long, but the store was surprisingly crowded. Finding the ingredients he needed to make dinner took longer than he wanted, but he still made it home by four-thirty.

Flaky salmon, hush puppies, some fried okra and mushrooms. He couldn’t wait to feed slivers of the succulent pink meat to Vince. It was almost six by the time he had everything ready and Cason rushed off to shower. The warm water pounded on his neck as he washed with his back to the showerhead. The slippery soft suds tickled his cock and balls as they slid down his body.

Unable to resist, Cason slid his bare hand down his body, gathering more suds in his palm. He leaned one hand against the wall, closing his eyes. He imagined Vince kneeling on the floor in front of him, tickling his balls as he tongued them before sucking them into his mouth separately and then together.

Cason moaned and started stroking slowly. Vince’s hair would be slicked back but a few strands would hang wet and long over his eyes as he stared up at him. Closing his fist created a slick tunnel Cason could imagine was Vince’s mouth closing over the head of his cock and then sinking down to the base. He started a smooth glide back up, squeezing hard on the head.

“Fuck!”

Pleasure had his balls lifting before he knew it. He hovered on the edge, trying to hold out, prolonging the almost painful edge just before orgasm, gasping for breath in the moist steamy shower. He wanted Vince there in front of him for real. He wanted inside, his mouth, his ass, however he could get him. The need he’d felt to touch Vince, to possess him, was driving him crazy. Marking Vince with his cum wasn’t enough anymore.

Cason needed Vince.

That moment of realization sent him over the precipice and Cason came in shuddering spurts, his hips jerking, deep grunts punctuating each volley of cum as he shot all over the floor and wall of the shower. His hand dropped to his side when his cock became too sensitive to touch and he collapsed against the cool tiles.

CHAPTER TEN

Vince’s mouth closed over the tips of his fingers. If Cason hadn’t jerked off in the shower he would have been instantly rigid just from seeing Vince walk in the door dressed in his leather jacket over a skin-tight T-shirt, jeans that hugged his round ass, and boots. Cason’s cock hadn’t stayed quiescent for long, nor was his control enough to keep his underwear from being soaked with excitement as the smaller man sat on the pillow at his knees with a silk blindfold over his eyes.

They were both quiet for the most part as soft music played in the background while they ate the dinner Cason made. Their connection was humming between them. Cason’s focus was on the sub at his feet but he still enjoyed the flavors of the herb crust on the soft salmon, the crispy outsides and fluffy center of the bite sized hush puppies and the vegetables. Vince took each bite he was given carefully, those lips too tempting for Cason to resist touching and tracing as he chewed.

“I’m full, sir,” Vince said in a husky voice when he let go of Cason’s fingers and swallowed his last bite.

“I see that.” His jeans were tight, and probably uncomfortable on the welt he had to have from the slap on his ass Cason had given him, but Vince had been remarkably focused the entire time he knelt at Cason’s feet. Cason wiped his fingers on his napkin before running them along Vince’s cheek just under the blindfold. Vince pressed into his hand and smiled, those soft pink lips turning up.

“You look amazing. Quiet, happy.”

Vince’s face turned up toward him, even though he couldn’t see. “I am. It’s amazing, because my mind is always moving. It’s always hard to focus, except for when I’m working, but with you…