Unnecessary Roughness (7 page)

Throwing down towels in anger, Kyle let out a stressful exhale and went to his room. The date. The stupid, fucking date!

“What? Kyle, what the hell is wrong?” Connor crossed his arms over his chest. 

Kyle held up a white polo shirt and a pair of beige Dockers. “This outfit okay for our wonderful evening?”

“Very nice. You’ll impress her.”

“Do I impress you?”

Connor’s mouth opened in surprise.

Kyle could see Connor was unsure of how to take the comment.

Connor finally replied with a wry smirk, “Yes. Will you marry me?”

“In a heartbeat,” Kyle mumbled, getting changed. 

“Did you just say what I think you said?” Connor gaped at him.

“No.” Kyle tucked his shirt into his trousers in frustration.

“How about me? Do I look all right?” Connor raised his arms and spun around.

Sitting on the bed to put on his shoes, Kyle bit his lip.
All right? Do you look all right?
About to dive on him and strip that tight outfit off his sleek build, Kyle whispered, “You look fine.”

“Fine?” Connor frowned in disappointment, obviously hoping for something better than that. “All right, I’ll find something else.”

Kyle jumped up to stop him. “No, I mean really fine. Don’t change.”

At the touch of Kyle’s hand on his arm, Connor halted and turned around slowly. The heat between them sent chills all over Kyle’s body. There was a look in Connor’s eyes that made the hairs stand on the back of Kyle’s neck.
Kiss him! He’s right fucking there! Kiss him!

“You sure?” Connor’s lips parted sensuously.

Kyle wasn’t sure of anything at the moment but his increasing love and lust for this stud. “You look fine.”

Watching as Kyle licked his lips, wetting them, Connor was beginning to get the impression they were saying one thing and thinking another. Or was he just reading messages that weren’t there? Forcing himself to get his libido under control, Connor cleared his throat. “How are we going to pick them up?”

“Where are we meeting them?” Moving away from the contact, Kyle stuffed his wallet, keys, and cell phone into his pocket.

“Hannah said they’d be at the sports bar. Out front.” Connor checked his watch.

“Mine’s bigger than yours.”

Conner gaped in shock, about to respond with something appropriately lewd when Kyle added, “The Ford! I meant the Taurus.” Kyle cracked up with laughter.

Shaking his head, Connor held back his naughty reply.

“Christ, no one’s is as big as yours,” Kyle murmured.

Connor asked, “You’ve checked out my dick?”

“It’s too big to miss, buddy.”

“Jesus Christ, Baker.” Chills washed over Connor’s spine. This guy was looking at his cock?
Holy fuck. Is he?
Connor was petrified to take that leap. So he played the pathetic game. “You’ll keep it a secret, right? I don’t want that to be the reason this woman likes me.”

“Your secret’s safe with me. You’d make a lot of dough as a porn star though.” Kyle opened the front door and gestured for Connor to go out.

“That would go over well.” Connor used a high, funny voice as he said, “Hello, Mother? Guess what I’ve decided to do for a living?”

“Connor Worthington, you are something else.”

“Yes, I am. And you, Kyle Baker, have a thing for big dicks.”

“Shut up.”

“Big macho cocks! Am I right?” Connor wanted a reaction, wanted to touch him.

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll spank you.” Kyle shoved him and he bounced off the wall of the hallway.

“Ouch! You’re a mean jock.” Connor rubbed his elbow.

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?” Kyle opened the door to the lobby for them.

“Yes.” Connor raised his elbow to him.

Kyle leaned over as if he would. The minute Kyle was close, Connor twisted around quickly and stuck his butt out at him.

Much to Connor’s surprise, Kyle whacked it, hard.

“Shit!” Getting a hard-on, Connor straightened up instantly, liking the sting and the man who administered it very much. “Oh, baby! Spank me!”

“Don’t even start that shit!” Kyle warned, finding the keys to his car as they reached it.

“Ooh, yes! Spank my ass hard,” he purred as Kyle’s cheeks turned a wonderful shade of bright red.

“Get in and stop!” Kyle unlocked the door for him. When Connor settled down, Kyle stared at him, shaking his head. “You’re a tease, Connor Andrew Worthington.”

“A tease? What the hell do you mean? You mean a cock tease?” Connor stared at him, the sensation of excitement surging through his crotch at the insinuation of attraction between them. “And how the hell do you know my middle name? First you’re checking out my dick and now my paperwork?”

“No. I didn’t. Nothing like that. Forget about it.” Kyle started the car, driving out of the parking lot. Suddenly he looked mortified by their game.

Connor was thinking about the comments very carefully. He wondered if Kyle meant what Connor thought he meant. That little swat on his ass left a lovely reverberation of pleasure with it. He had a wicked fantasy of being naked, bent over Kyle’s solid muscular lap, his large hand hovering over him for a slap. With that delicious vision in his head, he shivered and grew even harder.
I have to stop this! If I’m gay, I’m dead
. Connor gulped down his terror and thought of anything but the sexy man just an arm’s reach away. The insults in the locker room were escalating as it was.

Kyle peeked over at Connor as he flipped down the visor and tried to tame his hair. All Kyle wanted to do was drive Connor back to the apartment and seduce him. The homoerotic innuendos were making him insane.
Turn around, drag him up to the apartment, strip him, and suck on his cock!

He snapped out of his dreams when Connor pointed to the two women. Hating everything about this evening, Kyle parked the car and climbed out to meet the Hannah on the sidewalk.

Connor elbowed him in the ribs and whispered, “Not bad.”

Taking a good look at Hannah’s friend, Kyle was glad at least she seemed decent. 

Hannah introduced the men to Vicky as Vicky gazed up into Kyle’s eyes excitedly.

“What do you guys want to do?” Connor asked.

“There’s an animation festival at Melnitz Hall,” Hannah said.

They shrugged agreeably and headed towards it on foot. As they began their stroll, Hannah reached out for Connor’s hand and held it.

Imagining holding Connor’s hand, Kyle realized Vicky was trying to do the same and felt obligated to clasp it. Peering down at her, Kyle found her dreamy smile. Her long black hair was swept back from her face in a pearl clip. Vicky wore a miniskirt and a low cut blouse showing cleavage. During the walk over to the theater, both Vicky and Hannah talked on their mobile phones and texted messages.

When they made it through the long line to the ticket booth, Connor paid for his date and waited for Kyle to do the same. As they found seats in the noisy room, Kyle made sure he and Connor sat together with the women on the outside ends.

“You should probably shut off your phone now.” Kyle tried not to sound harsh. Vicky nodded and withdrew it from her purse.

“Hannah, your phone,” she reminded her friend.

“Right.” Hannah turned hers off and said, “Connor, your phone.”

“I never have it on.”

“I know!” Hannah laughed and nudged him. “Do you even check your messages?”

Connor shrugged. “Once a week?”

“Shut up! I can’t live without my Blackberry.” Vicky giggled. “What about you, Kyle? Do you keep your phone on?”

“Nope. It’s a pain in the butt.”

“Man, you two are a matched pair.” Hannah shook her head.

Yup we are
. Kyle shifted in his seat and rested his leg against Connor’s comfortably. When he did, Connor didn’t pull back from the touch, instead, to Kyle’s delight, he felt Connor relax against his leg.

The lights went dim and the noise settled to a restrained murmur along with a few scattered coughs. With an almost manic paranoia, Kyle kept checking to see where Connor’s hands were. Right now, one was on his own lap and the other was holding Hannah’s hand. With unmatched determination, Kyle wanted to find a way to lay his hand on that black denim-covered thigh.

As the first cartoon began, Vicky rested her head on Kyle’s shoulder. There was nothing Kyle could do to get away from it. He wondered if she could sense his disinterest or if he thought hard enough he could turn her off through mental telepathy.

As mini-film after film flickered by in one to two minute segments, one animation in particular was very violent and gory. He and Connor roared with laughter while the women said it was sick. Trying to communicate his hilarity, Kyle grabbed Connor’s thigh and shook it. Connor nodded in agreement and dabbed at his eyes as he controlled his laughing fit. It was the opportunity Kyle had waited for. Kyle didn’t remove his hand from Connor’s leg, loving the feel of that hard muscle underneath.

When the amount of time grew conspicuous and Kyle still didn’t remove his hand, he glanced sideways to see Connor staring down at it. Wondering what Connor was thinking, Kyle tightened his fingers, feeling through the black denim to that incredible masculine body. He felt Connor tense up, then noticed Vicky’s eyes move towards it. That act of spying forced Kyle to release his hold.

Kyle wished he was alone with Connor, not stuck with a woman he had no interest in.

After the show the conversation revolved around which animation short they liked best. Inevitably the men voted for the violent one.

“What is it about guys?” Vicky asked, turning on her phone as they walked.

“Oh, come on. It was a cartoon,” Kyle said.

Hannah crossed her arms over her chest. “The guy’s head blew off!”

Connor roared with laughter and doubled over. His hilarity was contagious, so Kyle joined him.

The girls exchanged annoyed glances. “Typical males,” Hannah breathed.

“Ah, wait! Help me, Kyle! I’m dying!” Connor put his arm around Kyle’s waist as if to control himself.

Instantly, Kyle checked the expressions of the girls as Connor held onto him. For some strange reason they didn’t seem to think it was odd. Testing the waters even further, Kyle reached around Connor and squeezed him close, whispering sensuously in his ear, “Come here, baby, I’ll help you.”

The laughter stopped immediately, caught in Connor’s throat, and he blinked at Kyle.

“Okay. I’m hungry. Let’s get a bite to eat,” Hannah announced and reached for Connor’s hand.

Kyle caught Connor’s suspicious glance as they walked in front of he and Vicky.
Cool it, Baker!
You’ll lose him! Quit the gay act!

The two couples walked hand in hand once more out of the campus to Sunset Boulevard, which was crowded with students coming and going from movies and bars.

As they passed a pizzeria, Vicky suggested the place. They agreed unanimously and entered, only to stand in line for a table.

“Let me hit the restroom,” Connor said.

“Uh, yeah, I have to go too.” Kyle released Vicky’s hand, anxious to stop touching her. He followed Connor into the men’s room and they stood side by side at the urinals. Kyle heard Connor start to pee first, then laugh softly.

Kyle asked, “What are you laughing about?”

“The fucking cartoon. What’s with women? I really thought it was the best one.” He gave it a shake and turned to face Kyle.

About to reply, Kyle noticed Connor fingering himself for a moment before he tucked his big, delicious prick into his pants. Connor grinned like a demon. Instantly Kyle lit on fire and couldn’t stop looking.

“Are you staring at my cock again?” Connor hissed wickedly, wagging it at him.

Forcing himself to turn away, Kyle felt cold sweat wash over his body. “Connor! You moron! I wasn’t!” He tried to use a restrained whisper as he died of embarrassment.

“Yeah, right, Baker.” Connor smiled, tucking himself in. Once he had straightened himself up he headed to the sink to wash his hands.

His head spinning with the vision of that large mushroom shaped head and piss slit, Kyle zipped up and did the same. “You are the worst troublemaker.”

“Does its size mesmerize you?”

Kyle grabbed a few paper towels, trying not to panic. “Yeah, I’m mesmerized by your dick. Give me a break.”

Before they left the bathroom, Connor checked himself out in the mirror. As men came and went, Kyle observed how they reacted to Connor. While Connor was preening he received a few raised eyebrows.
Did he act gay? No. Conceited? Not really. What about the comment? Does he want me to stare at his cock?
  “You ready or need some time to put on your lipstick and mascara?”

Spinning around, Connor gave Kyle a violent shove. “Shut up! I’m not a fucking woman!”

“Stop pushing me! I’m warning you, Worthington. I’m stronger than you.”

“In your dreams.” Connor kept nudging Kyle from behind to keep him moving down the hall.

Digging in his heels, Kyle leaned back into him. “I can take you. Don’t make me prove it.”

“Yeah, yeah, take me later then, in private.”

In shock, Kyle twisted over his shoulder to see his face.

“What? Go!” Connor pushed him.

Once again, completely confused, Kyle shook his head. The innuendoes and wrong assumptions had to be coming from his own warped mind. It seemed Connor was clueless he was sending out gay vibes.

When they scanned the room they found the girls waiting in a booth, waving at them the same time as they texted messages on their little phones.

“What took you so long? I thought women were bad,” Hannah scolded them, continuing to use her thumbs to type.

Ignoring the comment, Kyle asked, “What do you want on your pizza?”

Vicky shared the menu with him, splitting her concentration between the choices and her phone.

“You know how guys are. They like to talk about violence and killing and stuff.” Connor winked at her. “And we do check each other out.”

Unsure why Connor was making a statement like that, Kyle raised his head quickly and gave Connor a warning glance. Connor’s grin lit up devilishly.

“Check each other out? What for?” Vicky asked, putting her cell phone on the table near her.