“Yeah,” Tucker answered, stepping around him, and headed to another room he assumed was the kitchen. He walked back out and handed Lucas a longneck. “Come on in, get comfortable. I put the wings and potato skins in the oven to warm them up a bit.” He took the longneck and nodded as his eyes instantly went to the tattoos on Tucker’s arms. He still couldn’t believe the clean-cut man who wore suits seven days a week was being littered with tattoos.
“Where is it?” Lucas asked walking over to the couch sitting beside Tucker.
“Where’s what?”
“The bike?”
Tucker chuckled and brought his longneck to his lips. “What makes you think I have a bike?”
He watched Tucker’s Adam’s apple bob up and down swallowing the frothy liquid as if it was nothing.I wonder . . . No, don’t think about it.He mentally shook his head and got back to their conversation trying not to think about Tucker swallowing his cum.
“Call it a hunch. I don’t think anyone realizes there are two sides to you. At work you’re in control, not a hair out of place or a crease in your suit, but—” He leaned closer to the other man and his cologne wafted under his nose and, for a second, Lucas’ mind went blank.Gods, he smells good, does he use a special brand of soap or is that his natural scent?His eyes were on Tucker’s lips and just like the last time they were together alone, he wondered how soft they were.
“But what?”
“Huh?” Lucas asked looking up at him and realized how close their faces were.
“You were saying something about there being two sides to me.” His voice low and deep as his warm breath ghosted Lucas’ cheek and with the scent of his cologne mixed in his heart started beating louder in his chest.
He moved his gaze to Tucker’s eyes. Up close, they seemed much greener than he remembered them being the last time he saw them. Pulling back, he cleared his throat, they never took their eyes off each other, and Lucas felt a bit thrilled having Tucker’s eyes on him. The alarm on the oven sounded in the background, but neither one of them moved or showed signs of wanting to get up.
“I guess I should get that,” Tucker whispered. Unable to answer Lucas nodded. Once the other man got up and walked into the other room, he downed his beer in one go, the entire time he kept thinkingwhat the fuck?
* * *
Tucker tookthe wings out of the oven setting the tray on the stove. He was trying to slow the beating of his heart. Having Lucas so close to him was doing something to his insides not to mention his cock.Maybe this was a bad idea.
“No, it isn’t.”He would have jumped at hearing the voice behind him but he ignored Rochelle, she wasn’t real. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to invite someone over? He is very good-looking, tall, and those dreamy green eyes. I feel as if I can drown myself in them. Imagine running your fingers through those dark curls of his. I'm a bit jealous of you, Tuck."
“Of what? There’s nothing going on between me and Lucas.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
In the last few days, he hadn’t heard from Rochelle and silently admitted he hadn’t thought about her much. He chalked it up to working late and other things occupying his thoughts.
“Do you need help?”
He turned around when he heard Lucas’ voice behind him. “Um . . . yeah, can you get me some plates out of the cabinets?”
“Sure.”
He watched as Lucas turned and opened the cabinet, reaching for the plates on the top of the shelf. His T-shirt rose up a bit showing a strip of toned creamy skin. Thoughts of running his tongue all over Lucas’ firm skin ran through his mind.What the fuck am I doing?He wasabout to look away when he noticed the start of a scar on his side leading to his stomach. Putting it in the back of his mind to ask about it later, hegot busy putting together their plates. Afterwards, they headed back into the living room.
“You never finished what you were saying,” Tucker said and looked over to Lucas who was licking barbecue sauce off his finger.
“What?” Lucas asked looking at him. There was some sauce on the corner of his lips, and Tucker imagined himself licking more than just his lips.
Gods, what the fuck is going on with me. I’m going to ruin my friendship with Lucas if I can’t get my shit together.
“Before the oven went off, you said there are two sides to me.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember now.” He licked the corner of his lips scooping up the sauce; Tucker’s eyes followed every action. “Like I said there are two sides to you. At work, you’re a man in control.” He stared at Tucker. “I bet you like being in control in bed as well, but that’s where you show a different side of the Tucker everyone else sees.”
“What do you mean by that?” Truth be told, he loved being in charge in all aspects of his life even when he made love to Rochelle, he enjoyed making her writhe under him. At times he wanted to be a bit rougher but knew he had to be delicate with her.
“What I mean is you hide your true self,” Lucas said to him.
“So now you’re psychoanalyzing me?”
