Boyfriend for Rent (9 page)

Hunter wondered how Casey could read his mind. He stuttered. “Liking what?”

“The movie.”

Hunter readjusted again, spilling popcorn all over his legs. “Oh, uh, yeah.”

“Are you even watching it?” Casey snapped.

“I’m sitting here, aren’t I?” Hunter brushed the popcorn onto the floor.

Casey scowled. “This is important. I’m just trying to show you how a gentleman carries himself. If you don’t even care, we’ll just turn it off.” He started to reach for the remote
, but Hunter snatched it away.

He stared deep
ly into Casey’s eyes. “I do care. I’ll pay more attention.” He forced his direction back to the film and hoped the comedy would move his thoughts elsewhere. It didn’t work. He spent the entire rest of the film trying desperately not to be aware of how close Casey was sitting, where Casey’s hands were, if Casey was looking at him.

By the time he finally mumbled an excuse about being exhausted, he had to hold the popcorn bowl in front of him to hide his erection. He was still half
hard when he got into bed and stretched out, working his hand down the front of his boxers for his nightly jerk off session.

For most of the past two
-and-a-half years, there had been only one face in his mind when he’d gotten off. It had hurt to think about
her
after what she’d done, but he’d loved her and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. He’d tried reminding himself about how he’d caught her in bed with his former best friend. In their bed. Fucking next to their engagement picture, her ring in front of it. The lies they’d both told ringing in his ears. He hated liars.

No matter how many times that scene and their lies had replayed in his mind, she’d still been the first person who came into his head
, and even when he’d tried to push her away, she’d always show up just as he’d climax.

For the past eight months or so, he’d managed to keep her out of his head, choosing instead other fantasies, some drawn from other points of time in his past, some from things he’d watched. Over the past month, however, he’d had a more difficult time finding images of women who turned him on. It didn’t
seem to matter how horny he was; he’d have to search his thoughts for several minutes before he could settle on someone to get the job done.

Now, as his hand closed around his hardening shaft, he concentrated on a pretty brunette he’d seen on a commercial before he and Casey had started watching the movie. He closed his eyes and began to stroke himself, letting his imagination wander.

She was kneeling in front of him, reaching for his cock. She touched him, stroked him, tried to get him hard. She whispered that she wanted him to touch her, to fuck her.

Hunter frowned as his body failed to respond. In fact, he was pretty sure he was losing his erection. He thought harder, trying to think of something that would work. Bending her over the couch. Fucking her on the kitchen table. Taking her to his bed and removing her clothes…

Even as he imagined it, her body shifted, morphed, and changed. Lean, strong muscles with just a hint of softness. A face almost too pretty for a guy. A soft voice that said it was okay to look. Okay to touch. Hunter groaned, feeling his shaft swell under his fingers. He didn’t try to stop himself, instead letting his mind keep going, bringing forward the fantasies that had been creeping up on him for weeks.

Those pouty lips wrapped around his cock.

Legs over his shoulders.

That voice pleading for more, begging for harder and faster.

“Casey.” The name fell from his lips even as he came, his body shaking with the force of his release, his stomach twisting as he wondered what this meant.

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CHAPTER 25

W
hen all was said and done, Casey felt badly about snapping at Hunter like he had. He’d never lost his temper like that and felt like shit over it. He knew why he’d done it. No one could put up with that amount of sexual frustration and not feel like they were ready to pop. He’d refrained from jerking off the whole time he’d been at the farmhouse, not wanting to risk Hunter catching him and freaking out. Straight guys tended to think that gay guys were always getting off thinking about them. In this case, that would’ve been accurate. Last night, however, Casey hadn’t been able to contain himself any longer. He’d taken an extra long shower, biting his lip to keep in the moans as he imagined Hunter running his hands all over Casey’s body. While the climax had felt amazing, it had just added to Casey’s guilt. He’d never fantasized about a straight friend before, and to do it to Hunter seemed worse somehow. Because he couldn’t confess that part of it, Casey decided to make it up to Hunter by cooking his favorite Mexican-style omelets.

Casey couldn’t help but smile as he approached Hunter with the biggest smile on his face and a steaming cup of strong, black coffee.

“Good morning,” Hunter said pulling out the solid oak chair for Casey, then himself. He didn’t meet Casey’s eyes.

“About last night,” Casey said. Hunter’s eyes darted towards him and then back down to the table. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I was just tired.” Not exactly the right
word, but it would have to do.

“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t pay more attention to the movie,” Hunter said. “I was tired too.”

“Alright then,” Casey said, as he went to the stove. “Hungry?”

“Sure,” Hunter said, leaning back against the wood. “So, what’s up?”

“I was thinking we should work on getting the tile taken care of in the upstairs bathroom. It’s supposed to rain most of the day, so it’d be a good day for something indoors,” Casey said, dishing out the tortillas.

“I had another idea,” Hunter suggested.

“What’s that?” Casey asked.

Hunter seemed nervous, picking at the folded egg.

“Too salty?” Casey asked.

“No, it’s good. I was just wonderin’ ... you know?”

“What?” Casey asked. He sat down and laid a napkin onto his lap. What was going on with Hunter? He seemed so awkward and nervous, so unlike his usual confident self.

“If you wanna hang ... sometime.”

“Hang?” Casey repeated. "What?"

“Yeah, tonight’s line dancin’ and
...”

“Line dancing?” Casey echoed.

“Yeah, it’s fun.”

“Sure,” Casey said, only pausing for a moment. He tried to keep his tone casual. Buddies went line dancing together all the time, right? There was nothing remotely romantic about it, so there was no danger of a repeat of last night. Just a guys’ night out.

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CHAPTER 26

T
he country bar was a lot cleaner than Casey was expecting, aside from a dead armadillo or two. The loud speakers thumped with twang as the two of them sat down for a drink.

“Ah, that’s my song,” Hunter said, tapping his boots to the beat. Casey turned around to see people on the dance floor. Evidently it was everyone else’s song too.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Hunter nudged. “Ever Tush Push?”

“What?” Casey gulped.

“I’ll show you.” Hunter flashed that million-dollar smile as he pulled Casey onto the dance floor, “Line dancing.”

“I’m not the most coordinated guy in the world,” Casey admitted.

“You can do it.” Hunter winked and Casey thought his knees would surely give out.

“Okay
, but if I fall on my ass…” Casey warned.

“Start with your right foot. Now tap it once, then bring it back, then to the front again, and tap, tap. Good, just like that,” Hunter said, demonstrating. Casey watched carefully, taking in Hunter’s every movement.

“Like this?”

“Good. Now, hop to the other side and with your left foot tap once, back, then back again tap, tap.” Hunter’s thick, muscular thighs flexed as he showed Casey how to do each step. He tried to focus on the dance and not get distracted.

“So, tap once, back...” Casey said.

“Yeah, and tap, tap. That’s great, Casey. You’re a natural,” Hunter smiled, dipping his tan cowboy hat. Casey smiled back.

It didn’t take him long to learn the whole dance, especially with Hunter as teacher, swaying his hips. Casey couldn’t help but stare at his hot ass.  He had to wipe his mouth really quickly. His mind drifted to images of watching Hunter’s ass thrust him from behind while fucking him.

The two of them tried it on their own for a bit
, but then Casey was able to join the rest of the group. Though reluctant at first, he was having the time of his life. By the time the first round of songs were over, they were both hot and sweaty. Casey didn’t even care.

They both caught their breath and met in the middle of the shining floor.

“Having fun?” Hunter asked, his eyes lighting up the whole room.

“Yeah, definitely,” Casey answered.

Like magnets, their eyes latched onto one another so hard, they had to pull away. “How about we get another drink?” Hunter suggested.

“Good idea,” Casey said.

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CHAPTER 27

O
ne drink turned into six.

Six turned into a lot more than six.

While Casey was pretty sure he’d matched Hunter drink-for-drink, the other man didn’t seem to be quite so tipsy. Okay, Casey admitted, as he nearly tripped up the stairs to the front porch, maybe tipsy wasn’t quite accurate. Hunter wrapped his arms around Casey, practically carrying him up the stairs. When he tried to dig in his pocket for the key to the front door, Casey felt himself tipping backwards. Hunter caught him again, laughing hard enough that Casey could feel the vibrations through his whole body.

“You gotta unlock it then,” Hunter said.

Casey was so drunk, it took him a while to get out his key. Putting it in the lock was going to be even trickier. Hunter had to lift Casey’s hand up, resting his warm, weathered hands on him, balancing Casey’s body against his hip.

“Just stick it in the hole,” Hunter said, his raspy baritone voice making Casey
's skin tingle as he came up behind him and helped him to open the door.

Casey could feel the warmth of Hunter’s body behind him
, and the hot smell of sweat permeated the air. The hardness of Hunter’s bulge in his skin-tight denims pressed against the back of Casey.

“Just push,” Hunter said, his breath on the back of Casey’s neck.

Casey was about to explode in his pants, but he knew Hunter was just drunk. It didn’t mean anything.

Casey pushed the door open and the two of them collapsed on the living room couch, laughing.

“That was a good time. A really, really good time,” Casey laughed.

Hunter caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down through his white t-shirt. “Yeah, that was awesome.”

There was a silence between them for a second, just the sound of them breathing and the crickets singing outside.

It was just the two of them. Alone.

Casey may have been beyond buzzed, but he did notice Hunter on the other end of the couch, his hands resting on his legs, sliding to his groin area. His thumbs fiddled with the fly of his jeans.

“It’s so hot,” Hunter said, frustrated with his fumbling fingers.

Oh, Jesus. Dear God,
Casey thought.
Please, don’t do that. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.

Casey couldn’t help but notice how hard Hunter had become in the process.

“Can’t open these,” Hunter said, laughing.

Casey swallowed, his throat dry. “Let me help.”

“Okay. Yeah,” Hunter said, biting his lip in frustration.

Casey collapsed on the floor and crawled over to Hunter on his knees.

Just breathe. He just needs help unbuttoning, that’s all. Don’t do anything you’ll regret and for the love of God, don’t take advantage of him. He’ll never speak to you again.

Casey had to keep his anxious hands from trembling as he reached Hunter. The two of them locked eyes.

Hunter was drenched in sweat; maybe it was because he was drunk, maybe it was because it was fucking hot in the living room, or maybe it was something else.

Hunter flashed a smile at him.

“Sorry,” Hunter said.

His lips were so plump and moist, Casey wanted nothing more than to suck them with a hot
, wet kiss—or anything else Hunter wanted to offer him.

Stop it,
Casey told himself.
Just help him out.

But when Hunter’s tongue traced his front teeth and the woodsy aroma of beer and hot sweat made its way to Casey’s nostrils, it turned him on, big time. His erection pressed painfully against his zipper.