At Long Last

Scotty supposed, was being in love with your brother's straight best friend. Oh sure, he'd only thought of Pres maybe one hundred times a day in those six years. All those years away should have cured the infatuation. It hadn't. Not even a tiny bit.
    "What about you? Did you bring a boyfriend home with you, Scott?" Preston asked, breaking the heavy silence.
    "Nah. I had one about a year ago. We broke up because of jealousy issues." Scotty decided it was a good time to ask. "You meet anyone new?"
    Preston shook his head. "No. I'm enjoying the single life for the moment."
    "Hmm." Scotty glanced out the window at the street. In a perfect world with both of them single they'd be free to explore the possibility of a relationship. Only the world wasn't anywhere perfect. "Why don't you tell me about Mrs. Windham's grandson?"

Chapter 2
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    Preston glanced at his watch.
    9:30.
    Not a peep came from Scott's office. Was he even in yet? He hadn't seen Scott since they'd gone to breakfast the morning before. Preston had been in the office for more than an hour, had seen Jack come in forty-five minutes ago, but he never saw or heard Scott.
    Had Scott been out late last night? Picking up strangers in a bar or something? Preston grimaced. What a fucking judgmental prick he'd become. If Scott had been out with some new lover it was not Preston's business. It had absolutely nothing to do with him.
    Still...his chest ached just a bit thinking about it. Stupid.
    His hand rose of its own accord and rapped lightly on the door.
    "Come in," Scott's deep voice came from the other side.
    Startled, Preston didn't move for several heartbeats. Then he twisted the knob and opened the door.
    Scott sat behind the mahogany desk dressed in a charcoal gray suit jacket molded to his body. Underneath the jacket he wore a crisp lighter gray pinstriped dress shirt and a pale pink silk tie. Tucked into the pocket of the jacket was a matching pale pink handkerchief. His dark sandy blond hair had been expertly combed without a strand out of place. The only sign that Scott was still in there was the stubble covering his face.
    Preston stared, knowing his jaw was hanging open but unable to close it. "Holy crap."
    Scott glanced up from the papers in front of him on his desk. He smiled slow and easy. Something pooled in Preston's stomach that masqueraded as desire.
    "Good morning, Pres."
    Preston couldn't make his mouth work just yet. Couldn't wrap his mind around the plain fact his cock was now straining against his briefs. He was hard , damn it.
    "Pres?"
    "Uh, morning," Preston finally managed to mutter. He had to get out of this office and fast. He did not want Scott to notice his erection and mistake it for...ah, fuck.
    "Something wrong?" Scott asked, frowning.
    "No. No. No." Christ, now he was babbling. "I didn't realize you were in the office yet. Nice job on the suit. Did your dad help you pick it out?"
    Scott grinned and shrugged. "He helped a bit. But honestly I think what helped more was watching that show Queer Eye for the Straight Guy before."
    "Well, you look great...er...good. Serious. You look very serious." His cheeks flamed.
    "I'm always serious when I'm going over numbers, Pres," Scott said, indicating the papers. "Client billings."
    "Right." Preston blew out a breath carefully. "You're a CPA, I hear."
    "Yep. I'm not just all looks."
    Preston blinked, realized he still held onto the door knob and he was squeezing it so tightly he was surprised it didn't come off in his hand. "So, I'll see you around, Scott."
    Scott raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Okay. I'll let you know as soon as I have anything on Mrs. Windham's grandson."
    "Good." Preston stepped out into the hall and closed the door of Scott's office. He was actually shaking. He leaned against the wall a moment.
    You've just been without sex for too long. No need to panic.
    Preston nodded. That really was all there was to it. Sure, he'd had some mild fantasies about Scott before. All men were curious about other men. Weren't they? It was perfectly natural to check out other guys.
    He straightened from the wall and headed back to his own office door. He had to think of something to make his raging hard-on go away before his next appointment. His ex-wife maybe. Surely she could deflate any man.

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    Scotty typed the last number into his spreadsheet just as the door to his office opened again. According to the computer clock it was just past noon. He turned around.
    "Hey, kid,"