Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

lightened up. Chase laid out the plans for his first project. He wanted to add a deck on to the back of the house. He had all the wood and supplies outside and the measurements all drawn up on paper.
    We got started and things progressed well. Chase was super easy to work with and our work styles really clicked.
    The problems were whenever he bent over and those green briefs peeking out from the peephole in his jeans taunted me. More than once, Chase had to repeat what he said, because I was distracted.
    We broke for lunch and Chase went inside to get the food together. I finished nailing the last board onto the part we had done, then headed in. The day was turning quite warm and the sweat was pouring down my face, so as I walked into the kitchen, I pulled up the hem of my shirt and wiped down my face.
    "Fu—"
    Chase was mumbling something, but I missed what he said. "What was that?" I lowered my shirt back down and looked up to see Chase just standing there staring at me. His eyes were dark and if he were any other gay man I would have no doubt what that look meant. But this was Chase and there was no way he was interested in me, he certainly had never appeared to think of me as anything more than a friend before.
    Whatever the look was, it disappeared just as fast and the moment was over. Chase turned back to the counter to finish the sandwiches he was making. He started talking about the deck again and that was that.
    After lunch we worked until the sun was starting to set. The deck was looking pretty good; another Saturday and we'd be done.
    After we packed up all the tools and cleaned up, I decided I should hit the road.
    "No way, man, I promised you pizza and beer, so pizza and beer we will have." Chase looked down at his watch. "And, the baseball game is on. We can watch the rest of it!"
    "It sounds great but I'm pretty rank here. I don't think you want me in your house."
    Chase chuckled. "I do have a bathroom with a shower, even though it may be painted fuchsia right now. Go on up and shower the stink off and I'll get some clothes you can borrow."
    I hesitated, not sure this was a good idea, but he seemed insistent.
    "Go on. Clean towels are in the cabinet across from the sink. I'll order the pizza. Sausage and mushroom still your favorite?"
    I nodded and headed upstairs. When I got out of the shower there was a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants waiting for me on the sink top. The shirt was a little loose and longer than mine usually were, and the sweatpants were too long but I just rolled up the ends.
    I left the bathroom and looked down the hallway but didn't see Chase anywhere.
    "Chase? Chase, I'm done in the shower, if you want—" I walked down toward his bedroom and looked in to find him bent over taking his jeans off, his ass in those tight green briefs staring right at me. And then if that wasn't bad enough, he turned around when he heard my voice and I was now given a spectacular view of his hard, firm, well-developed chest. Christ, it was near impossible to keep my eyes from roaming his entire body. He had just the right amount of chest hair that led down to those fucking green briefs. I could just imagine running my fingers over him... and down...
    I felt my dick start to stiffen and no wonder, I think every drop of blood in my body headed straight there. In the meantime he was still looking at me expectantly. Our eyes locked for a minute and I swore there was something crackling in the air between us.
    "Adam...?"
    I looked away, I had to before I said or did something I shouldn't. "I'm done in the bathroom."
    "Okay. Hey, I left the money for the pizza guy on the kitchen table, if he comes while I'm in the shower."
    I was already on my way downstairs. I couldn't think of him in the shower, I had enough of a problem right now. No. Couldn't think of him wet and naked and soaping himself up. Maybe stroking his cock. Shit . My dick was hardening faster than I could try and stop it.
    In the living room, the game was already on the TV. I settled on the couch and kept fidgeting and moving position, uncomfortable over the physical situation I was in. I tried thinking of anything unsexy I could, to get my cock to settle down. It finally calmed down a little by the time Chase came back downstairs. He was dressed again, thank God, but I still tried to avoid looking at his body.
    Two hours later, pizza devoured, beers drank and the game over, I was finally feeling more relaxed again. Chase was just so easy to