A Hot Summer's Night
This is aprapo of nothing.
I want to get published - it's silly, but somehow I feel that I will feel better about myself (RW, superwoman, etc) if I get something published. SO, I went to some publishing sites and checked out their calls for submissions. They actually want writers to email them stories to publish in works of short stories, which they call anthologies. I figured this would be a good way to get started and I wrote this piece to fit a story call for "Service With a Smile" about a service man, UPS guy, wtfe, coming to deliver some service and providing extra bennies on the side. I had a few people read it - the Betababe, of course, Judy (the ultimate beta who owns a dictionary and knows how to use it), and Junie, my sweetest fan/friend, just for giggles. Jenny is in the process of reading it also, but I've already decided, in spite of all the encouragement, that GRRRRRRRRR this is too lovey dovey sweet for the market I'm shooting for. I bought some anthologies in SLC and those stories are not sweet, not lovey dovey, and they're all about sex. In this story, they don't even have real sex. Duh! SO! I have to get tough. BUT! you guys have been known to like this kind of thing, so here is is for you to read and go........ awww, that's so sweet (where's the f'n sex geeeeez!!!!!!!!!!!!) Sorry. : )
PS: This has been beta'd out the wazoo, but I made some changes after they got done, go figure, so if there's a screw-up, it's all mine.
*
Jack was melting, yes, actually melting. The South was hot. He’d known when he took this promotion that it wasn’t going to be anything like Seattle.... no cool breezes, no mild summers. But this was ridiculous. It was like he’d died and gone to hell. He could feel his skin melting into pools of liquid and running down what was left of his body... he was dying, frying in his own bed, drowning in molten skin and boiling blood.....
Jack slung off the covers as his mind finally kicked into gear and he woke to the realization that it wasn’t him that had died and gone to hell. No, fuck no, it was his goddamned air conditioner that had died, again, and was in the process of suffocating him to death and sending him to hell!
Fuck this! He’d had the repair guy out three times already, and all he’d done was waste his time, parading his tight ass around the yard, leaving Jack with nothing but a boner that wouldn’t quit and an air conditioner that wouldn’t last out the week.
It was two o’clock in the morning, but screw him! It was hot as hell and Jack was not in the mood to suffer in silence. He stomped into the kitchen and grabbed the most recent receipt off the refrigerator where he’d stuck it just a few days ago. In red at the bottom it said 24-hour service, work guaranteed. Yeah right! There was a phone number. He stabbed it into his phone with an angry finger, knowing he’d get a machine. No one actually repaired air conditioners at two o’clock in the morning, regardless of what it said on their company receipt, but at the moment he was too pissed to care. At the least, he’d get to leave a detailed message explaining just how unhappy he was and that he would be changing maintenance companies A.S.A.P., fine ass notwithstanding! He was all set to spew when, after three rings, a deep, sleepy voice said, “Hello.”
No business name, but no real surprise at a call in the middle of the night either, and the voice sounded vaguely familiar. Jack hesitated for a second, caught off guard, and the voice came again, more impatient, “Hello. Who’s there?”
The impatience got him talking. “Is this Fisher Repair?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I need you to come fix my air conditioner.”
“What?” sleepy boy asked, sounding confused at last.
“My AC’s broke! You’ve been here three times already to work on it and it’s eight hundred degrees in my house right now. I’ve got a meeting in six hours so I need to get some sleep, which I can not do in this furnace! So, unless you want to get me a hotel, you need to come fix this piece o’ shit! Now! It says on your receipt 24-hour repair!”
Jack took a deep breath, ready to get hung up on, because he was being loud and rude and sarcastic, all of the things you weren’t supposed to do when you needed help from someone, but the voice just said, “Hold on,” and Jack heard a clunk and then papers rustling. A minute later, sleepy boy was back. Jack shook his head to clear away the vision of his repairman in bed. “Is this 207 Chestnut Grove?”
Hmmm. “Yeah.”
“Ok. I’ll be over in a half hour.”
“Ok.... well, ummm.... good. Thanks.” He wasn’t sure if thanks was reasonable or not, since this was his fourth call to hopefully get the problem fixed, but it never hurt to be polite... just in case. Better late than never. Besides, what could the guy expect? It was two a.m. and he was about to spontaneously combust. Nobody could be nice when they were this miserable. He needed to cool off and sleep - no more Mr. Nice Guy till then -and that wasn’t going to happen until his air conditioner was running.
The other thing he needed was to get laid, which was definitely contributing to his crankiness, and having hottie-boy repair guy coming and going all the time was just reminding him of what he was doing without. He’d been putting it off for way too long now, but this was the fuckin’ South, so who knew if they even allowed gays down here? What he liked to do was probably still illegal. He hadn’t even looked for a gay bar yet. Maybe next weekend he’d drive down to New Orleans. There’d be some there for sure.
Jack sometimes asked himself why he’d let corporate talk him into taking this job, but the answer always came back the same: money. He’d gotten a big raise and he was living in a rental house owned by the company, so he paid almost nothing above basic living expenses: utilities, cable, that kind of thing. The house sucked at the moment because it was August and the AC didn’t work worth a shit, but otherwise, it was nice.... three bedrooms, two baths, decent furniture. On top of that, he had a company car and a bigger office and a promised ticket out of this burg to anywhere he wanted to go after two years, maybe sooner if everything went perfectly. In the meantime, he could bank a lot of cash, work on his tan indoors since it was so fucking hot, and never have to worry about running out of condoms since he didn’t use them when he jerked off and that was the only action he’d seen since he arrived six weeks ago. Maybe if he thought of his life here as a reality show, the time would pass faster.
Jack heard the by-now-familiar grumble of the diesel engine as the repair truck pulled into his driveway. He never went out to talk to the guy, even though he was ice-cream on a stick in Jack's humble opinion. But the last thing dude needed was his non-mechanical self hanging around, sweltering in his suit and tie, offering opinions and lusting after him. He had. however, taken a few well-earned breaks from his paperwork to watch dude walk back and forth from his truck to the unit, had gotten a good look at long legs and strong brown arms streaked with dirt, curly blond hair sticking out from under a sweaty ball cap that said Fisher Repair on the front. He was younger than Jack by at least eight years, hadn’t yet grown the beer gut that was so popular with the locals. Lately, when he jerked off, Jack imagined him naked, long and lean with his pale body and his redneck, worker tan, hard and ready, lying on his bed. He made for good orgasms... lonely, but good.
Once, he’d had to come in the house to use the phone. Jack had let him in, tried to read his name above his pocket but it was covered in grease. He could make out an E but no more and couldn’t figure out a reasonable excuse to ask. E had stepped in carefully, head down, sweating, smelling of work and grease and the outside air. Jack had shown him to the telephone, imagined that he felt his eyes boring into his ass but that was just wishful thinking. Nobody down here that looked like him would be gay. He’d probably made babies with six different girls by now.
Jack hadn’t seen much of his face, nothing more than a strong profile and a square jaw. His hands were big, with long fingers and nicked-up knuckles. He’d checked the left one for rings and was happy when he didn’t see one but that didn’t mean a damn thing. This guy was more likely to be a woman in disguise than a queer boy and would love nothing more than to kick his ass for the sinful thoughts he was thinking. Jack had left him in the kitchen to make his call, stayed out of sight until he left the house a few minutes later.
Tonight was different though. Everything was different after midnight. Jack wasn’t in work mode, he wasn’t wearing a suit, and even if he never got further than a look, he wanted to see what he was missing. So when Jack heard the truck door slam, he stepped out onto the porch to greet him, wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped out and the sides sliced well down his ribs, beat-up gym shorts and his oldest tennis shoes. He was still closer to naked than not, not that E would notice. No, he’d never notice Jack’s broad shoulders and muscular build, wouldn’t be interested at all in the soft, dark hair that covered his chest and led a path down his belly to...... No, Jack, don’t be a dumb shit. Shut that off. He’s not going to notice that at all.
*
Ennis got his tool box from the back of the truck and headed slowly for the front porch. He could see Jack standing there, scowling at him, pissed as hell and who could blame him? As far as a way to meet the guy went, dicking around with his air conditioner during the hottest month of the year was obviously the king big daddy of bad ideas, but Ennis had been fresh out of good ones after his last visit, when Jack had disappeared just seconds after showing him to the phone. Besides, the unit was a total piece of shit and needed to be replaced. He’d just been delaying the inevitable. Maybe if he went ahead and gave him that bit of bad news, Jack wouldn’t go totally ballistic tonight, and he could come back later in the week to replace it and try again.
As Ennis approached the porch, his half-asleep eyes finally took in what he was seeing. Jack was watching him from his porch, ragged t-shirt pushed up so he could rub his flat, hairy belly, thin grey work-out shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. Shit! He was like the guy version of the horny housewives Ennis had to fight off every week, wearing nothing but tight t-shirts and silk boxers. In this case, Ennis was pretty sure he wasn’t going to have to deal with any unwanted advances. Not that they’d be unwanted... hell no! Ennis wanted it so bad he could taste it, but he knew he was lusting way out of his league with Jack.
Jack worked for the company Ennis’s sister worked for, and he’d gotten the scoop from her weeks ago. Jack was one of the golden boys, headed for high-level management and places far away from Hattiesburg. The last guy he’d be interested in would be him - a blue-collar repairman - even if the rumors were true and he was gay, which Ennis had a hard time believing. Jack didn’t look gay, just hot and annoyed. But no one ever suspected Ennis was gay either, not until they got their dick up his ass, or vice versa, so who knew? Miracles still happened, even in Bum Fuck. Ennis took a steadying breath and kept walking.
*
Jack watched him coming slowly through the thick St. Augustine grass, heat lightning flashing in the darkness behind him as he carried his tool box and a big work light up to the house. Jack scratched his belly and tried to ignore the yearnings that were already pooling thick and heavy down below. It was late; he was hot, tired and horny, and feeling just squirrelly enough to lose it and do something stupid if he wasn’t careful. He could just imagine calling in sick to work the next day... “Yeah, I’m in the hospital.... just a few stitches, couple of broken bones... I’ll be fine. Oh, and by the way, we need to look into getting a new maintenance company. Ours just quit!” Yeah, that’d be real smooth.
“Quit on ya again, huh?” E asked, stopping short in the grass. In the light filtering out from the porch, Jack could see his name over his pocket. Ennis. Great. It sounded like it came straight out of Deliverance. Jack was tempted to answer back with something smart-assed, but he caught the words and nodded, held Ennis’s deep brown gaze as he answered, “Yeah, and it’s hot as hell in there. No way I can sleep like that.”
“Sorry,” Ennis answered, shuffling in the grass, nervous and edgy, looking everywhere but at Jack. “It’s real humid tonight, worse than usual even. Bad storm’s comin’.”
“That’s great.... Well, you think you can get it running before it hits? If I don’t get some sleep, I won’t be worth a damn tomorrow.”
“Dunno. I’ll see what I can do though,” Ennis answered, squinting at him, and for the life of him, Jack couldn’t tell if it was a grin or a grimace he was seeing on his handsome face. In a perfect world it would be a grin now and a grimace in about a half hour, after he got the fucking air conditioner fixed and Jack took him to bed to show his appreciation. Unfortunately, it was not a perfect world Jack was living in.
Jack’s hands were getting fidgety, so he crossed his arms up high over his chest, tweaked his own nipple as his fingers slid by just to add another level to his own personal torture. Like it mattered at this point. He was inches away from a meltdown, could smell Ennis’s toothpaste, for God’s sake. Who the hell brushed their teeth to go fix an air conditioner at two in the morning? Or put on clean clothes? He wasn’t wearing the grimy uniform he normally showed up in, but close-fitting jeans and a half-buttoned work shirt that gave Jack a clear view of his chest, smooth, tan, and almost hairless. Jack swallowed a sudden mouthful of spit and hoped like hell Ennis didn’t decide to look down any time soon.
“Ok. Well, guess you better get to it then. Need me to hold your flashlight or something?” Oh shit, why the fuck did I say that? he wondered, but it was out there and he couldn’t take it back, so he stood his ground, trying to act normal and pretend like he didn’t have a hard-on while Ennis got up the courage to make eye contact again.
“You don’t have to, but if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate the help. Just got two hands, makes it hard to do everything all at once in the dark.”
Was that a smirk or a grin or does he just have a twitchy lip? Fuck me! Jack held his hand out for the light and tried to smile and not drool. Ennis was almost more eye candy than he could resist. “No problem. I do some of my best work in the dark.”
Their fingers brushed as Ennis handed him the light. Jack let his eyes linger on those wide lips, saw the quirk again as Ennis almost smiled but didn’t. Was Deliverance boy flirting?
“AC’s pretty much done for, you know. Really needs to be replaced. You’re wastin’ money trying to fix it,” Ennis mumbled. Jack flipped on the light and they headed towards the side of the house.
“It’s not my money. The house belongs to the company I work for so I don’t get a say. I’ll pass the word along though. I’m sick of dealing with this, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, don’t blame you. It’s way too fuckin’...” Ennis paused for a second, then cleared his throat, “S’cuse me... way too blooming hot to be living without air conditioning.”
Lightning lit the sky again and they exchanged a look almost as charged as the atmosphere before darkness reclaimed the night. “Better hurry,” Jack said, pointlessly, but Ennis just said, “Yeah,” and they walked faster.
When they got to the unit at last, Ennis opened up the cover and Jack shined the light in on coils and hunks of mechanical stuff that made no sense to him at all. Ennis asked him to move in closer, and soon he was straddling Ennis’s back holding the light right in front of his face, pointing down into the black guts of the thing, but Jack wasn’t thinking about the unit anymore, was totally homed in on the fact that his erection was hovering about six inches behind Ennis’s head and that if Ennis were to turn around, Jack could have it in his mouth almost instantaneously. That was a heady thought.
It made a hell of an embarrassing reality when Ennis suddenly turned to say something to him and got a face full of hard dick, actually bumped his nose on it before Jack could pull away. “Jesus!” Jack swore, trying to back up but his legs were spread and the position was too awkward and he tripped and fell on his ass. Unbelievably, Ennis was on him in the time it took for his head to sink down in the lush grass.
“I’m runnin’ outta ideas on how to figure you out. I heard some things about you, so I’m just gonna ask. Is this for me?” Ennis boldly cupped his hand over Jack’s erection and Jack thrust convulsively against his palm, stared up into the intense face just inches above his, the light shining off to the side but still letting him see what he needed to see, fear mixed with lust in those big brown eyes. Maybe he wasn’t from Deliverance after all.
“Yeah?” Jack whispered, still uncertain even in the face of need, so out of his element here that it was hard to believe this might actually be happening, but it was, because Ennis came closer till his big, hard body was pressing Jack down into the prickly grass and he could smell his Cresty breath and feel his hard-on thrusting back at his.
“Give me about three minutes to get this bitch running, but if you’re for real, you still won’t be getting any sleep tonight.” Thunder rolled and lightning sparked the sky.
Jack grabbed Ennis around the back of the neck and jerked him down for a kiss and a grind that was as electric as the light show exploding above them. “That real enough for you?”
“God, yeah!” Ennis growled back. “Now come on, hold the light so I can get this done ‘fore we fucking drown!”
Ennis pushed himself up, then grabbed Jack’s hand and pulled him to his feet. By the time Jack got the light, Ennis was kneeling in front of the AC box again, tinkering. Jack held the light as steady as he could while rubbing his cock on the back of Ennis’s head, too horny to wait the three minutes for some attention.
“That’s not helping!” Ennis shouted at him over the roar of the wind and thunder, but Jack didn’t let up, just grinned and shouted back, “Dude! You gotta learn to work under less than perfect conditions if you wanna get ahead in this world!”
“Fuck the world! I just wanna get head in your bedroom!” Ennis gave a big twist and the motor fired up.
“That’s even better!”
The heavens chose that moment to open up, drowning them instantly in a fierce deluge of driving rain. “Shit!” they both yelled, grabbing tools and scrambling wildly through the darkness and the wet, slippery grass back to the front porch.
Jack took the steps in a leap with Ennis right behind him and they slammed into the door, unable to stop, bodies colliding, fueling the fire that was already almost out of control. “Fuck! Get us in!” Ennis demanded and Jack pushed the door open as quick as he could and they were inside and everything went crazy after that because Ennis was on him, slamming him into the wall, holding him still with his weight and his strength as he hunched his ass and sunk his teeth deep into Jack’s shoulder.
“Goddamn, Ennis....... Thought you wanted to do it in the bedroom!”
“Don’t give a shit where we do it! Just wanna get to it,” Ennis groaned, grinding his pelvis into Jack’s ass and Jack could feel his erection but he wanted more, wanted to see skin and touch skin and taste skin. He slipped free of Ennis’s hold and turned so they were face to face, his hands going straight to Ennis’s jeans as he whispered through his kisses, “Ok, I’m gonna get you naked, then we’re going to my room and do whatever the fuck you want to.” He grinned evilly. “But then we’re gonna start over, and it’s my turn!”
Ennis grinned back, not the least bit worried looking. “Sounds good to me!”
Jack pushed the jeans down past Ennis’s narrow hips, stroked the hardness that popped out, then went to work on the buttons of his work shirt as Ennis toed off his wet shoes and kicked out of his pants. In under a minute he was standing before Jack in the dim light of the foyer, naked and hard and so fucking perfect, blond hair a riot of wet curls hanging around his face, beautiful brown eyes watching him - yeah with lust, but with something else too - respect maybe, the beginnings of affection. Jack wondered what it would be like to come home to this hot boy/man every night, to get to suck this cock and fuck this ass and then fall asleep holding him in his arms. It might be heaven.
“Come on! What’re you waitin’ on?” Ennis gave him a shove and Jack let go of his romantic dreams - for the moment at least - and refocused on his carnal ones. They stumbled into the bedroom sideways. Ennis had him naked by the time they hit the bed, Jack on the bottom, Ennis on top, and, true to his word, Jack gave way and let Ennis do whatever he wanted. It was no sacrifice. It seemed that Ennis’s fondest desire was to taste every inch of his body. “God, I wanna eat you up!” he murmured in his thick Southern accent as he kissed down Jack’s neck, sucked his nipples hard till Jack was moaning and bucking for friction. Ennis let go at last, began a slow, wet trip down to Jack’s cock.
“Oh sweet Jesus, Ennis, I can’t take much of that!” Jack yelled when Ennis deep-throated him on the very first suck and his balls seized up, ready to blow. Ennis grinned up at him, but he backed off some, sucking him gently, pulling his mouth up Jack’s shaft in slow, wet strokes that had Jack humming and ripping at the sheets as he tried to take it. Just the sight of Ennis’s blond head bobbing between his legs was almost enough to send him over the edge....... the blow job was total overkill.
“You like that, huh?” Ennis asked, rubbing his tongue lazily over the head of Jack’s cock.
“Yeah.....”
“This too?” he asked, then sucked his balls into his mouth, rubbing them with his tongue, making Jack writhe on the bed, his heels practically gouging holes in the mattress as he fought with his body for control.
“Yeah, fuck yeah!”
“How ‘bout this?” Ennis asked. In one quick move he hoisted Jack’s hips up in the air, spread his cheeks with his thumbs and dove in face first. Jack shouted “Oh fuck!” as he felt that magic mouth going nuts on his ass, licking and sucking until he was slick with spit, then spreading him even more as he fucked him with his tongue.
It was too much, too good, and overdue for way too long. The tongue pushed Jack over the edge. “Shit, Ennis! I can’t take anymore.... I’m fixin’ to come!”
“’S ok,” Ennis said, and Jack felt Ennis’s long fingers slipping in where the tongue had been, filling him up and riding him hard, and that warm, wet mouth sliding down his cock again, sucking him deep. Jack couldn’t hold it any longer, it was too much goodness to stand, so he let go, rocking into Ennis’s mouth as Ennis fucked him with his fingers, had no idea what he shouted when the wave finally hit and he filled Ennis’s mouth with his come.
Ennis sucked him dry, then said, “Mmmm.....” as he crawled up Jack’s body, his erection lying hot and heavy against Jack’s pubes.
“You saving this for something special?” Jack panted, flicking Ennis’s cock with the tip of his finger before drawing Ennis down for a lazy, come-flavored kiss.
“Yeah..... I like to shoot while I’m getting fucked, if that’s not too much trouble,” Ennis told him, and just that quick Jack felt his body stirring back to life.
“Un-uh.... that’s no trouble at all,” Jack whispered back, trying to ignore his mind and his questions and just focus on his body, but that never worked. He had to know. “Just out of curiosity, is this one of the regular side benefits of 24-hour service?”
Ennis laughed, swooped down for another kiss before he confessed, “I can’t really say for sure, seein’ as how this is a brand new policy I just implemented special for you. That’s not the business number you called, that’s my cell phone. My dad would kick your everlovin’ ass if you called him at two in the morning.” He grinned as he kissed Jack, rubbing their lips together and sliding his thick boner over Jack’s swelling one.
“Are you for real? You did that just to get at me?”
“Yeah, man, I’ve been scheming on you for a month, but I wasn’t gettin’ anywhere. Thought I was gonna have to break in and start disconnecting stuff!” Ennis let up kissing and stared down at him, the smile suddenly gone. “You’re not mad, are you? I wasn’t sure what else to do, you know.... I know this is probably just a one-shot deal.... you’re all fancy and I’m just a country boy.... but I just wanted to see what it’d be like. I never get a chance with guys like you,” Ennis admitted, and Jack felt that soft spot in his heart spreading. If this turned out right, he sure hoped he could take the boy out of Mississippi when the time came, because he really didn’t want to spend the rest of his life in Bum Fuck. But worse things could surely happen.
“No dude,” he answered with a smile and a shove so that Ennis was on his back and Jack was climbing on top for his turn, “I’m not mad, no way. Guess I kinda like the way you redneck boys think, after all,” he said, then they were kissing again and Jack let his heart run free as he took his turn and they made love.