"You're a man," Remy reminded him, his arms crossed over his chest. "What do you think will happen when he feels you up?" His blue eyes flashed. "Straight men like squeezing tits, and yours aren't real," he reminded him.
Glaring at his friends, he rested his hands on his hips. Chris knew they were right, but there was just something so compelling about the man. His voice exuded a sexy allure that Chris really wanted to explore … along with other things of the man. "Maybe if he gets to know me, he won't mind," he said.
Eric snorted. "Really? Did I just hear you say that?" Chris knew a couple bad experiences with straight men in the past had caused his friends disbelief, but he couldn't stop the cringe.
Eric sighed and moved to his side. The man rested a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."
Eric shook his head and smiled sadly at Chris. "I know how you get. You fall in love too quickly and then when it doesn't work, we pick up the pieces," he said, glancing over at Remy to encompass them both. "We just don't want you to get your hopes up over a
straight man."
"I know," he whispered, His friends really were right. Chris
looked at the clock and grimaced. Thirty minutes until Manon
arrived. "It's too late to cancel now, so help me look like a woman
again. After dinner, I'll break the news that we're just not good for
each other and then I'll never see him again," he told his friends. He knew they had good reason to give him dubious looks. Chris
felt grateful that they deemed to help him anyway.
After carefully tucking his cock and balls into the jock strap, he
donned the padded bra and sun dress. He slipped his pedicured toes
into a pair of white, wedge-heeled sandals and tied them on. Next,
he wrapped a scarf around his throat to hide his Adam's apple. His breathing became shallower and shallower as the time
approached for Manon to arrive. Remy scolded him more than
once to sit still while he applied Chris's make-up. A spritz of
perfume and Chris was as ready as he'd ever be.
"Remember," Eric warned. "No contact that could give you a
boner. You know how uncomfortable that will be with the way
you're tucked."
Chris nodded, fighting a blush. He did know. He still
remembered coming home and jacking off to memories of
Manon's hand on his arm and the sound of his accented voice.
Sexy straight fucker.
The outside apartment buzzer sounded right at six, and Chris
had to hand it to the guy for his punctuality. He pressed the
intercom button and said, "Yes?"
"It's Manon," came the reply.
"Come on up," Chris said, pressing the release button. He
looked at his friends. "If you can't be civil, make yourselves
scarce," he snapped.
His friends rolled their eyes and slumped onto the couch in his
living room.
"Whatever," Chris muttered.
He heard steps on the stairs. Screwing up his courage, Chris
opened the door and smiled. His breath left him, and he swallowed
hard, grateful for the scarf. The long-haired redhead was just sexy
beyond words. He wanted to throw himself at the man and climb
him like a pole.
Instead, he swallowed again to get moisture in his throat. "Hi,"
Chris murmured.
Manon smiled widely, his dark eyes flashing. "Hello, Chris. It's
good to see you again," he said, moving into his space. Chris just knew the man was going to try to kiss him. He could
see it coming a mile away. He was a man, after all. Going against
every desire raging through his body, Chris took a step back, using
the move as an excuse to invite him in. "I'll be just a second," he
said. "I need to grab a jacket."
Manon nodded and Chris slipped away. He strode into the
living room. Feeling Manon following him, Chris gave his friends
a warning look and said, "This is Remy Smithson and Eric
Young." He shot a smile over his shoulder and added, "You may
remember them from the bar."
"Oui, nice toofficially meet you both," Manon stated politely.
Chris picked up his jacket and found Manon eying his friends
warily. The big man waved a hand between them and said slowly,
"So, are you roommates, or, uh," he frowned, obviously uncertain
how to broach the subject.
Eric snickered. "Don't worry, big guy. We're just friends.
Neither of us live here, but since Chris doesn't have any family in
town, it's our job to read you the riot act, so to speak."
Manon's brows shot up. "Oh, yeah?" He turned to look at Chris.
"Where are you from?"
"Cincinnati," Chris answered shortly. He grabbed Manon's arm
and tried to push the man from the room, only to find himself
stopped by an immovable wall of muscle.
Chris looked up at Manon in surprise. He found himself
impressed, considering Chris stood five-foot ten and wore threeinch heels. What did that make Manon? Six-two? Six-three? "These two are like your brothers, then?" Manon asked, his
look serious.
Realizing he still held Manon's arm, he quickly dropped it.
Touching this man was not good for his libido. Chris could already
feel his dick plumping. Much more and he'd start to really feel it. Chris nodded. "Yes."
"Good to know." Manon smiled. "Because once I've found
what I want, I don't share, cherie," he crooned. His dark eyes
glittered with something Chris couldn't hope to name.
"Really?" Eric cut derisively. "And just how long do you hang
on … " He added air quotes, " … to things you want?"
Manon held Eric's gaze for a second and licked his lips. "You
not be the one I need to convince, bra," he muttered.
A strong arm wrapped firmly around Chris's waist, hugging his
hip tight to Manon's thigh. "You be who I need to convince,"
Manon said, giving Chris a heated look.
Before Chris could react, Manon dropped his head and claimed
hismouth. Manon didn't ask permission-he demanded. He swept
his tongue inside, twined their tongues together, and tasted every
inch of Chris's mouth. Any hope of not getting a boner was gone
with Chris's first taste of the man. Dark, masculine, and earthy. He
couldn't stop the whimper of pain and lust.
After several heart-stopping seconds, Manon released his mouth
and smiled down at him. "Now, we go to dinner where I convince
you I can be a gentleman, oui?"
Chris had to swallow and lick his lips before he found his voice.
"Okay."
He didn't bother looking at his friends-not that he'd know
what to say to them anyway. Chris just let Manon take his hand
and lead him out the door.
Manon did prove to be a gentleman, opening the door to the car and helping him into the old, classic Camaro. Chris wasn't a car buff by any means, but even hecould appreciate the engine's throaty purr and buttery soft, leather interior.
Smoothing a palm over the inside of the door, he whispered, "Wow, what year is it?"
Manon lifted abrow. "Like cars do you, cherie?"
Okay, so maybe women wouldn't be interested, but Chris just couldn't help himself. He nodded eagerly. "I do. I would love a vintage nineteen sixty-six or sixty-seven Shelby five hundred, but I don't think I'd ever be able to afford something like that."
Grinning, Manon replied, "She's a nineteen sixty-nine Camaro with a rebuilt three-ninety-six cubic inch engine, zero to sixty in five point two seconds."
Chris couldn't stop his grin. "You gonna drive that fast?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew how they sounded. Too bad his dick was trying to do the exact same thing. He had to keep one hand on his lap just to be sure the bulge of his erection didn't show.
Because he was watching, Chris saw Manon's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. The red-head glanced his way and grinned. "Now, dat wouldn't be ver' gentlemanly, would it?"
The thick Cajun accent and the gleam in his eye made Chris want to leap across the console and suck the man's dick until he exploded. Problem was, that would lead to other things, which Chris couldn't do. Instead, he fought back a whimper and looked out the window. He did manage to whisper, "I guess not."
They fell into an uncomfortable silence. He couldn't hear Manon's heavy breathing over the roar of the engine, but from the corner of his eye, he could see the quick rise and fall of the man's chest. Shit, they needed to talk about something else.
"So, what do you do, Manon?" Chris asked. That had to be safe, right?
Manon flashed a grin at him. "I'm a helicopter pilot and paramedic. I work for the hospital, mostly flying Life Flight."
Chris knew his eyes widened. "Wow! That's really sweet! I bet the views of the mountains are stunning."