Damian's Treble - Rescue for Hire 3 http://www.bookstrand.com/damians-treble
Treb knew the pilot was watching him again. A person would
think the guy would be too busy flying the plane, but it looked like he was one
of those who could multitask. Treb wasn’t sure he trusted a multi-tasker. They
always seemed to have an ulterior motive.
The guy was sure nice to look at, though. He was about a
half foot taller than Treb. In his opinion, that wasn’t too tall.
Damian’s hair was the same color as a horse in Treb’s
favorite book from his childhood. When Treb had been a little kid, every night
he would sit on his mother’s lap in an old wooden rocking chair. Together they
would look at picture books and read stories. It was their time.
One night they were looking at a book filled with pictures
of horses. On one of the pages he had seen the most beautiful horse. He pointed
to it and asked, “What color is this one?”
“That color, my darling, would be called chestnut. Isn’t
that horse beautiful with all of that shiny reddish brown hair? It looks so
soft,” his mom had answered.
“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” he replied. He had felt his mom
kiss the top of his head then.
They had spent the rest of the night looking at the horse
book and then his mom had put him to bed. Treb always thought his mom was the
coolest.
Damian’s hair was shiny like that horse’s, too. Absently he
wondered if it was as soft as it looked.
Treb had to admit the guy’s eyes were fun to watch. They were
blue with a hint of green in them. When that punk at the hotel tried to make
him dance, Treb had seen Damian’s eyes turn from blue to sparkly green. Treb
figured that green meant Damian was getting revved up about something. Although
he didn’t know why the man would get upset, he had handled it just fine.
Treb had to admit he had been disappointed when Damian had
turned him down for a fuck. He was Treb’s favorite type, with the whole wide
shoulders and muscled chest thing going on. Add in the small waist and tight
ass, and Treb really wanted to strip his clothes off and explore to his heart’s
content. Now that was an unusual state for him. He didn’t stick around long
enough with a hookup for any exploring. That always made things messy, and not
in a hot, sweaty sex kind of way. He so did not do that whiny emotional crap.
According to Bret, Treb needed to start talking to people
more. In his twenty-eight years of life, he hadn’t seen the point of all that “getting
to know you” shit. If a man had an itch, he scratched it. It worked for him.
Except now, tall, fine, and chestnut had turned him down. Maybe since he had
nothing better to do he could find out why.
Damian watched Treb stand up and make his way out of his
corner to the seat next to him.
“Hey,” came the greeting.
“Hey, yourself.” Damian knew he had to let Treb start the
conversation. Then he would make sure he enjoyed it enough to come back for
more. Except now, neither of them was saying anything.
After a few more moments of silence with Treb just sitting
there looking out the window, Damian was second guessing his strategy. Finally
Treb spoke again.
“When we get back home, do you want to fuck?” Treb thought
it was worth a try, but by the sudden slump of Damian’s shoulders, maybe not.
“Nope.” Damian wanted to howl and scream in frustration.
But by digging deep into his military training, he managed to keep his
patience.
“You like flying airplanes and helicopters?” There, that sounded
like a halfway decent question. Bret would be proud.
“I’ve always wanted to be a pilot and hope to keep flying
until the day I die,” Damian answered, silently willing the man to keep going.
“Is there anything else you like to do?” Man, he was getting
good at this.
“In my free time I like rock climbing, snow skiing, and
zipping around in my ultralight plane.” Damian wanted to see if anything pricked
the man’s interest. He held back a smile at the bright curious look that lit up
Treb’s face.
“You have an ultralight? I have always thought it would be
a riot to try one of those. What’s it like?” Treb asked.
“The weather is supposed to be pretty good tomorrow. If you
wanted to come over to my house, we could go up for a while.” Damian said a
silent prayer that the man would say yes.
“Really? Is there enough room for the both of us?”
“It’s a two passenger. There’s room,” Damian assured him..
“Okay. What time?”
“I have some things that need to get done in the morning so
just after noon would be good.”
“Sounds good.”
And just like that the two had a date. One of them was
oblivious and the other was fist pumping in his mind.
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