Saturday, December 19, 2015

On the nineteenth day of December my true love gave to me....
Callum's Love - The Men of the Crazy Angle 5

“Adam, have those blood samples gone out to the lab yet?” a voice rang out.

Ryan jumped so high at the sudden invasion to the quiet room, his ass left the seat of the office chair and his arm knocked an open bottle of water across the desk. He caught a glimpse of a huge, gorgeous blond coming into the room right before his butt landed back onto the seat, rocking the chair violently and tipping it over. The next thing Ryan knew, the chair was lying on the floor with him still in it.


* * * *


Callum wasn’t sure what had just happened. He walked into the ranch office to ask Adam a question, only to startle a cute brunet. The next thing he knew water was flying all over the place. Now Callum was looking at the underside of Graham’s office chair, with the bottom half of the cutie’s legs and sock-clad feet sticking straight up in the air. Absently Callum noted that one sock was red and one blue.

Quickly Callum grabbed the bottle that was still spinning wildly, spraying water all over everything. Setting it upright on the water-splattered desk, Callum swiftly picked up the laptop and turned it sideways, trying to keep any moisture from seeping inside and frying it. Taking a couple of tissues out of a slightly damp box sitting next to a drenched pencil holder, Callum wiped the laptop as best as he could.

After Callum had placed the computer on an empty chair, he went around the desk to see if the man attached to the mismatched socks was okay. Callum may have hesitated just a little when he got a closer look at the man still sitting in a chair that wasn’t upright but lying on the floor.

His first thought was that the man was too thin. From the angle Callum was standing and the position of the chair, he couldn’t at first tell how tall the guy was. But then Callum decided the cutie wasn’t very tall. Callum liked the man’s rich, dark brown colored hair even if it did have a quarter-size bare spot behind his cute little ear. The man’s bangs stood straight up, obviously resisting any attempt to comb it one way or the other.

As he neared the man, blazing attraction tightened his belly with its punch. This surprised Callum. Usually he was able to push aside instant chemistry until certain traits about his potential partners were revealed.

Callum frowned. The guy was just lying there, with his eyes closed. Callum started to worry that he might have injured himself when he fell.

“Are you all right?” Callum asked. Leaning over, he tried to tell if the guy was distressed in any way. A clean, soapy scent mixed with some light cologne reached his nose. Callum’s skin prickled and his dick noticed.

“I think so,” the man replied.

When the man spoke, his voice was raspy like he had been screaming in passion for hours. The sound drew Callum’s gaze to lips that were shaped like a pink cupid’s bow, waiting for a kiss or Callum’s dick, whichever he chose to give the man.

“Are you stuck, can I help you up?” Callum asked. It didn’t look like any part of the man was trapped in any way, and yet he continued to lie in the chair with his feet still up in the air. If Callum lifted the chair and set it upright, the man would be still sitting in it perfectly.

“I’m scared.”

Callum frowned. He again scanned the man and the area around him, and couldn’t find anything that would cause the guy to be afraid.

“How about you open your eyes and then we can go from there?” Callum asked.

Callum’s breath caught when the man finally opened his eyes. Callum had never seen anything like it. One eye was a bright startling blue, and one eye was brown. Both eyes stared at Callum, not blinking. Automatically Callum checked the size of each pupil for any sign of concussion.

“Does anything hurt?” Callum asked. From years of experience, he kept his voice calm, even though his heart was racing, and a shiver was making its way up his spine.

“I must have hit my head,” the man replied. “Because there is no way I could ever be lucky enough to be this close to an Adonis like you.”


* * * *


Ryan had never seen such an extraordinarily amazing-looking man before. The guy made a young Brad Pitt look ugly. Drool-worthy muscles outlined his blue polo shirt. The shirt color emphasized his gorgeous, sapphire-blue eyes. Looking closer, Ryan saw that a bruise covered one of them in what his father would have called a shiner.

His gaze moved on and took in the man’s blond hair that was just long enough it called to Ryan, asking him to run his fingers through it. There wasn’t anything Ryan could think of that he wanted more than to have the guy’s full lips covering his in a kiss. That is, except maybe he wished he wasn’t lying on his back while still sitting in a chair.

The man leaned in closer and Ryan tipped his head up, ready for the kiss he longed for. Fingers buried themselves into his hair. Ryan’s cock jumped and started to fill.

Ryan jerked, and his eyes popped open when a finger hit a sore spot on the back of his head.

“You have a small bump right here. Do you feel dizzy or nauseous in any way?”

His heart dropped in disappointment. There wasn’t any passion on the man’s face just inches above Ryan’s, only concern.

“Hey, is something wrong? Can you hear me?” the man asked.

“Yeah, I can hear you. I’m fine,” Ryan answered, tipping his head back down and trying to find any scrap of dignity hiding somewhere behind his stupidity.

“All right. Let’s get you up and see how you do.”

The probing fingers left Ryan’s head and traveled to encircle his waist. The world tilted and the man lifted Ryan into the air before gently depositing him on top of the hard, wet desk. Now he could see his Adonis was tall, at least six-three. Ryan shivered, not able to stop the effect the man was having on him.

“Talk to me, little man. What hurts?”

“I’m not little, and my name is Ryan Timmons.” He couldn’t stop from wincing.

“You’re a lot smaller than I am, Ryan Timmons. And I saw that wince. What hurts?”

“Um, well, nothing hurts. I’m just sorta…” Ryan murmured.

Warm, firm hands ran over Ryan’s arms. The Adonis gave his legs the same treatment. By now Ryan was in pain from his hard dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

“Nothing seems broken. Come on, Ryan, talk to me,” the man ordered.
Ryan looked up at the man and blurted, “I’m sitting in cold water.”

The man snorted and ducked his head. Mortified, Ryan did the only thing he could think of and got back to business. “I sent those vials in with the lab van last night. There wasn’t any rush stickers on them so the results should be back by tomorrow.”

“What?” The man looked adorably confused.

“You came in here asking if the blood samples went out and I just answered your question,” Ryan pointed out. “Graham hired me to help him and Adam in the office.”

“Oh, okay. I’m Callum Leeman, by the way,” Callum said.

Ryan held out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Callum’s eyebrows rose, but he shook Ryan’s hand. Ryan’s heart sank. He had seen that look on the faces of many people before. His racing mind and stupid clumsiness had just ruined any chance he might have had with the big man.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Ryan.” Callum smiled, and Ryan’s heart almost stopped. Stupid heart, it never listened to his mind, and now it wanted someone he didn’t have a prayer of getting.

Callum’s strong hands lifted Ryan off the desk and stood him on his feet. Ryan immediately pulled away the cold, wet material clinging to his ass.

“Thanks. Um, I think I need to go change,” he said, totally embarrassed and wanting to escape.

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