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Story: Hitting the Jackpot

“Maybe we should discuss discipline for a naughty boy,” Jesse questioned, hoping for a change in the subject.

Lake shook his head. “I’m a good boy. Everyone knows that.”

“Wicked,” Jesse reminded.

“Only for you,” Lake said. “Now why were you blushing?”

“That first time I saw you,” Jesse said.

“I couldn’t even talk around you. Remember that?”

“Except that wasn’t the first time I saw you.”

“Sure it was,” Lake argued.

“No, baby. You came to the club to sign some paperwork. You were wearing a pink button-down shirt tucked into black jeans with shining black boots. I was coming out of the supply room trying to figure out where two cases of napkins had disappeared to. You passed the hall that I was standing in and I swear to fucking God that I saw heaven. Like the ceiling opened up and the sun was shining down on you. Fuck! I might have heard harps playing.”

Lake stared at him in silence for several long minutes.

Was that too much? Just as Jesse was beginning to regret being that open and honest with Lake, the boy began to giggle.

The giggles turned into full belly laughs.

Jesse’s mouth dropped open. Lake was laughing at him?

Lake grabbed onto Jesse’s shoulders before pushing Jesse onto his back and hovering over him.

As sexy as it was to be manhandled by him, Jesse’s feelings were more than a little hurt.

“I thought I imagined you,” Lake said seriously.

“What?”

“When we met. We were being introduced, and it was like someone had gone in my head and made you from my fantasies.”

“I think that’s laying it on a little much,” Jesse replied.

“Unliked the skies opening up or hearing harps?” Lake teased.

That was fair. “Aren’t we a pair?”

Lake rested his chin on Jesse’s chest as he peered up at him. “A good pair. The best.”

“We are pretty awesome,” Jesse agreed. “It’s early. Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“No,” Lake drawled.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

“No.”

“What do you want to do?” Jesse questioned.

Lake bit his lip. “There is one thing.”

“Anything, baby. What?”

“You promise not to laugh?” Lake requested.