A/N: Howdy, folks. Thought I'd try a different tack on the 'straight guy who might not be as straight as he thinks' angle. Tell me what you think of it -DL
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The Morning After
Chapter 1
Riley O'Shea came awake slowly but surely, his alcohol-fogged brain trying to take in his surroundings as he squinted feebly at the ceiling overhead. Where was he? What was going on? Then he felt a warm body settle in next to his, and a hand slide over his bare chest. A soft murmur reached his ears. Riley grinned to himself. Well, that explained one thing, at least! He'd picked up some random girl at the party last night, and had come back with her to her place for a night of drunken passion. He wished that he could remember what had happened; it kind of sucked that he'd gotten laid and had no memory of it. But maybe a morning repeat could be arranged? Hmm, the possibilities...
The person lying next to him snuggled even closer, and Riley's booze-addled brain registered an anomaly that sparked the beginning of a hazy anxiety within him. A chest was being pressed to his side, a chest devoid of a pair of warm, soft mounds that came standard on every woman. How could the chick wrapped around him not have any breasts?! Riley's mind began to squall at him, and he sat bolt upright in the bed even though the movement made him want to puke his guts out.
Torn between nausea and fear, he turned his head(with a groan for the headache pounding in his skull) and looked down at the person lying in the bed next to him. A slender, pale-skinned form was only half-covered by the blanket. Pink lips were opened as the person breathed softly in his sleep(His? HIS?!) and pale-golden lashes lay against his porcelain cheeks. Pretty as he was, it was clearly a MAN sleeping next to him! And he was naked, too! Oh, God, what the hell had happened last night?!
Riley groaned again, cradling his head in his hands. "Oh, shit," he muttered. "Oh, fuck."
"You can say that again," a sleepy voice murmured. His eyes flew open, and he stared down into a pair of blue-grey eyes. A small smile lifted the pink lips. "Good morning, handsome," the other man added, reaching out a hand to run it down Riley's thigh caressingly.
He flinched away from that touch. The other man's eyes narrowed slightly. "What's the matter?" he asked with a frown, starting to sit up himself.
"Nothing!" Riley yelped, beginning to wriggle toward the edge of the bed. He had to get out of here! Now!
"Hey, what's wrong?" a hand touched his arm, and he jerked away wildly. "What's your problem, dude?"
Riley began to breathe heavily. "I'm not gay," he managed to say stiffly.
A sardonic laugh. "Sure, you're not."
"I'm not!" he protested, his voice going a bit too high.
"Well, you could have fooled me," the other man said dryly. "For a straight guy, you sure were enthusiastic about fucking another guy last night."
Oh, Jesus! Riley made a small sound of horror in the back of his throat, turning back to look at the slender man sitting in all of his naked splendor in the middle of the bed. His eyes veered away quickly, and focused on a picture hung on the wall. "I didn't...I didn't...have sex with you, did I?" he asked in horror.
"Well, if you didn't it was a guy who looked A LOT like you," the other man replied acerbically.
Oh, no. Oh, no. This could NOT be happening! He hadn't...he couldn't have...could he have? After all, he'd been really, REALLY drunk last night! Had he let a gay guy take advantage of him because he'd been so wasted? "You hit on me at the party last night," he said aloud. It was all coming together in his head, what must have happened. "You talked me into having sex with you."
A caustic laugh. "I hate to break it to you, buddy boy, but YOU hit on ME," the blonde replied. "I was just minding my own business, when you came up to me and totally put the moves on me. You're pretty sexy and good-looking, so I took you up on your suggestion and brought you back here. Then we fucked. Three times. It was great. This, however, isn't so great. You're not blaming ME for you hitting on a gay guy even though you're straight. Uh uh. That's all on you, pal."
Dear God. Riley felt cold. He couldn't have! He wouldn't have, no matter how drunk he'd been! Would he? The other man sighed. "Why don't you get dressed and leave?" he said to Riley. "You're clearly weirded out by all of this. I was hoping for some morning sex, but that's obviously a no-go."
Riley was all for this suggestion. He had to get out of here! He crawled to the edge of the bed and staggered to his feet, looking around for his clothes. He felt like heaving again when he turned his head, and was very glad when he spotted his clothes draped over a chair nearby. He got dressed as fast as he could, fumbling with his clothing with fingers that felt like they had lead in them. His male one-night stand watched him impassively from the bed, a small, annoyed frown on his face. When Riley was finally dressed, he pointed toward the door. "Sayona," he said crisply.
Riley stumbled out of the bedroom without saying anything else. He was so freaked out that he was close to losing it. He went out the front door of the apartment, stumbling down the sidewalk toward the street. He stopped briefly to turn around and find out what the name and address of the apartment complex was, before he pulled his cell phone from his back pocket and called a cab company to send a cab to take him home. He was going to crawl into his own bed and forget that this had ever happened, and never think of it again...
His success at this was only minimal at best. Over the next few days, all Riley could think about was the fact that he'd had sex with a MAN! It was at the back of his mind as he went about his day, directing his construction crew as they labored to build a new shopping mall. It was there when he went out for drinks with the other guys after work, and when he sat down to eat his dinner in front of the TV each night. And it was especially there when he crawled into his empty bed, and memories of waking up next to a naked man would surface and play out behind his eyes...
It was driving him crazy. He'd always been perfectly straight. What had changed? The fact that he'd been falling-down drunk at the party might have had something to do with it, but even that wasted he should never have hit on a MAN! On every pretty girl in the place, sure, but another man? He couldn't figure it out. Maybe the best thing to do would be to get back on the horse, figuratively speaking, and go out and pick up a woman at a bar or club. Maybe that would help him to forget what had happened. Yeah, that's what he'd do, after work tonight.
When Riley entered the trailer that was the construction company's offices on the build site, he saw his boss talking to someone else. When the man spotted him, he waved a hand and called: "Hey, Riley! Come and meet our new secretary. Riley O'Shea, this is our new secretary Keith Hendrickson. Keith, this is Riley O'Shea, or construction crew foreman."
He started to say hello, but the words died in his throat when his boss stepped aside and he saw the new secretary that Bill had hired for the very first time. Or the second time, anyway. The first time, this person had been lying naked next to him in bed...Riley felt like he'd been punched in the gut as he met the blue-grey stare of his one-night stand. Those eyes were narrowing a little as Keith Hendrickson replied calmly: "We've met before, Mr. Clancy. At a party about a week ago. Do you remember me, Mr. O'Shea?" he gibed, a small smile on his face.
Riley somehow pulled himself together. "Of course I remember you," he replied as calmly as he could manage, which wasn't that calm.
"Oh?" Bill Clancy said heartily. "So you've met before. That's good. Keith here comes highly recommended, Riley. He'll do good work for us. Anyway, I'll leave you two to get reacquainted. You'll give him a run-down of what's required, right, Riley?" he asked.
"Sure," he said through stiff lips.
Bill nodded and left the trailer. Keith's eyes turned to his face as they door closed behind him. "It'll be a...pleasure working with you, Mr. O'Shea," he said tauntingly.
Riley wanted to snarl at him. "Listen," he snapped. "You were hired to be our secretary, and I expect you to be totally professional. If you can't be, there's the door. Got it?"
Keith stiffened, and his face went blank. "Of course, Mr. O'Shea. I understand," he said, his voice emotionless. "Please tell me what you need me to do as your secretary."
Riley felt a small lance of guilt go through him, but he ignored it. He had to be on working terms only with Keith. It was the only way he'd be able to get through work every day. So he began to lay out what was expected of the construction company's secretary, and Keith listened quietly and threw in a question once in awhile. They were all intelligent and on-point, and Riley began to realize that no matter how inconvenient it was for him, Keith was going to do a good job as their new secretary. Scratch the idea of firing him for incompetence...
When he was finally done, Keith nodded. "I think I've got it," he remarked.
"Okay. If you have any questions, just call me," Riley said, then gave Keith his cell phone number.
"I will. Is there anything else, Mr. O'Shea?"
"No, that's all for now. I'll let you get back to work. And umm...welcome to Clancy Construction, Mr. Hendrickson."
"Thank you. I'm sure I'll like it here," Keith said, no insinuation in his voice whatsoever.
"Uh, yeah. I've got to get back to work," Riley fled the trailer, cursing silently in his head. What were the odds that his only male one-night stand would be hired as the company secretary? Obviously some deity or other really, REALLY hated him!
Riley woke up that night from a dream. A very erotic, very sexual dream. In it, he'd been having hot, steamy sex with someone that he couldn't quite see. It was the best sex of his life, and he'd thrust into the writhing body under him with abandon. Arms had clutched at his shoulders, and a voice had moaned in his ear: "More, more!"
He'd put the last of his energy into driving his hips as hard as he could, pumping into hot tightness. Then, just before he'd been ready to come, he'd looked down into the face of the person he was fucking. Keith Hendrickson smiled sexily up at him, his eyes glazed with desire and sweat making his blonde hair stick to his forehead. "You're the best, baby," he'd moaned throatily, and Riley woke up in a complete state of shock...
Shit! He stumbled into the bathroom to wash his face in hot water and try to wake up. Bleary eyes peered at him out of a face twisted with anxiety. He'd dreamed about having sex with Keith! And not only had it been hot, it'd been the best damn sex that he'd ever had in his life! He was losing it, definitely losing it. He had to find a girl, and fast, to get Keith out of his head and his dreams alike. Today after work he'd go trolling the bars, looking for a woman to pick up. Once he had sex with her, he was sure that he could put Keith out of his mind for good. That drunken, one-night stand would become a thing of the hazy past, something for him to never think about consciously again...
Good plan. Riley felt better about everything as he drove to work in the morning. He hadn't had any more erotic dreams, much to his relief. As he entered the trailer, he saw Keith's blond head bent over his desk. The secretary glanced briefly up at him. "Good morning, Mr. O'Shea," he said coolly.
"Good morning, Mr. Hendrickson," Riley replied. They'd been stiffly formal with each other since yesterday, which he was grateful for. He didn't want any familiarity between them. They'd had enough of that already...
"I've filed the last of the building permits," Keith remarked. "You're on schedule."
"Thank you, Mr. Hendrickson," Riley said, then added generously: "You're doing a great job."
"Thank you, Mr. O'Shea. I'm glad that you're pleased with my work," Keith said in a flat, emotionless voice. "Is there anything that you need from me?"
Riley froze for a second, until his panicked mind realized that Keith meant did he need anything from him as the company secretary. "No, not today," he said quickly. "But I'll let you know if something comes up."
"All right. There's a fresh pot of coffee on, help yourself," Keith said, turning back to his work.
Riley went to pour himself a cup of coffee, hearing a cell phone ring behind him. Keith's voice said: "Hello? Oh, hi, Toby. Yeah, I'll definitely be there tonight. Yes, I'll wear something hot. I've got this pair of jeans that...never mind. I'm at work, I can't talk long. I'll see you tonight."
Riley's shoulders tensed. "You shouldn't take personal calls at work, Mr. Hendrickson," he snapped angrily.
Silence. Then Keith said stonily: "I'm sorry, Mr. O'Shea. It won't happen again."
"Good," he muttered, then stalked out of the trailer. His head was pounding, and his stomach was churning inside of him. And he was going to do his damnedest to ignore the fact that what he was feeling was something a lot like jealousy...
Riley drove himself hard at work that day, trying to empty his mind of every thought. He was exhausted by the time they knocked off at five o'clock, but he'd succeeded(mostly). He saw Keith emerging from the trailer and walking toward his little car, but he pretended that he didn't see the company secretary. And Keith never looked at him, though Riley suspected that he knew he was there. He got into his truck and drove away, intending to get cleaned up and go to a bar looking for a woman to pick up.
A few hours later, Riley lay in his bed naked while the woman he'd brought home got cleaned up in the bathroom. Mission accomplished! He'd picked up a woman in a bar, had brought her back to his place, and had done the deed. He could relax - he was still capable of having sex with women. All was right in his world once more.
Except...during the entire time that he'd been having sex with her, all that Riley could think about was that molten hot sex dream that he'd had about doing it with Keith. And when he'd looked down into the woman's face, all he'd seen was a pair of open, pouty pink lips moaning for him, and a pair of blue-grey eyes glazed with passion. He shuddered and threw an arm up over his eyes. Oh, God. He was screwed. He was so very, very screwed...
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The Morning After
Chapter 1
Riley O'Shea came awake slowly but surely, his alcohol-fogged brain trying to take in his surroundings as he squinted feebly at the ceiling overhead. Where was he? What was going on? Then he felt a warm body settle in next to his, and a hand slide over his bare chest. A soft murmur reached his ears. Riley grinned to himself. Well, that explained one thing, at least! He'd picked up some random girl at the party last night, and had come back with her to her place for a night of drunken passion. He wished that he could remember what had happened; it kind of sucked that he'd gotten laid and had no memory of it. But maybe a morning repeat could be arranged? Hmm, the possibilities...
The person lying next to him snuggled even closer, and Riley's booze-addled brain registered an anomaly that sparked the beginning of a hazy anxiety within him. A chest was being pressed to his side, a chest devoid of a pair of warm, soft mounds that came standard on every woman. How could the chick wrapped around him not have any breasts?! Riley's mind began to squall at him, and he sat bolt upright in the bed even though the movement made him want to puke his guts out.
Torn between nausea and fear, he turned his head(with a groan for the headache pounding in his skull) and looked down at the person lying in the bed next to him. A slender, pale-skinned form was only half-covered by the blanket. Pink lips were opened as the person breathed softly in his sleep(His? HIS?!) and pale-golden lashes lay against his porcelain cheeks. Pretty as he was, it was clearly a MAN sleeping next to him! And he was naked, too! Oh, God, what the hell had happened last night?!
Riley groaned again, cradling his head in his hands. "Oh, shit," he muttered. "Oh, fuck."
"You can say that again," a sleepy voice murmured. His eyes flew open, and he stared down into a pair of blue-grey eyes. A small smile lifted the pink lips. "Good morning, handsome," the other man added, reaching out a hand to run it down Riley's thigh caressingly.
He flinched away from that touch. The other man's eyes narrowed slightly. "What's the matter?" he asked with a frown, starting to sit up himself.
"Nothing!" Riley yelped, beginning to wriggle toward the edge of the bed. He had to get out of here! Now!
"Hey, what's wrong?" a hand touched his arm, and he jerked away wildly. "What's your problem, dude?"
Riley began to breathe heavily. "I'm not gay," he managed to say stiffly.
A sardonic laugh. "Sure, you're not."
"I'm not!" he protested, his voice going a bit too high.
"Well, you could have fooled me," the other man said dryly. "For a straight guy, you sure were enthusiastic about fucking another guy last night."
Oh, Jesus! Riley made a small sound of horror in the back of his throat, turning back to look at the slender man sitting in all of his naked splendor in the middle of the bed. His eyes veered away quickly, and focused on a picture hung on the wall. "I didn't...I didn't...have sex with you, did I?" he asked in horror.
"Well, if you didn't it was a guy who looked A LOT like you," the other man replied acerbically.
Oh, no. Oh, no. This could NOT be happening! He hadn't...he couldn't have...could he have? After all, he'd been really, REALLY drunk last night! Had he let a gay guy take advantage of him because he'd been so wasted? "You hit on me at the party last night," he said aloud. It was all coming together in his head, what must have happened. "You talked me into having sex with you."
A caustic laugh. "I hate to break it to you, buddy boy, but YOU hit on ME," the blonde replied. "I was just minding my own business, when you came up to me and totally put the moves on me. You're pretty sexy and good-looking, so I took you up on your suggestion and brought you back here. Then we fucked. Three times. It was great. This, however, isn't so great. You're not blaming ME for you hitting on a gay guy even though you're straight. Uh uh. That's all on you, pal."
Dear God. Riley felt cold. He couldn't have! He wouldn't have, no matter how drunk he'd been! Would he? The other man sighed. "Why don't you get dressed and leave?" he said to Riley. "You're clearly weirded out by all of this. I was hoping for some morning sex, but that's obviously a no-go."
Riley was all for this suggestion. He had to get out of here! He crawled to the edge of the bed and staggered to his feet, looking around for his clothes. He felt like heaving again when he turned his head, and was very glad when he spotted his clothes draped over a chair nearby. He got dressed as fast as he could, fumbling with his clothing with fingers that felt like they had lead in them. His male one-night stand watched him impassively from the bed, a small, annoyed frown on his face. When Riley was finally dressed, he pointed toward the door. "Sayona," he said crisply.
Riley stumbled out of the bedroom without saying anything else. He was so freaked out that he was close to losing it. He went out the front door of the apartment, stumbling down the sidewalk toward the street. He stopped briefly to turn around and find out what the name and address of the apartment complex was, before he pulled his cell phone from his back pocket and called a cab company to send a cab to take him home. He was going to crawl into his own bed and forget that this had ever happened, and never think of it again...
His success at this was only minimal at best. Over the next few days, all Riley could think about was the fact that he'd had sex with a MAN! It was at the back of his mind as he went about his day, directing his construction crew as they labored to build a new shopping mall. It was there when he went out for drinks with the other guys after work, and when he sat down to eat his dinner in front of the TV each night. And it was especially there when he crawled into his empty bed, and memories of waking up next to a naked man would surface and play out behind his eyes...
It was driving him crazy. He'd always been perfectly straight. What had changed? The fact that he'd been falling-down drunk at the party might have had something to do with it, but even that wasted he should never have hit on a MAN! On every pretty girl in the place, sure, but another man? He couldn't figure it out. Maybe the best thing to do would be to get back on the horse, figuratively speaking, and go out and pick up a woman at a bar or club. Maybe that would help him to forget what had happened. Yeah, that's what he'd do, after work tonight.
When Riley entered the trailer that was the construction company's offices on the build site, he saw his boss talking to someone else. When the man spotted him, he waved a hand and called: "Hey, Riley! Come and meet our new secretary. Riley O'Shea, this is our new secretary Keith Hendrickson. Keith, this is Riley O'Shea, or construction crew foreman."
He started to say hello, but the words died in his throat when his boss stepped aside and he saw the new secretary that Bill had hired for the very first time. Or the second time, anyway. The first time, this person had been lying naked next to him in bed...Riley felt like he'd been punched in the gut as he met the blue-grey stare of his one-night stand. Those eyes were narrowing a little as Keith Hendrickson replied calmly: "We've met before, Mr. Clancy. At a party about a week ago. Do you remember me, Mr. O'Shea?" he gibed, a small smile on his face.
Riley somehow pulled himself together. "Of course I remember you," he replied as calmly as he could manage, which wasn't that calm.
"Oh?" Bill Clancy said heartily. "So you've met before. That's good. Keith here comes highly recommended, Riley. He'll do good work for us. Anyway, I'll leave you two to get reacquainted. You'll give him a run-down of what's required, right, Riley?" he asked.
"Sure," he said through stiff lips.
Bill nodded and left the trailer. Keith's eyes turned to his face as they door closed behind him. "It'll be a...pleasure working with you, Mr. O'Shea," he said tauntingly.
Riley wanted to snarl at him. "Listen," he snapped. "You were hired to be our secretary, and I expect you to be totally professional. If you can't be, there's the door. Got it?"
Keith stiffened, and his face went blank. "Of course, Mr. O'Shea. I understand," he said, his voice emotionless. "Please tell me what you need me to do as your secretary."
Riley felt a small lance of guilt go through him, but he ignored it. He had to be on working terms only with Keith. It was the only way he'd be able to get through work every day. So he began to lay out what was expected of the construction company's secretary, and Keith listened quietly and threw in a question once in awhile. They were all intelligent and on-point, and Riley began to realize that no matter how inconvenient it was for him, Keith was going to do a good job as their new secretary. Scratch the idea of firing him for incompetence...
When he was finally done, Keith nodded. "I think I've got it," he remarked.
"Okay. If you have any questions, just call me," Riley said, then gave Keith his cell phone number.
"I will. Is there anything else, Mr. O'Shea?"
"No, that's all for now. I'll let you get back to work. And umm...welcome to Clancy Construction, Mr. Hendrickson."
"Thank you. I'm sure I'll like it here," Keith said, no insinuation in his voice whatsoever.
"Uh, yeah. I've got to get back to work," Riley fled the trailer, cursing silently in his head. What were the odds that his only male one-night stand would be hired as the company secretary? Obviously some deity or other really, REALLY hated him!
Riley woke up that night from a dream. A very erotic, very sexual dream. In it, he'd been having hot, steamy sex with someone that he couldn't quite see. It was the best sex of his life, and he'd thrust into the writhing body under him with abandon. Arms had clutched at his shoulders, and a voice had moaned in his ear: "More, more!"
He'd put the last of his energy into driving his hips as hard as he could, pumping into hot tightness. Then, just before he'd been ready to come, he'd looked down into the face of the person he was fucking. Keith Hendrickson smiled sexily up at him, his eyes glazed with desire and sweat making his blonde hair stick to his forehead. "You're the best, baby," he'd moaned throatily, and Riley woke up in a complete state of shock...
Shit! He stumbled into the bathroom to wash his face in hot water and try to wake up. Bleary eyes peered at him out of a face twisted with anxiety. He'd dreamed about having sex with Keith! And not only had it been hot, it'd been the best damn sex that he'd ever had in his life! He was losing it, definitely losing it. He had to find a girl, and fast, to get Keith out of his head and his dreams alike. Today after work he'd go trolling the bars, looking for a woman to pick up. Once he had sex with her, he was sure that he could put Keith out of his mind for good. That drunken, one-night stand would become a thing of the hazy past, something for him to never think about consciously again...
Good plan. Riley felt better about everything as he drove to work in the morning. He hadn't had any more erotic dreams, much to his relief. As he entered the trailer, he saw Keith's blond head bent over his desk. The secretary glanced briefly up at him. "Good morning, Mr. O'Shea," he said coolly.
"Good morning, Mr. Hendrickson," Riley replied. They'd been stiffly formal with each other since yesterday, which he was grateful for. He didn't want any familiarity between them. They'd had enough of that already...
"I've filed the last of the building permits," Keith remarked. "You're on schedule."
"Thank you, Mr. Hendrickson," Riley said, then added generously: "You're doing a great job."
"Thank you, Mr. O'Shea. I'm glad that you're pleased with my work," Keith said in a flat, emotionless voice. "Is there anything that you need from me?"
Riley froze for a second, until his panicked mind realized that Keith meant did he need anything from him as the company secretary. "No, not today," he said quickly. "But I'll let you know if something comes up."
"All right. There's a fresh pot of coffee on, help yourself," Keith said, turning back to his work.
Riley went to pour himself a cup of coffee, hearing a cell phone ring behind him. Keith's voice said: "Hello? Oh, hi, Toby. Yeah, I'll definitely be there tonight. Yes, I'll wear something hot. I've got this pair of jeans that...never mind. I'm at work, I can't talk long. I'll see you tonight."
Riley's shoulders tensed. "You shouldn't take personal calls at work, Mr. Hendrickson," he snapped angrily.
Silence. Then Keith said stonily: "I'm sorry, Mr. O'Shea. It won't happen again."
"Good," he muttered, then stalked out of the trailer. His head was pounding, and his stomach was churning inside of him. And he was going to do his damnedest to ignore the fact that what he was feeling was something a lot like jealousy...
Riley drove himself hard at work that day, trying to empty his mind of every thought. He was exhausted by the time they knocked off at five o'clock, but he'd succeeded(mostly). He saw Keith emerging from the trailer and walking toward his little car, but he pretended that he didn't see the company secretary. And Keith never looked at him, though Riley suspected that he knew he was there. He got into his truck and drove away, intending to get cleaned up and go to a bar looking for a woman to pick up.
A few hours later, Riley lay in his bed naked while the woman he'd brought home got cleaned up in the bathroom. Mission accomplished! He'd picked up a woman in a bar, had brought her back to his place, and had done the deed. He could relax - he was still capable of having sex with women. All was right in his world once more.
Except...during the entire time that he'd been having sex with her, all that Riley could think about was that molten hot sex dream that he'd had about doing it with Keith. And when he'd looked down into the woman's face, all he'd seen was a pair of open, pouty pink lips moaning for him, and a pair of blue-grey eyes glazed with passion. He shuddered and threw an arm up over his eyes. Oh, God. He was screwed. He was so very, very screwed...
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