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Games People Play: Straight as an Arrow
Copyright © 2010 by Sean Michael
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Straight as an Arrow
By Sean Michael
Chapter One
Kyle smoothed the suit as he packed it into Hunter's garment bag. He added three shirts: a white,
a dark gray, and the white with thin pink pinstripes that looked so good on his man. Socks and
underwear tucked into the zippered bag at the bottom, along with Hunter's dress shoes. Four ties
clipped easily to the suit hanger, and then, on a whim, he added the Tasmanian Devil tie.
There, perfect.
He zipped the garment bag up, made sure that the neck pillow was on top of Hunter's briefcase,
and then slipped back into their bedroom.
Sliding under the covers, Kyle curled up against his beautiful man. Hunter was tall and well-
built. He had a belly Kyle both envied and admired, and the best pecs ever. His dark hair curled
slightly at this length, and behind dark, thick lashes were the most beautiful brown eyes Kyle'd
ever seen.
"Time to wake up, babe." He gently tickled Hunter's ribs.
"Damn early risers." Hunter chuckled, tugged him close. "Hey, lover. Do I have to?"
He kissed his way along Hunter's jaw. "You need to be at the airport in about an hour and a half."
Which gave him enough time to wake Hunter up properly.
"Man... I should become a beach bum." Those big, square hands squeezed his ass.
Wriggling his butt, he tilted his head and imagined Hunter in Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian
shirt. They would definitely clash unless Hunter let him choose. "I don't know -- all that sand in
inconvenient places."
"Yeah, chafing is crappy. Hate the long trips, though." Hunter grinned, nipped his bottom lip.
The man did security program audits all over the country; the hours sucked, but the money
wasn't bad at all.
"You'll be home before you know it. I'll make a roast beef dinner, roasted potatoes, Brussel
sprouts, and Yorkshire pudding -- the works." He let his hand slide down over the landscape of
awesome muscles, headed for Hunter's beautiful prick.
"You spoil me." Hunter's cock was still mostly asleep, but beginning to fill. "And I'll bring you
something wonderful from... where am I going? Chicago?"
"Boston! Chicago is next month." He pressed a kiss to Hunter's sternum. "And I like spoiling
you."
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"Love you, babe." Hunter's fingers tangled in his hair.
"Mmm. I love you, too."
Soft and lazy, he worked his kisses downward. It was warm under the covers, and it smelled like
the two of them. That perfect, flat belly shifted for him, the heavy thighs parting. He slipped
between them, fitting just right, and rubbed his cheek over Hunter's abdomen. He could feel the
heat of Hunter's cock rising to meet him.
"Lover." Hunter's legs moved, pushed against him.
"Mmm..." He turned his head down and licked at the tip of the perfect prick. Soft-skinned and
salty, hot and swollen -- his lips wrapped around it. He hummed happily and set to slowly going
down on Hunter, taking it all in.
"Fuck, lover." Hunter's hips rocked up, cock spreading his lips.
He let Hunter have his mouth, loving the feeling of thin, velvet skin over hard heat against his
lips, his tongue.
Hunter hummed and groaned, murmuring softly to him, letting him know how good it was.
"Turn and I'll do you, too, lover. Let you have my mouth."
Only a fool would say no to something like that.
Kyle let go of Hunter's prick and shifted until his cock was up at Hunter's head, and then he went
back to what he'd been doing. Hunter's mouth took him in, the pressure growing steadily as
Hunter loved on him. He closed his eyes and breathed it all in, his throat working around the tip
of Hunter's cock. Hunter's mouth knew exactly what to give him, how to give it to him, the warm
hands pulling him in deep.
Kyle loved the circle of pleasure they made, his sounds coming out of Hunter's mouth, his
sucking pulling at his own cock. Hunter rocked, cock slipping a little deeper, the suction that
much harder. Fuck. Fuck, yes.
He sucked at Hunter's prick for all he was worth, his hips beginning to move against his will --
he just couldn't keep them still. Hunter answered in kind, pulling at his prick, taking him in and
in and in. He found Hunter's balls, teased and tugged on them, giving his lover just that little bit
more.
The sound of Hunter just about to come made him crazy. He lost it, his own cock spurting as he
pulled on Hunter's cock. Hunter tasted salty, bitter, and all male as spunk splashed over his
tongue. He swallowed it all down and kept sucking, encouraging every little drop out.
"Mmm. Damn, lover. Blow my mind."
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"Aha. I always knew your brains were in your dick." Grinning, he wriggled back up so they
could share kisses.
"Dork." Hunter swatted his ass, lazily.
He moved, rubbing up against Hunter's great body. "Your dork."
"Mmmhmm. Mine." Hunter sighed, hugged him tight.
He patted Hunter's chest. "You'll be back home before you know it."
"Yep. Love you."
He turned Hunter's face to his, looking into his lover's eyes. "And I love you."
"I know." Hunter grinned, kissed his nose. "Gotta hustle, lover. I'll see you next week."
He nodded. "I have coffee on, and it'll only take me a minute to whip you up some eggs." He got
up and started pulling out the clothes Hunter would wear for his trip. "Everything but your
toiletries has been packed."
"You spoil me."
"That's my job, isn't it? Spoiling the man I love."
Hunter grabbed him, tugged him in for another kiss.
"Yeah, lover. Thank you."
"Just come home safe."
"I promise."
The conversation was always the same.
"Good." He took one more kiss and then got out of bed and went to make Hunter's breakfast.
***
God, what a day.
Hunter plopped down on the bed, kicked off his shoes, and grabbed his phone. Dialed home.
"'Lo?"
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"Hey, lover." He leaned back, tried to smile.
"Hunter. I was hoping that was you and not a client."
"A client? This late? We've got months to Christmas."
"It's just been a day, love." Kyle sighed. "I miss you."
"I hear you." He sighed, rubbed his forehead. "Tell me about your day."
"I couldn't find anything I needed, I had three emergency calls, although when is it ever not an
emergency?" Kyle chuckled. "I'm sure you don't want to hear me whine. How did your day go?
Is the hotel nice?"
"It's a hotel. There's a bed and Wi-Fi." He grinned. He couldn't fathom doing Kyle's job. Personal
shopping for others was... yeah.
"So you can surf for porn and go to sleep satisfied." Kyle laughed softly.
"Exactly. Did you eat supper?"
"Not yet. I have stew heating. You?"
"I grabbed some wrap thing. It had lettuce."
Kyle laughed again for him, like he'd been aiming for. "Sounds nice and uh, healthy."
"Yep. Gotta watch my girlish figure."
"There's nothing girlish about you, babe."
"No?" He flexed, even though there wasn't someone to see it.
"Mmm. No, no, not girlish. I was thinking more stud."
"Yeah. You and me, we're hot."
He could almost hear Kyle preen through the line. "Thanks, babe."
"Anytime. Anytime at all."
"I miss you," Kyle said softly.
"Ditto." He sighed, feeling worn out and bored and maudlin.
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"I guess I should let you go..."
"We could just talk all night." He grinned, rubbed his forehead. "But then where would I be in
the whole porn-watching schedule?"
"Oh, we can talk! I'm sorry, I didn't meant to sound like I was rushing you off the phone."
"Tell me what happened with your day, lover. You sound all stressed out and shit."
"You sure you want to hear all the piddly little details?"
He thought he could hear Kyle settle in on the leather couch, though.
"I'm positive." He wanted to hear everything.
There was a soft little laugh, and Kyle started to talk, telling him about clients with last-minute,
impossible requests and clerks who were assholes. "Well, didn't he change his tune when I spoke
to the manager and explained how I and my multi-millionaire clients would no longer be
patronizing his establishment."
He applauded, laughed softly. "You kick their asses, lover."
"I did. I don't expect people to fawn over me or treat me like royalty, but when did common
courtesy become something extraordinary?"
"I don't know, lover. In the Eighties, I think."
Kyle laughed, and he could hear his lover relaxing in the sound.
"Well, I'm going to reward the people who want my business and ignore the rest! Maybe I'll
write a book about the dying art of customer service."
"That would rock." He fought his laughter.
"Don't you laugh at me, Hunter Greenway. I bet it would make a mint."
"I'm not, lover. I swear." The chuckles bubbled out.
"You are, too!" Kyle was laughing now, too. "I am so going to write it now, and then take you
out for the most expensive meal you've ever had on the profits."
"Promises, promises. You'll have to take me to Rome."
"Oh, I'd love to go back. I think that was my favorite vacation. Or maybe it was the one to Rio..."
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"Mmm. You on a nude beach. Loved that one. I liked skiing in Vermont, too, though."
"I want to go on that Alaskan cruise next. I bet that one's going to be awesome."
"Mmm. Hell, yeah. You want to go after the holidays?"
"Oh, I do. I'll look into it, get some prices and options for you to look at when you get home." He
could hear the excitement in Kyle's voice, even as his lover slipped into super-efficient personal
shopper mode.
"Perfect." He stretched, yawned a little.
"You sound tired. Was it a productive day, at least?"
"The first day is always the hardest. Tomorrow I'll do my next run-through, then I'll start being a
hard ass."
"Mmm, I like your hard ass."
That made him chuckle. "Perv."
"Me? Nah, not as big a perv as my boyfriend."
"You have a boyfriend? Dude!" He couldn't stop his laughter.
"Butthead." Kyle was laughing, too, the sound sweet.
That was better. "Yep." He stretched, legs sprawling out.
"Good thing I love you."
"Yes." Absolutely.
Kyle chuckled again at that. "Oh, damn, that was the microwave. You wanna hold on a second
while I get my food, or do you have stuff to do?"
"Go eat, lover. I'm going to grab a shower and get some sleep, huh?" He was stiff and willing to
take the chance for sleep while his body was asking for it.
"Okay, I will. Call me tomorrow when you get back. And Hunter?" Kyle paused for a moment
and then added softly, "I love you."
"I know. Love you." He hung up and sighed, let his eyes drop closed.
Tired.
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So fucking tired.
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Chapter Two
Hunter's eyes popped open, the hotel lights confusing him for a second.
Wait. Wait. Oh, man. He was still in his shirt and slacks, still draped over the bed. He rolled
over, blinked at the clock. Three thirty. Fabulous. Fucking time zones. Fucking travel.
He stumbled across the floor, stripping clothes as he went. Shower. Water. Soap. Jack off.
Something.
Hunter left the bathroom lights off and bathed, the warm water relaxing him, easing his sore
muscles. He did his best not to wake up all the way, to keep it low key and mostly asleep. By the
time he was clean, though, that plan wasn't working. He was three-quarters hard, the hot water
was lukewarm at best, and he was nowhere near sleepy.
Damn it.
He hopped out, grabbed a towel, and made a pot of decaf in the little en-suite coffeemaker.
Maybe he should just check his e-mail. There was a note from Kyle, saying good night and good
morning and don't spend all night watching porn, with a winking smiley face.
Porn. That might do it. A little happy porn, an orgasm, then boom, sleeping. He liked it.
Hunter opened up a browser, started searching Google. There was a huge choice, from movie
and picture sites to chat rooms to for-pay stuff in just about every flavor he could dream up. He
clicked through LovingMen and some of the others, rolling his eyes, then he found a link that
was called simply ForMen.
When he clicked on the link, it led him to a classy, simple page, all black, with a single picture of
a muscled guy, bound and tied, kneeling on the ground. Pretty. There was a link to a chat room
with a spattering of usernames displayed, everything from TopDog to BottomSlut.
Wow. Wow. He looked at the picture again, surprised that his cock jerked. There didn't seem to
be another gallery or anything, though. Just the chat room. Weird.
He opened another tab, went back to Google. He didn't want to chat. He just wanted to get off,
real quick. It niggled at his mind, though. Especially the name "Sir T." Bizarre.
Nothing else caught his interest, and he wasn't any closer to getting off than he had been. Damn
it. Finally he went back to chat room tab, typed in the nickname Arrow, and joined.
There were a spate of "hello" and "Yo"s, and then Sir T also greeted him. "Arrow."
"Hello." He leaned back against the headboard. There weren't a lot of people -- maybe ten -- but
it was enough that the conversations moved pretty fast.
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