Sexy Simon Extended Excerpt!

Simon

Firehouse Six-Book Three: Fused by Fire

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The muffled thud of shoes could be made out from out on the front deck. He wasn’t expecting a delivery so that left one of his many unwanted visitors. A knock followed shortly after.  He glared at the door and picked up the book again.

Another knock, this one much harder.

“Michael, I know you’re in there.” Simon’s words filtered into the house.

Michael stood and stared at the door. What the hell was Simon doing here? Out of everyone he hadn’t expected him.

“Come on. Don’t think I won’t make a scene.” Simon’s voice got progressively louder.

Michael’s heart thumped.

“I did warn you,” Simon said in a singsong fashion.

What? Michael took a step closer to the door.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to us,” Simon yelled for the whole damn neighborhood to hear. “After all I sacrificed for you. You just use me and throw me aside.”

Michael’s mouth dropped open. Oh, the Newman’s where going to have joint heart attacks over the drama and Mr. Benson was going to record this for Youtube.

“I gave you my virginity,” Simon screeched. “And you—”

Michael threw open the door and jerked Simon inside the house.

“What the hell are you thinking?” Michael snarled as he slammed the door.

“I’m thinking I not only got you to open the door, but got inside your house.” Simon’s dark green eyes sparkled. “But seeing how things look,” Simon’s nose wrinkled. “That might not be a good thing. It looks like Animal House exploded in here.”

Michael glanced around the room and cringed before focusing on Simon. Did the man have to look so sexy, cute and young? Was it asking too much for Simon to be ten years older?

He’d seen relationships with less of an age difference crumble and fall apart based on the differences those years represented.

Simon had also seen him at his most vulnerable. He’d cried on the guy.

“Are you single handedly supporting the pizza industry?” Simon asked as he ventured around peeking in the boxes and cringing. “Nothing is going to climb out, right?”

“Ha, ha, ha.” Michael’s face heated in embarrassment. Just another part of himself he’d prefer Simon not see. He stood frozen as Simon continued to take in the disaster. Today he wore black jeans that were so tight they concealed nothing. The lime green T-shirt he wore only served to emphasize the slender toned body underneath. Hell, he’d seen it plenty in the showers at the firehouse.

He’d watched those graceful, slender hands soap up the body that Michael would have loved to explore. On more than one occasion he’d glanced below Simon’s waist to catch sight of a cock that appeared pretty big for a guy Simon’s size. Those moments made him ache. He ended up taking the longest showers in the firehouse so that he could talk his cock down before facing Simon.

When Simon had worked at the station, Michael could tell himself that since he was the boss he couldn’t be with Simon. That excuse went out the window the second Simon started working at the hospital. Now he grasped on to the age issue with desperate hands. Hands that wanted to be cupping the firm ass of the man who was currently scoping out his house.

“I’m serious, Michael. I think we need to quarantine the area.” Simon ran his hand over a section of the couch and sat down on the very edge. At least the floor was free of clutter, but almost all of the flat surfaces were piled high. Simon picked up the book that Michael had put down.

“Reading up on Taber’s injury?” Simon asked.

Michael took the book away from Simon. He set it on one of the small free spaces on the end table. Why couldn’t Simon keep harping on the mess in his house? Why did he have to switch topics to Taber?  The walls felt like they were beginning to close in. He sat and stared into Simon’s soft curious green eyes.

“Not something I want to talk about right now, Simon.”

“Fine don’t talk about it, but I’m not leaving until this place is at least cleaned up. Your neighbors are going to start complaining when this smell creeps its way out.” Simon smiled and stood.

“I really don’t need you to clean my house,” Michael muttered.

“Then who? I don’t see you making an effort?” Simon put his hand on his hip and glowered. “Do you have rubber gloves and a biohazard mask?”

“Simon,” Michael growled. He didn’t want Simon in his space. Truth of the matter he looked too natural in Michael’s home. Having him here made the area less gloomy.

“Michael.” Simon raised his brows and then smirked. “You obviously need a keeper and right now, you’ll have to deal with me.”

Michael threw his hands up in the air. “You know what? Have fun. Cleaning supplies are under the sink in the kitchen.” He went to his bedroom and shut the door. He needed to get away from Simon’s presence. The desire to drag the man to the floor and feel comfort in that tempting body nearly overwhelmed him. He didn’t want Simon to pick-up the mess in his house; he wanted Simon to be under him on his big bed. That would be a much better use of his time. Michael sighed, Simon cleaning was the lesser of the two potentially fucking up his life scenarios.

He slid down to the floor with his back to the door.  The thumps, curse words and repeated “ewwws” made their way to him. He carded his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes.

“Michael, this is so gross. I think you’ve created a new species of mold. Can I name it?” Simon’s adorable sarcasm was evident in his voice.

“You think the boys would bring the rig down and I could use the fire hose to clean out the area?” Simon chuckled. “Maybe you’d have an excuse to get rid of this hideous flowered couch. I mean, yuck. It’s not even you.”

Michael bit his lip to keep from laughing. The couch had been a hand me down from his mother before her and his father had moved down to Montana to be closer to his brother and their grandchildren. He’d been the recipient to much of their furniture. Which in retrospect wasn’t a good thing. The fact that Simon had mentioned it when no one else who’d been in his home had showed how different the man actually was. He noticed the little things about Michael.

The loud thrum of the vacuum vibrated along the floor for a good twenty minutes. An hour, he’d been sitting here for an hour letting Simon take hold of his home. He wouldn’t even allow his own mother to do that.

“Are your DVDs really in alphabetical order?” Simon asked. “Wow, mine are just in a pile shoved in a cupboard.”

Young, disorganized, too sunny for his own good, Simon. Could they be more different?

“If I find any used condoms or sex toys out here I’m taking pictures to post online,” Simon informed him.

Neither one of those things would pop up under Simon’s attempt to decontaminant his space. Michael could tell Simon the exact date of the last time he’d fucked anyone. The day he’d met Simon for the first time. While before that he hadn’t exactly been a Casanova, he’d had his fair share of casual encounters. Never a serious relationship because the men he’d been with had some Hollywood vision of what being a firefighter meant. They didn’t understand the long hours and stress of the job. They wanted the sweaty shirtless men from TV shows and calendars. Then when they found out that Michael didn’t fit that bill, they hit the road.

Simon knocked on his door. “Hey, all done out here. Want to come check my skills. We can play sexy maid and naughty boss.”

Michael coughed to conceal the chuckle. He’d really love to do that. Did the man know how much his offer actually tortured Michael? When did Simon become such an overt flirt?

With a strengthening breath he opened the door and stopped short as Simon stood directly in front of him with a mischievous smile on his face.

“I found something.” Simon nibbled on his lush bottom lip.

Michael wracked his brain for what Simon might have discovered that would warrant such a teasing expression.

Simon’s lips curved into a huge grin as he produced a half empty bottle of lube from behind his back.

“Shit,” Michael muttered.

“Yeah, I was vacuuming out the couch cushions and imagine my surprise.” Simon arched a brow. “Did you buy this at Costco?”

Michael’s face heated. Not because Simon had his lube, but mainly due to the fact that every time he used it he’d been thinking of Simon.

He reached out to grab it only to have Simon hold it away from him.

“Tsk, tsk. Now, where do you hide your…material?”

To be continued…..

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