Best Chance

Vinnie is happy as a bartender at Ray's and not looking for anything serious to complicate things. He has great friends and a simple life. When Chance comes into his bar, he brings more than just memories of the summer they spent together in high school.

Excerpt

Admitting my interest to Chance was one of the hardest things I’ve done in a while but now that the words are out, I feel a huge relief that he hasn’t run yet. In fact, he seems just as relieved as I am.

“Looks like it’s my lucky night then.” Chance reaches out and squeezes my bicep once before releasing it. “What time do you get off?”

I glance at my watch. “Actually, Brad is closing up tonight so I can take off at any time.”

“Perfect.” He clears his throat and glances over at Melanie. She’s laughing at something Tony said and completely oblivious of Chance. “Are you hungry? We could grab something.”

“Sounds great.” I stand and motion to Brad that I’m leaving. He winks and waves me away. I’ve never left early, and apparently, he knows how hard up I am so he was more than eager to close up when I told him I wanted to go. Looking back to Chance, I say, “Give me ten minutes to get cleaned up and we can go.”

I want to hug him or something but I don’t dare. I just turn toward the break room to change my shirt and grab my stuff.

When I get back out, Melanie is hugging Chance and whispering something in his ear. He’s rolling his eyes and the pink stain in his cheeks is endearing.

“I promise,” he says as he pulls back. “You be safe tonight.”

She laughs and smacks his arm. “Backatcha, baby.”

“Do you have a car here?” I ask Chance as we walk toward the front door.

“Uh, no.” He glances back at Melanie before walking outside. “Mel drove so I was just going to cab it home.”

“Cool,” I say. “I’ll drive then.”

We walk toward the back parking lot and stop at my truck. Chance does a double-take before tilting his head. “This isn’t Black Beauty, is it?”

I smile at the silly nickname I had for my truck in high school. “Nah, she was retired a few years ago. This is a newer model Tacoma but just as good as the original.”

We climb inside and buckle up. “We had some good times in that old truck,” Chance says as he looks over the replacement vehicle.

“Yeah, we did.” I can’t look him in the eye as I think about all the time we spent making out in my old truck. All the stolen kisses and quickies. We were inseparable for two blissful months.

“Well,” Chance clears his throat before speaking, “this truck probably has some pretty hot memories too.”

“Cool,” I say. “I’ll drive then.”

We walk toward the back parking lot and stop at my truck. Chance does a double-take before tilting his head. “This isn’t Black Beauty, is it?”

I smile at the silly nickname I had for my truck in high school. “Nah, she was retired a few years ago. This is a newer model Tacoma but just as good as the original.”

We climb inside and buckle up. “We had some good times in that old truck,” Chance says as he looks over the replacement vehicle.

“Yeah, we did.” I can’t look him in the eye as I think about all the time we spent making out in my old truck. All the stolen kisses and quickies. We were inseparable for two blissful months.

“Well,” Chance clears his throat before speaking, “this truck probably has some pretty hot memories too.”

I give him a quick side-glance and see that he’s watching me. “Nope, not really.” I laugh at my yearning to hear jealousy in his voice. And my disappointment when I don’t. “I’m too old for that stuff.”

“Is that so?” I can hear a smile in his voice. “You know, they have a pill for that. It’s blue, from what I’ve heard.”

“Shut up,” I smack the side of his thigh. “You’re older than me, as I recall.”

“Yeah, but I’m definitely not too old for that stuff.”

The implication of what he’s saying weighs heavily in the cab of the truck. At a stop light I look to him and wait for him to look back at me. “Are you hungry or do you want to just go to my place?”

“Your place is good,” he whispers as his gaze turns hungry.

We drive straight to my apartment complex without a word. I barely have the key out of the ignition before Chance jumps out and walks to my door, waiting for me. He was always the initiator. When I was too much of a pussy to make a move, he’d jump right in and make things happen.

As soon as I close the door to the cab, I start walking toward my building. It’s not much to look at but I don’t spend much time there so I don’t care. The whole complex is just two buildings with eight apartments that face each other. Brad’s is directly across from mine in the opposite building.

When I fumble with the key, Chance closes the empty space behind me. Feeling his body pressed against mine sends a chill down my spine. I take a second to enjoy the warmth he’s radiating before I turn the key and open the door.

“It’s not exactly the penthouse, but it’s home.” I reach back for Chance’s wrist and tug him in behind me.

“I didn’t come here for the amenities,” he says, resting his hand on my hip and squeezing.

“No?” I turn so his arm is wrapped around my waist. “What did you come for?”

My face is inches from his. His warm breath washes over me as I stare into those desperate eyes.

“This.” Chance’s eyes drop to my mouth as his head tilts and he leans into me. As soon as his full lips close over mine, I want to sing. I instinctively open my mouth to accept his tongue as it lightly brushes over mine. We aren’t tentative kids anymore. We’ve both had time to perfect our techniques over the years so by the time I drag Chance into my room, I’ve touched every space in his mouth that I can reach.

Our hands aren’t left idle as we tug on clothes and pull down zippers until we’re both naked and panting on my bed.

“God, I’ve missed you, Vin,” Chance says against my chest as he drops kisses on my skin.

“Me too.” I grab the back of his thigh and pull it toward me so I can reach his cock. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”

Repositioning himself so we’re head to crotch, Chance dives forward and buries his nose in my red curls. “And this smell. I’ve dreamt of it for so long and thought I’d never experience it again.” He rests his head on my thigh and looks up at me. “I love how you smell.”

Without a word, I lean into him and suck the head of his cock into my mouth. Slowly, I swirl my tongue around, familiarizing myself with his smooth skin. He tastes like I remember. A little salty and a lot delicious. I pull him in deeper, listening to the sounds of his wet mouth on me mingling with his whimpers of pleasure.