After a lifetime of hard work, Daniel is proud to open the Rainbow Sprinkles Cupcake Shop! It's a tough job that keeps him occupied... until wedding planner Ian walks in the door! Daniel has just one rule: NEVER HOOK UP WITH CUSTOMERS... but will Ian make him change his mind? WARNING: This 5,800-word short m/m story contains explicit descriptions of fellatio and anal sex. More
I hung around the walls and munched on leftover hors d’oeuvres and a spare cupcake or two. The bride and groom had insisted I stay and take full advantage of the open bar. I felt a little awkward, but there were enough cute guys on the dance floor to keep me entertained.
A tap on my shoulder made me jump and drop my shrimp soufflé.
I whipped around only to see a familiar pair of caramel eyes smiling at me. I grinned. “Ian! I was wondering where you went.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re so concerned about my whereabouts.”
“Well, I mean, I was just… I thought…”
“I think I know what you mean.” He stepped toward me and squeezed my shoulder like before. Unlike the last time, though, he didn’t let go entirely, but instead traced his fingers down my arm. My skin beneath my top prickled into goosebumps and I shivered. “Am I incorrect?”
His hand migrated to my waist, then to my lower back. I did not resist when he pulled me closer. “I… I don’t think you are,” I whispered.
My chest was touching his. Our faces were so close I could smell a light drift of his cologne.
“I have a room here,” I blurted.
In reply, he brushed his soft lips against mine. I reciprocated the motion and he kissed harder, pressing his hand hard into my back, prodding at the entrance of my mouth. I let him slip inside and played with him, circling his tongue with my own as my hands roamed his back.
Ian broke away. “Shall we head out?”
Speechless, I nodded, and he took me by the elbow and led me out the door.
The elevator ride to the seventh floor was full of heavy kissing and wandering hands. We practically ran down the hall to my room. I unlocked the door and kicked it open then pulled Ian inside.
The tall man swept me into his arms. As he stepped across the room he launched me into the air, sending me into a flying arc to bounce down onto the king-sized bed. Ian stood by the side of the bed and unzipped his pants. He shoved them off his legs with his underwear, soon followed by the urgent removal of his shirt. I followed his lead and ripped my own clothes off without fanfare.
Ian’s member was the first thing I looked at, even before I took in the harsh lines of his body, the tight abs outlined in sharp relief in the light of the bedside lamp. My eyes quickly travelled down the dark auburn trail from his navel down to his manhood.