Under the Pier
Playing hide and seek at the pier had seemed silly to Mitch, but it was Sloan's game, and Sloan was something Mitch took very seriously.
Warning: This 3600 word romantic short story contains homoerotic sex acts, public sex, a cross dressing hero, and an ending sugary enough to satisfy any sweet tooth! More
Sloan accepted a crisp sugar cookie cone with a swirl of vanilla ice cream sprinkled liberally with gaudily colored gummy bears from the clerk, and Mitch hastily pulled a crumpled twenty from his pocket to cover it. He contemplated the disgustingly sweet looking treat in repulsion.
"Hey, I got it." Sloan protested, shoving his own bill at the clerk, who stared at them through narrowed eyes, lip curled in an impatient sneer.
"No. You're my date, I pay. My momma raised me right." Mitch lifted a brow in challenge. He waved the bill at the clerk who took it and made change swiftly.
"I'm not your date." Sloan brought the cone to his lips, and deftly used his tongue to pry a gummy bear from the creamy white ice cream. Mitch stifled a groan, his body heating at the sight of Sloan so blatantly enjoying the cool treat. Sloan dropped the five in the tip jar and stepped away from the counter. Mitch allowed his gaze to drift down the other man's body, taking in his short fluttering skirt and bare tanned legs.
"You said if I could find you in this crowd, you'd be mine." No way he'd let Sloan back out on him now. He wanted more than ever to taste Sloan's sultry lips. To maybe, he shivered, sample the vanilla cream as it melted in the heated cavern of his mouth.
"You're kidding right?" Sloan stared at him through narrowed green eyes