Handyman
A short M/M erotic romance
About Handyman:
Danny is haunted by memories of his ex, Peter, who moved out six months ago. He recognizes just how badly off he is when he wakes up to a flood in his condo, a problem Peter would have handled without breaking a sweat. But Danny can’t find the insurance paperwork, he doesn’t know who he should call first, and he’s about ready to strangle his stoner upstairs neighbors. His day starts looking up, though, when a parade of workmen arrive to deal with the water, replace his breaker box, and demolish his soaked ceiling. They prove unavailable, though, until Ken, a handsome, friendly handyman, shows up to handle Danny’s drywall. But can Danny handle Ken?
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Excerpt:
“Well, everything is wet. I’ll have to set up some blowers for a day or so, pull all the ruined stuff out, and then I can get back in there and put in some new walls and a new ceiling.” Ken’s voice was remarkably gentle for such a strong man. Danny would have expected it to be deeper and much more gruff.
“Okay,” Danny said, still processing all that information. “What first?”
“First, I’m going to get you a couple of blowers.”
You’ll do, Danny thought. “Okay.”
“Tomorrow, I’ll come back and see if I can start tearing out the old walls.”
Danny nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Mind if I use your phone? My cell died. It’s charging in the truck. Damn battery won’t hold a charge.”
Danny pulled his cell out of his pocket. “No problem. Here.”
“Hey, thanks.” Ken nodded and smiled as he took the phone and Danny got a good look at his eyes. They were round and gentle, and blue as the Caribbean ocean. If Danny’s cock could talk, it would have said, “wow,” or maybe, “yes, please.”
Ken dialed a number and put the phone to his ear. “Hey, it’s Ken. Yeah, I need a couple of the big fans. Where? Yeah, okay. I’ll come pick them up. Thanks.” He handed the phone back to Danny. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Danny said much more smoothly than he’d thought himself capable.
Ken tilted his head at Danny for a moment and then smiled, and Danny had a feeling that he’d just been made.
“I’m going to run out and get you those blowers,” Ken explained, heading for the door. “I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
The first thing Danny thought was, ‘I’ll have dinner waiting, dear,’ but he caught himself and just said, “Thanks.”
“My pleasure,” Ken looked him over from head to toe and then left.