Free Unnecessary Roughness by G.A. Hauser Page A

shoes and socks. It was living hell. He was very sure of it. Here was the perfect man of his dreams, and totally unattainable. I have to be kidding myself. I cannot have Connor. I have to find someone who wants men.
    The only problem was, the men who wanted men, in general, did not appeal to him. Connor was perfect. He was big, athletic, and absolutely gorgeous while still being masculine. Where the hell was he going to find that combination?
    Connor poked his head into his room. “You showering?”
    “No, go ahead. I’ll go in after.”
    In the dimness of the room, Connor stepped closer. “You all right?”
    “Just tired.” Kyle pulled his polo shirt over his head.
    “Tomorrow’s another day off. Just homework and practice.”
    “Some day off.” Kyle laughed sadly.
    Connor sat down with him on the bed. “You sure you’re okay? Did Vicky say something to upset you? She told me she wants to see you again. She really likes you.”
    Kyle covered with chills as Connor’s hand rested on his bare shoulder. He stared into those blue eyes with an aching heart. “No, she didn’t say anything to me to upset me. Go shower.”
    “Kyle.” Connor touched his cheek, rubbing his knuckle against his coarse shadow.
    Kyle closed his eyes and wanted to tell Connor not to touch him. It was tearing at him painfully. He would die if he couldn’t have this man. He had to wait. Maybe Connor had some tendencies and would come around. He had to be patient.
    “You sure you feel okay? Was it the pizza?” Connor moved even closer, leaning his length against Kyle.
    As their bodies connected, Kyle let out a sad laugh and opened his eyes to that innocence. “I’m just tired. Really.”
    Staring at his face, it appeared as if Connor was desperately trying to read him. “You’re sure? You can tell me anything, Kyle. I’m here for you.” He hugged Kyle squeezing him tight.
    Kyle was about to explode. Connor’s heat, scent, hard body, all pushing against him in a loving way, Kyle had to prevent himself from shoving him down on the bed and connecting to those lips he’d yearned to kiss all night. Forcing himself to behave, he held it in and kept his features calm. “Yes, I’m sure.”
    Connor drew nearer still and kissed his cheek softly, lingering. A little noise escaped Connor’s throat, like a sigh, or purr. Then he stood and walked off to the bathroom.
    Kyle was absolutely stunned and touched the spot with his fingertips. He whispered under his breath, “Connor, I cannot figure you out.”
    A pile of clothing dropped at Connor’s feet. The water started shortly after that. Kyle groaned in agony, quickly stripping down to his briefs and laying back on his bed to wait. Ten minutes later the shower stopped and those muscular, slender legs appeared through the beads. In agony he stared at them while he squeezed himself tight, imagining that kiss. Kyle came hard and closed his eyes. Was this what it was going to be like? Living this close to this man?
    Connor emerged wrapped in his towel. “It’s all yours.”
    “Thanks.” Kyle climbed off the bed, cupping a handful of spunk, and pushed aside the beaded door. It was odd, the way Connor was staring at him. Kyle stopped and stared back curiously. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
    “I’m just checking to see if you look any better than before.”
    “Do I?”
    “A little. You feel better?”
    “I will after a good night’s sleep.”
    “Okay. If you’re sure.” Connor caressed Kyle’s jaw.
    Kyle scanned his chest and towel quickly. “I’m sure.”
    “Goodnight, Kyle.” Connor smiled at him.
    “Goodnight, Connor.”
     
    Connor dropped the towel and crawled onto his bed. What more could he do? He had even kissed Kyle and nothing happened. Maybe he was wrong and Kyle didn’t want him that way. Kyle didn’t even try to connect with Vicky. And she was very sweet.
    He thought Kyle was flirting a little with him tonight. How embarrassing. Connor shivered at the