Maybe This Time

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

Randy stared at the guy holding the door open and tried to think of who he was. He admitted there was a vague familiarity there, mostly around the mouth.

The guy, the grandson, Randy assumed, was kind of cute in a sort of reserved geek way. He had dark hair, cropped short so that his rather largish ears stuck out, a slightly crooked nose, probably broken one too many times, and full lips that turned up just a bit at the corners. The quirky lips were what seemed familiar to Randy.

But really, he couldn’t exactly place this guy and he didn’t want to be rude and admit that.

“It certainly is,” Randy said, putting on his most flirtatious smile. “And it’s you, too. How about letting me in?”

“Oh. Sorry.”

He stood aside to let Randy in, so Randy slipped past him, making sure to rub against him along the way.

“Small world, huh? How long has it been?”

The guy narrowed his eyes—hazel, Randy noticed—and tilted his head to the side. “You don’t actually know who I am, do you?”

Caught, unfortunately.

“Well, I…No. Sorry.”

The guy sighed and shook his head. “My name is Win.”

“Win.”

Win rolled his eyes. “Yeah. About three years ago we met at a bar. You were leaving the next day—”

“And we f****d in the parking lot, and then went to your apartment and f****d again.” Randy nodded, the whole night coming back to him in a rush. It was the night before he’d flown to New York. He’d slipped out of bed in the hours before dawn without waking up the guy, Win, before he left.

Win reddened. “Yes, that’s right.”

Randy grinned and stepped closer, so close that Win was backed against the wall. “You wore glasses then.”

“I wear contacts now.”

“Nice. I like to see your eyes. You were really good with your…hands.” He dropped his gaze to Win’s big, long-fingered hands twisted in a grip in front of him. “And other parts, too.”

“Ha, you didn’t even remember me.”

“True,” Randy acknowledged. “But I definitely remember now. Those hands, those lips, that big beautiful c**k pounding into me.”

“Jesus!” Win shook his head. “Our grandmothers are in the kitchen.”

He smiled. “All right, I’ll behave. For now. I was sorry I had to leave in the morning though. I really liked you.”

Win straightened from the wall. “You mind giving me my personal space back?”

“Sure, sure.” Randy did scoot back from him. The more he remembered about Win, and saw of him now, though, the more he liked. Living with his grandma might not be so bad after all.