Stranded With His Boss

by Rheland Richmond

  Ford

  If Ford thought he had anything to worry about when it came to Sawyer staying with them, dinner disabused him of that notion. It seemed his boss got along with his parents like a house on fire. He didn’t even seem bothered about being stuck. He hadn’t complained once. In fact, Ford now knew more about Sawyer than he did before. After working for the man for almost five months, it took getting snowed in to get him to open up. Not that they’d had many opportunities to talk about much besides business while they’d worked.

  Before his dad had called them in for dinner again, Ford was five seconds away from leaning into Sawyer’s body. He imagined those muscular arms wrapped around him, holding him close to Sawyer’s bigger body and couldn’t help the sigh that escaped.

  His parents liked Sawyer and were in no way subtle about letting Ford know it. While they were eating, his mom suddenly remembered the guest room on the other side of the hall from his room—the guest room with the en suite—was being renovated. This was definitely news to Ford. Now he and Sawyer would be sleeping with only a shared bathroom separating them.

  Barb had winked, actually winked, when she pointed out that now he and Sawyer would be roommates. Sawyer seemed to be enjoying watching him squirm. The man seemed to smile every time his parents made a leading comment.

  Apparently, someone up there was out to get him because his whole idea of how he wouldn’t have to see the chiseled perfection that was his boss, bare-chested and only covered by a tiny towel, had blown completely out the window. His mind supplied images of a naked Sawyer in the shower, the glass steamed up when Ford walked in. He imagined himself, taking off his cute little boy-short underwear, and walking up behind Sawyer… Fuck and damnation, he was totally and epically screwed. His traitorous mind replied, not yet.

  After dinner, Ford offered to do the dishes and Sawyer chimed in too, but Barb shooed them off. “It’s been a long stressful day, why don’t you show Sawyer to his room, sweetie?”

  Ford knew there was no point in arguing, so he walked up to his mom and gave her a quick peck on the cheek and thanked her for dinner. Sawyer copied him, making Barb blush and shoo them away again.

  Ford led them back to the front of the house where the stairs were. He looked around for Sawyer’s suitcase but couldn’t find it. “Where’s your suitcase?” he asked.

  Sawyer looked around and pointed at the corner beside the entry table. “I left it there.”

  “Since it’s not there, I can only assume my mom had my dad lug it up the stairs,” Ford sighed. “Follow me, I'll show you to your room.”

  “From what I hear, it’s basically our room. If it was a hotel, we would technically be sharing a suite,” Sawyer pointed out as they made their way upstairs.

  Ford ignored the statement, not sure how to reply. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was feeling flustered. He couldn’t tell if Sawyer was flirting playfully since they were off the clock and that was his nature, or actually flirting. Ford didn’t want to read anything into it.

  As they walked up the stairs Ford was very self-conscious, he couldn’t stop wondering if Sawyer was looking at his assets… as he walked in front of his boss. Probably not, he was not in league with the man’s usual dates.

  Not that Ford wanted… not that it mattered.

  Just because Sawyer Lancaster was the sexiest, most gorgeous man Ford had ever set eyes on, with a voice to match, it didn’t mean Ford was about to join the legion of men and women who were rumored to have fallen in love with him since he had come into the public eye. Sawyer was Ford’s boss, nothing more. Maybe if Ford kept repeating that he would believe it and not make a fool of himself.

  He wasn’t going to acknowledge the warmth that had spread over his body at seeing how Sawyer fit in with him and his parents at dinner, or how much Ford could imagine them having dinner with his mom and dad some night after work. Nope, none of that had even crossed his mind. If it had, that would mean he was wanting things he had no business wanting. Not to mention the fact that even if by some twist of fate they ended up together, it would be very temporary because Sawyer would be gone once the project was over. He would probably only visit once in a while to see how the resort was doing.

  Ford would do well to remember that. Maybe if he kept telling himself all of the reasons why he couldn’t and shouldn’t throw himself at the deliciously perfect piece of male perfection he was about to share a bathroom with, his heart wouldn’t end up in the grinder in the months it took to complete the project and have Sawyer disappear from his life like some sort of apparition.

  Besides, what did he really know about Sawyer Lancaster, he thought as he showed Sawyer to the room that would be his for the next few days.

  Ford opened the door and walked in first. He could already tell his mom had been in and cleaned the room and put new sheets on the bed. She’d even laid out fresh towels like it was some kind of hotel.

  Sawyer came in, looked around, and took in the room Ford had designed. It was done out in neutrals, just the way Ford wanted it to be. His mom had kind of let him take the reins with the design. The room was a mixture of olive and nude. He loved it and he hoped Sawyer did too.

  Ford looked at Sawyer while Sawyer looked at the room. He didn’t realize how much it meant to him that Sawyer would like the space until the man spoke.

  “Beautiful room, nicer than the one I had at the B and B. And the company is proving to be the same too,” Sawyer purred. Ford had subconsciously drifted to the doors connecting their rooms and was just standing there. One second Sawyer was running his hands on the console table, and the next thing Ford knew he was stalking towards him like a predator about to trap his prey.

  Sawyer must have seen him edging towards his room, because soon Ford was trapped with the door behind him and Sawyer’s body at his front. Sawyer’s body. His presence had Ford all turned around. He didn’t know what was what anymore.

  “Going somewhere?” Sawyer purred.

  Ford couldn’t think straight, pun not intended. “I was… my room is…” Before he could even compose a full reply, Sawyer leaned in, his lips hovering over Ford’s, while looking into his eyes as if Sawyer was asking him a question without words. Sawyer must have gotten the answer he was looking for and it was clearly the right one, because Ford’s inner voice was screaming, “Kiss me! Kiss me now!”

  Ford could feel the heat of Sawyer’s body through the thin material of the shirt he was wearing, having taken off his sweater earlier. The intoxicating smell of lemon, sandalwood, and jasmine among others that made up the scent of Sawyer’s Chanel aftershave, invaded his senses.

  The look in Sawyer’s eyes, the emotion burning in them felt like they would burn him alive, but Ford still didn’t know what they meant. As Sawyer looked down at him intently, Ford felt like all the oxygen in the room was being sucked out, and he was having trouble breathing.

  All the air left his lungs when Sawyer started lowering his lips to meet Ford’s. He felt like this moment had been coming since the day they met, but maybe it was just wishful thinking.

  It wasn’t like Sawyer had been thinking about kissing him…

  But every thought left Ford’s head, he didn’t have time to panic about what it meant, all he could do was feel. Sawyer’s arms moved around his waist, his lips feathered lightly, caressingly, across the top of Ford’s nose, along his cheek, before moving to claim Ford’s parted lips.

  Sawyer’s lips sipped and tasted Ford’s again and again, seeking and questing, his arms tightened around Ford’s waist pulling him against him, molding their bodies together. Ford’s smaller body fitting against Sawyer’s harder, bigger body, like it was where Ford was supposed to be.

  Ford used his hand to feel the hardness of Sawyer’s chest. When Sawyer gave a low throaty moan, Ford kept going, moving his hands slowly up to Sawyer’s shoulders, and then up, over and into the dark thickness of the silky hair at his nape.

  Sawyer deepened the kiss as Ford surrendered to him. Sawyer ran his
tongue over Ford’s now kiss-bruised lips, as though he was tasting Ford, before he parted Ford’s lips, venturing inside.

  8

  Sawyer

  Sawyer groaned softly as his tongue was instantly enveloped in the perfect heat of Ford’s mouth. He felt his erection lengthen and all he could imagine was sinking into Ford.

  Holy fuck!

  He could imagine himself and Ford in bed, Ford’s perfect body bare. Sawyer could imagine those perfect blue eyes looking up at him as he sank into his heat. He saw Ford’s face flushed with arousal. He imagined kissing every inch of his skin. He wondered if Ford had light freckles all over his body or if they were just on his face.

  His body throbbed and he deepened the kiss hungrily, thrusting his tongue rhythmically into Ford’s perfect mouth. His rock-hard cock felt trapped in his jeans, he needed friction. He rubbed his cock against Ford’s abdomen making him groan as his sensitized flesh got the friction it was begging for.

  Sawyer tightened his arms around Ford as he felt the hesitant lick of Ford’s tongue against his own. The tentativeness lit a fire within him, ramping up his already blazing desire.

  Sawyer was trying to remember a time when he had ever been so physically aroused this quickly, from what was essentially a make-out session. But he couldn’t even bring up the faces of any of his ex-lovers, male or female. The only thought in his head was Ford. Having sex, no that felt wrong… making love–––fuck making love… when had he started thinking of Ford and making love?

  He decided to shelve the thought for now. Instead, he lowered his hands and cupped beneath Ford’s perfect ass and lifted him. Ford immediately wrapped his legs around Sawyer’s waist not breaking the kiss. Sawyer carried Ford over to the bed and put him down. Sawyer pulled back and looked into Ford’s eyes – those perfect blue eyes blown wide with arousal.

  Sawyer started unfastening the buttons on Ford’s shirt, then removed it, Ford lifting his upper body for him to take it off. Sawyer tossed the shirt aside carelessly, then helped Ford out of his undershirt too, before lowering himself between Ford’s parted thighs.

  Sawyer groaned, his lips kissing down the length of Ford’s throat. He felt like a moth being drawn to flames. Ford’s heat was drawing him in. Sawyer could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against Ford’s. Sawyer’s cock pulsed as he rubbed harder against Ford’s answering firmness.

  “Sawyer,” Ford moaned, his nails digging into Sawyer’s back as he teased the tender skin of Ford’s neck. He kissed his way down to Ford’s beaded nipples, using the whiskers from his beard to graze the sensitive peaks, making Ford arch and moan.

  Sawyer had to admit he was shaken by the depth of passion that had sprung up between them. He could admit to finding Ford attractive, but this thing between them–––once he’d tasted Ford’s lips–––was something he’d never experienced in his life. It came from nowhere and knocked him on his ass.

  This wasn’t the time or place to process all the deep thoughts, nope. Instead, Sawyer kissed his way down Ford’s lithe, compact body until he was hovering over the button to his pants. Sawyer used the soft pads of his thumbs to stroke the skin above Ford’s pants before moving in to unbutton them, however, Ford grabbed his hand to stop him.

  Sawyer looked up at Ford questioningly. “Do you want me to stop?” Ford shook his head. “Okay… tell me, what’s wrong? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  Ford look Sawyer in the eye as though searching for something, “You’ll think I’m weird.”

  Sawyer met Ford’s gaze steadily. “Do you have a piercing? Because I don’t mind.”

  Ford shook his head again. “Is it a tattoo of some ex-boyfriend?” Sawyer asked, trying to swallow the bitter taste of jealousy in his mouth at the thought of Ford’s flawless skin marked with some other man’s name – which actually made him wonder if he would want Ford marked with his own name.

  But before he could answer that question to himself, Ford answered, “No.”

  “Tell me. I promise I won't think you’re weird,” Sawyer replied, knowing whatever it was wouldn’t have him breaking his promise.

  Ford moved his hand away from the button of his pants, and Sawyer took that to mean he could continue. “You sure?” he double-checked.

  “Yes,” Ford nodded, but Sawyer didn’t miss the hint of uncertainty and fear?

  He was about to reassure Ford that he wasn’t one of those bi men who thought trans men were not real men. As much as the press dubbed him as bi, Sawyer was attracted to people. He didn’t need to put labels on them. If he was drawn to someone then he would pursue them. It was that simple.

  But he figured if Ford was trusting him, he would wait to have any talk that Ford felt he needed to have. Sawyer carefully undid the button to Ford’s pants and saw lace peeking out, and smiled, figuring out what Ford’s worry had been.

  Sawyer pulled the zipper down and found he was met with Ford’s erection struggling to burst out of red lace panties.

  “Nice,” Sawyer said as he got the zipper down completely.

  Ford opened his eyes slowly and met Sawyer’s gaze. He did the whole staring thing again, like he was looking for the truth in Sawyer’s eyes.

  “Really?” Ford asked in a barely audible voice.

  “Really.” Sawyer answered, not breaking their staring contest or whatever you wanted to call it. “Briefs or thong?” Sawyer asked, his cock hardening more as he imagined Ford’s cock trapped in a tiny thong, the string pushed aside as he thrust his hard cock between those perfect globes. Sawyer almost came at the image.

  “Panties today,” Ford replied, a small smile coming to his lips.

  Sawyer figured he’d passed the test when the stiffness left Ford’s body.

  “Oh, there’s more? Lucky me,” Sawyer declared.

  Just as he was about to make the vision a reality there was a knock at his door. “Just checking that you’re settling in okay, son?” Sawyer heard Ford’s mom ask.

  Even though he’d just been about to do filthy things to Barb’s son, hearing her call him “son” too, had the warm feelings from earlier returning.

  “I’m fine. Thank you, Barb,” Sawyer replied, while putting more of his weight on Ford to stop him from getting away after the interruption from his mom.

  “Good. Well, good night, son. You too, Ford.” Barb said. Sawyer could hear the smile in her voice and the laughter she couldn’t stop as she moved away.

  Well, this should be fun, Sawyer thought as he met the deer-in-headlights look in Ford’s eyes. He had to stop himself from laughing because he had a feeling that wouldn’t go over very well.

  “Trying to go somewhere?” Sawyer asked trying to meet Ford’s gaze, but the mortified man had his eyes firmly shut.

  “My room,” Ford replied, although it sounded more like a question than a statement.

  “Why? We seem to have your mom’s blessing,” Sawyer teased, making Ford groan.

  “Yeah, I so don’t need my mom giving me a knowing smile tomorrow at breakfast,” Ford snorted.

  “So, I don’t get to see you lying in my bed, wearing nothing but your beautiful panties?” Sawyer asked trying to pout.

  That seemed to have Ford smirking, but all he said was, “Sorry.”

  “Don’t think for a second this is over. It’s simply been postponed,” Sawyer declared, before leaning in for a deep kiss, then he rolled over onto his back and used his arm to cover his eyes, because for some reason he didn’t want to watch Ford leave.

  “Goodnight,” Sawyer whispered when he heard a door close.

  9

  Ford

  Ford hated to admit it, but he’d fled from Sawyer’s room with more haste than grace. Not that the man had been watching. If it wasn’t for the toe-curling kiss Sawyer had planted on him first, he would have thought… well, that he wasn’t sure what he would have thought. Hell, he didn’t even know what he was thinking now.

  In the bathroom they would both be sharing, he took
in the flushed cheeks, over-bright eyes, and his swollen and sensitive lips. Ford thought he looked totally debauched and he hadn’t even come. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face thinking about Sawyer’s reaction to his panties. Ford wasn’t kinky, not that he had a problem with it, but some people made it seem like wearing nice panties was a kink. It wasn’t. He just like the way they felt against his body. They made him feel pretty.

  Ford was of the mind a man or woman could wear whatever they wanted on the outside and still feel feminine, sexy, and desirable if they were wearing sexy underwear underneath. And anyone who thought a guy couldn’t feel feminine could go jump off a cliff. That was what his mom told him when she’d found out he liked lace and satin panties.

  He rushed through his nightly routine and decided to skip the shower, he didn’t want to tempt fate. Fate in the guise of Sawyer hearing the water and coming in. A voice in his head called him a liar because that was exactly what he wanted. But common sense dictated that he take a beat and decide in the light of day if he still felt the same.

  Ford went to bed wondering how their make-out session… hookup… whatever you wanted to call it, would make Sawyer feel in the cold light of morning.

  *****

  The morning after, not that it could be called the morning after since technically nothing had happened, Ford made sure not to run into Sawyer in the bathroom. He’d heard when Sawyer got out of bed, and he’d heard him in the shower. Ford had to admit that he’d imagined a wet, naked, soapy Sawyer. He even imagined Sawyer using his shower gel and maybe smelling like him.

  Ford had never thought about staking his claim in that way, but the idea of leaning into Sawyer’s body and smelling himself on him just seemed to get him going in a way he’d never experienced before.

  He had to rush through his own shower and get going if he was going to make it to breakfast. He figured he couldn’t hide out in his room since Sawyer didn’t seem to be. He couldn’t exactly leave Sawyer to face his parents alone, even though he was super tempted.