“Yeah,” Randy considered. How could all this possibly be happening? What exactly was happening? “But how does that help me now?”
When Max ran his fingers along Randy’s, he just about jumped out of his skin. It felt so damn good, being touched like that. But what felt best of all was knowing Max knew his secret and still saw him as a guy, through and through. “Well,” Max said, bringing Randy’s fingers close to his pouty pink lips. “Everybody has fingers. And I happen to have firsthand knowledge of how great it feels they come in contact with a warm mouth and a fierce tongue.”
“Oh,” Randy panted, absolutely breathless. His mind was a mess. He couldn’t think what to say.
“Has anybody ever sucked your fingers, Randy?”
His whole body throbbed like a hard cock, not just at the mention of finger-sucking, but on hearing his name spoken by that gorgeous set of lips. “No, never.”
“Do you want me to?” Max offered. His smile was so accepting, and so giving, Randy couldn’t have said no if he wanted to.
“Please, yes,” he moaned as Max slipped the tip of his index finger into his coffee-hot mouth. He nearly flattened himself on the 1950s kitchen table as Max sucked his finger all the way in, right to the knuckle. The warm, pulsing sensation of his tongue made Randy ooze with juice. Max was about the hottest guy he’d ever seen, and there on the other side of the table he was slipping Randy’s middle finger into his mouth. Sliding his gorgeous lips all the way to the knuckles of those two fingers, he slid his tongue between them. When Max licked that crease between finger one and finger two, Randy couldn’t contain himself. God, yes. Suck it!
“You like that, do you?” Max asked, grinning even with two fingers in his mouth.
“Fuck, yeah,” he roared, clawing at the table. “Give to me.”
Max sucked his fingertips, running his bottom teeth against the pads. It was the warmth and the wetness that made it so good. “Should we go for three?”
“Fuck, yeah!” Randy repeated. He was too consumed by pleasure to think up something original to say. But there was enough originality in this whole situation to make up for it.
Wrapping his mouth around three fingertips, Max slid his tongue down their underbellies. That strong slab of hot flesh undulated, rising up and around his wet fingers. It felt so incredibly good, Randy couldn’t keep himself from moving his hand in and out of Max’s receptive mouth. He couldn’t get over the hot sensation of firm fingers penetrating a gorgeous guy. He’d never experienced anything like it before, like he was giving it to Max and Max was gladly taking it. Even so, he knew Max had ultimate control over the situation. All he had to do was stop and leave Randy high and dry.
Max held Randy’s hand in both of his and took his pinky into his mouth. Four fingers got their due in that warm, wet hot tub of an opening. Max was a godsend. Nobody else could have shown him this kind of pleasure without disrespecting his identity. But, then, the disrespect would have negated the pleasure anyway. With Max, his body went wild until he was writhing in his chair. More than that, he realized he was growling and panting and moaning—wearing all the vocal accoutrements of the highly orgasmic. The more Max sucked his fingers, the harder it became to keep himself from shouting, “Fuck, yes! God that’s good. That feels so good!”
In the distance, a set of bells jangled, and it took a few seconds before Randy realized someone had entered the shop. Sliding wet fingers from an incredibly hot mouth, Max pressed Randy’s hands between his and said, “I’m sorry. I totally lost track of the time. Will you stay right here while I deal with this appraisal?”
Randy nodded, his mouth hanging wide open. Where would he go after such an intense happening? Though, as Max went into the shop, he did get up to wash the hot saliva from his hands. He listened in on their conversation. The seller’s voice was jarring. He was glad to be hiding in another room. “Guess business isn’t going too well for you, eh?” she jabbed at him.
Max’s voice hardened a tad. “Why do you say that?”
She cackled in response. “No customers!”
“I guess your vast powers of perception didn’t enable you to make out the closed sign in the window,” he replied. “Mondays, I only do appraisals and appointments. The shop will be open tomorrow, and you can see for yourself all the customers I get in here.”
Listening to their conversation, Randy felt irritated on Max’s behalf. He hated the condescending way that woman talked to him. Empathy. God, he really was falling for Max, wasn’t he? But he judged, from the way Max looked him in the eye through the whole finger-sucking thing, that he felt the same way.
“God, I just wanted to punch her,” Randy said, coming out into the shop after the woman left.
“Yeah,” Max considered, “but punching people is seriously bad for business.” Stretching out his arm, he pulled Randy in close for a side-by-side hug. “What really got me is that she’s kind of right. People don’t want to shop in bricks-and-mortar stores anymore; they want to buy stuff online. I wouldn’t even know how to start expanding my business.”
“Seriously?” Randy asked. He thought every relatively young person now bought and sold stuff online. He’d done both about a million times. “I could set you up easy. Want me to?”
Max looked at him with a nearly blank expression. “You know how to do all that stuff?”
“Dude, everybody knows how to do that stuff.”
“I don’t,” Max admitted.
With a forgiving chuckle, Randy said, “Okay, everybody but you. Are you registered with a shipping company?”
“No….”
“Okay, I’ll get you set up with a business account. That’s the first step. Then I’ll just have to create a website for you….”
“You know how to do that?” Max asked, still with an air of disbelief. “It all seems so complicated.”
Randy shook his head. “Trust me, it isn’t. We’ll set you up on auction sites and… oh God, what else? I’ll look into other avenues.” He realized his heart was hopping in his chest just like it had when Max took his fingers in hand. He’d never been so excited about the prospect of helping someone’s business.
A pearly smile streaked across Max’s face. “Do you think you can get all this going in time for the Christmas rush? I can’t even imagine the money we’d make.”
“It’ll be a lot of work, but yeah,” Randy said. His heart was racing. “Wait… we?”
“Well, yeah. Of course,” Max replied. He was beaming with excitement too. Randy could tell by the look in his eyes. “You think I’m looking for slave laborers? No way. I need a web guy, and I’ll pay you what you’re worth. Can you start right away?”
He couldn’t believe the whirlwind of happenings. In one day, he’d gone from grocery girl to web guy. The excitement was overwhelming, like an ice cream headache coupled with a sugar high. “Yeah,” Randy gushed. “I mean, I’ll have to quit the supermarket, but I can work with you around my shifts until my two weeks’ notice is up.”
Max gave him an approving nod. “I like a man with professional integrity. Very classy.”
Looking up into Max’s gorgeous face and caring eyes, Randy couldn’t control his appetite. He took a chance. Standing up on his toes, he kissed the muscle-god-slash-antiques-dealer full-on. He’d already met Max’s mouth, but not like this. Randy always considered kissing the most intimate act in existence. To put his head in someone’s hands and his tongue in someone’s mouth seemed so private, he could never kiss in public. Max leaned down as their hot tongues mingled, only breaking away to say, “Wow.”
“Wow,” Randy repeated. His heart was definitely about to explode.
Max leaned against the glass case. “You’re a good kisser. That made me weak in the knees.”
Randy smiled, standing upright and erect. “So are you.”
They stood at the back of the shop, gazing at each other like a pair of grade-school boys who’d put a tack on the teacher’s chair. They were in on something, and in on it to
gether. “Oh,” Max said, shaking his head out of dreamland and back to business. “I still need to write you a check.”
“That’s right,” Randy recalled.
With a sigh, Max said, “Now, tell me, who should I make it out to?”
Tricky. After all the encouragement and offers of long-standing support, Randy really wanted to speed up his transition. First thing was first: he’d change his name. Officially. “How about this,” Randy said. “Make out one check to Jennifer. It should be enough to cover the one hundred and thirty seven dollar name change and a really great Christmas gift for my mom. Make out the rest to Randy. That way I can’t cash it until I’ve changed my papers and my accounts.”
“Great idea,” Max said, writing them out. “That way you know you’ve got a big, fat check waiting as your reward.”
“Exactly,” Randy replied, watching him work. He couldn’t believe all the papers everywhere. Picking up the page with his girl name and address on it, he asked, “Wait, do you not enter any of this information into a database or anything?”
Max shot him a sheepish grin and shrugged. “If you want to take on that task, you’re welcome to it.”
“I just don’t know how you can stay organized without a computer,” Randy chuckled as Max handed him the checks.
“If you want to get me organized, you’re welcome to that task too.”
Randy laughed out loud as he considered the word, “Organized. Organ-ized….”
Catching his drift, Max smiled. “If you ever want me to organ-ize you, just say the word.”
“If any man does, it’ll be you,” Randy said, inching toward the front door. It wasn’t idle flirtation, either. He really meant it. “Anyway, man, I’m going to take off and quit my job. I’ve never gone there bound, but I guess I’m feeling extra confident. Today’s a new beginning, and it’s all thanks to you.”
“Aw, shucks,” Max replied in mock-bashfulness. “I’m a minor player.”
“No, man, I’m serious,” Randy went on. “I just came here looking for money to buy my mom a great Christmas gift. You’ve given me the money to buy a new life and a job where I can work as myself.”
Taking Randy by the arms, Max squeezed his growing biceps. “You forgot the most important part.”
Randy took a hopeful breath in. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Max replied, leaning in to plant a hot kiss on his lips. “I’ll give you support. I’ll give you encouragement. I’ll give you a hand to hold and lips to kiss and so much more, if that’s what you want.”
He couldn’t move, except to say, “I do.”
With a chuckle, Max said, “Christmas came early this year, huh?”
Randy nodded. “I’d better write Santa a nice thank you letter. He brought me the one gift I never thought I could have—a great, gorgeous guy who understands me inside and out.”
Giving Max’s hand a firm squeeze, Randy made his way out of the shop. Sure, some people on the bus stared at him, but he was confident they were just jealous of his mile-wide smile.
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