Friday, November 25, 2011
Black Friday Fun
GOOD WILL SHOPPING
Ross Delaney didn't think he'd ever lose Will Levine. Unfortunately, he forgot that part of being in a relationship was opening up your heart to the one you love. Will got tired of waiting and they've been split up for months. But Black Friday has arrived and Ross knows just where to find Will. If Will won't return his calls, then Ross decides to make a personal appearance at their favorite store.
He drags Will into the back hallway of the store on the premise that he wants what's in Will basket, but it's not the television he's talking about.
Ross Delaney shoved his former lover against the tile wall of Byerland's back hallway. The heavy double doors to the rest of the store swung to a stop behind the shopping cart overstuffed with a boxed flatscreen.
"What the fuck, Ross?" Will Levine snapped.
"I want the television."
He didn't. He just wanted Will, but Will wouldn't have anything to do with him. Since pissing Will off was the only way they seemed to talk nowadays, that would be how Ross did things. And how better to piss him off than to make a competition of it? Black Friday provided the perfect opportunity.
"You snooze, you lose," Will sneered.
It was a bold move considering Ross outweighed him by thirty pounds and five inches, and that he was currently pinned by the shoulders to the wall.
"Really? You're going with that?" Ross asked in disbelief. "There were only five listed in the sales ad."
"And one of them is mine," Will taunted.
"Unless we trade." Ross grinned, knowing that would intrigue him. Will obviously had the advantage possessing the desired television in his cart and would wonder what Ross could possibly offer in exchange.
"What do you think I'd trade the best deal of Black Friday to have? Hm? Your head on a stick?" Will's smile was smug, but something flashed behind his bright green eyes that looked like uncertainty.
Did Ross actually have a shot at making this work? God, he hoped so.
"Not exactly. I was thinking more along the lines of your head." Ross leaned in closely, touching their noses. He thought he heard a slight hitch in Will's breathing. That could be a good sign. A very good sign. "Or rather, giving you head."
Will's eyes widened. The pupils dilated and that's when Ross knew he had Will's complete attention, no matter what else the man said.
Ross tugged on Will's jeans closure, easily popping the button out of its hole. The rasping of Will's zipper underscored the intensity of their ragged breaths.
"You wouldn't," Will whispered. "Not here. Not where anyone could walk in and see."
"C'mon, Will. Isn't the reason we broke up because I wasn't spontaneous enough? Doesn't this qualify?"