Living The Dream

"Dude, you're working 'til when?"

Chip grinned, shrugged. "I took a shift 'til five, then I'm hot-tubbing it, man, soaking my bones."

Bennie snorted. "You and your bone."

"Hell yeah." He just needed a little cash to play with, then he wouldn't snag another shift for a week or so. Tips were shitty until the snow started falling, anyway.

"Chip, table nine. He's not going to serve himself." Andrea snapped him on the ass with a towel.

"Oooh. Do it again!" He wiggled his ass, still laughing happily as he headed out to table nine. "Hey, man! How goes it?"

The guy at table nine was good-looking, with short blond hair and a square jaw. The steel-blue eyes that looked up at him were stressed to the gills, though, the lines around them pronounced. Maybe it had something to do with the laptop. Who brought work to Lake Tahoe?

"Can I help you?" Blue Eyes asked.

"I think that's my line, beautiful. You want a cocktail? A lemonade?"
A hand job?

Blue Eyes blinked. "Oh. Right." One hand rubbed over the handsome face. "Sorry. Um...I should probably just order a coffee."

"You sure? We make a killer whiskey sour."

"That's tempting. Probably not the best idea on an empty stomach, though." Blue Eyes looked back at his computer, typing stuff.

"Do you need a menu? The specials are potato soup and lobster mac and cheese. That's our thing, the mac and cheese." He should know. He owned the restaurant.

"Oh yeah?" Blue Eyes pulled himself away from the laptop, glance moving up along Chip's body. "Sure, lobster mac and cheese sounds good. I'll have that whiskey sour, too."

"Rock on, dude." Chip grinned and nodded, then headed in to enter the order. Gary was a whiz in the kitchen, and worked his ass off. Good man.

It kind of felt like Blue Eyes was watching him leave. He swore he could feel those eyes on his ass. Chip let himself wiggle, rock back and forth. Play.

When he brought the drink back, he didn't have to wait to get Blue Eyes' attention again. He had the full attention of that hot gaze.

Oh, yummy.

"One whiskey sour, just for you." He flirted--not enough to be nasty, but enough for the man to know he was interested.

Blue Eyes took it from him, fingers sliding against his own. Oh, nummy goodness. He loved that zing that meant there was chemistry. Blue Eyes' nostrils flared.

"Smells good, doesn't it?" Chip asked, lingering.

"
It
does."

"I'm Chip, by the way."

"Went." The laptop was pushed to the side. He had Blue Eyes' full attention now.

Smiling, Chip teased a little. "Went? As in I went away? How cool is that?"

Went chuckled. "As in Wentworth is a second last name instead of a first name. Thanks, Mom and Dad." The laptop was closed and Went nodded to the seat across from him.

Chip plopped down, grinning at the offer. "I gotta know this story. Tell."

One of Went's eyebrows went up. "Story?"

"About how you got two last names. I love stories." Especially when they were told by handsome studs who'd just offered him a seat at their table.

Chuckling, Went nodded. Took a sip of his drink. "Okay."

Oh, a laugh. Score. This was going to be fun.

"Legend has it..." Went winked, laughed again and went on. "My father was currying favor with my grandmother, looking to be on her good side for an inheritance, so he gave me her maiden name."

"Oooh. A baby with a legend. I love it. Did it work?"

Went gave him a wry smile. "Oh, she left him everything--all her debt. Apparently she lived way larger than she could afford."

"Ouch." Chip winced, but kept it light, playful. He was in this for the joy.

Went shrugged. "They were as mean as each other."

"Let me see your hand."

Went blinked at him. "I beg your pardon?"

"Let me see your hand, man."

Frowning, Went held out his hand. "Why?"

Chip turned Went's hand open, staring at the palm, tracing one line and then another. "See, your hand says great in bed, no meanness."

"Does it now?" Went's voice was husky, those blue eyes on his fingers.

"Totally. This line here?" He dragged his finger down the center. "This line says you know how to make someone scream."

He felt the electricity between them increase as Went licked his lips. "Do you like to scream, Chip?"

"God, yes. I love sex." Why deny it?

"So is your lobster mac and cheese better than sex?" Went asked.

"It depends on who you're having sex with."

Went rolled his eyes. "You're the one I'm sitting across from. Are you worth skipping my lunch for?"

"Oh, honey, you can have the whiskey and the mac and cheese and me." Chip was easy and interested and could totally wait however long it took Went to eat his food and drink his cocktail.

"Isn't that like eating my cake and having it, too?" Went asked.

"Yes!" Chip bounced in the booth, tickled deep down.

Went chuckled again. "You're very energetic."

"I totally am. I love to play, hike, ski, soak, fuck."

Went's gaze flicked to Bennie as he brought over Went's bowl of food, not replying to his statement.

Once Bennie had gone, though, Went's attention turned back to him. "You aren't going to get bitched at for sitting?"

"Nah. I'm here for a little cash. I found something better than tips."

"Yeah?" Went held his gaze.

"Bluest eyes in history."

"Me?" Went chuckled, but he looked really pleased.

Chip nodded. Hell, yes.

"I guess you're dessert then." Grabbing his fork, Went dug in.

"I totally am."

Bennie came back, giving him an apologetic look. "Chip, man. Please. Can you grab the dishes from that table, I'm dying."

"Totes!" He stood, then leaned over to whisper in Went's ear. "Enjoy your lunch and leave room for me."

Went dropped his fork, and Chip dared to drag his tongue up along the edge of Went's ear. The groan he got went straight to his cock.

"I'll be back, beautiful," he promised. "You have my word."

"I'll be here."

"Perfect."

Absolutely fucking perfect. Chip had needed fun for the night and now he had it. In spades.

Went ate the best fucking mac and cheese he'd ever had. With lobster in it. Decadent. Delicious. Nearly as delicious as Chip. Stopping to eat lunch, having a whiskey while he still had work on his computer and getting lucky. He really was on vacation.

When he finished his food, he drank the last of his whiskey sour and debated opening his laptop back up and getting a bit more work in.

"You enjoy your food, beautiful?" There he was--blond and tanned and fine enough to make Went's breath catch.

"It was delicious, as advertised." It had been a while since he'd hooked up with anyone, but he had a feeling he'd be turned on by Chip even if he was in a relationship.

"Excellent. You want dessert? It's better than advertised," Chip promised.

"We are talking about you, right?"

The smile that bloomed over Chip's face was pure sunshine, the pierced eyebrows wiggling. "You know it."

Went laughed, the sound surprising him. Shit, when was the last time he'd done that and meant it?

"So, your place or mine?"

He hadn't expected that. He'd expected to take Chip to his rooms, and the guy to disappear right after. "I want to see your place."

"Yeah? Rock on. You need to put your computer away, or do you want to bring it with?"

"I'll bring it." Not having it with him would be like missing a limb. And what if an emergency popped up and he needed it?

"Sure. Come on. Let's take a walk."

"Is there a bill I need to sign or anything?" He assumed he could have his meal charged to his room.

"Oh. Right. Duh." Chip chuckled softly, pinking the slightest bit. "I'm a little eager."

"I like that." Eager. For him. That was very cool. His cock sure appreciate it, pushing at the zipper of his slacks.

Went signed his room charge and they headed out of the restaurant. Best little place in a hotel ever. Following Chip, he admired that little ass again. He wanted to be buried right there. God, when had he last had the urge to do that?

"I got a condo down the road. Somewhere for my skis and my kayak."

"You live here full-time?" Went looked around, taking in the beautiful surroundings. It really was a stunning place.

"God, yes. I love it here. It's magical."

"Looking at you makes me believe that."

"Totally true." Chip gave him another wide smile. "How long are you staying?"

"I think I'm booked for a week." His assistant had set him up. Maybe he owed her a bonus, seeing how well things were going at the moment.

"It's a great time of year--not too busy, not too warm."

"You don't like it when it's warm?" Wasn't that supposed to be a plus?

"Oh, I love it. I mean that when the snows come and the heat comes, that means lots of tourists."

"Ah, I get it. This time of year is less touristy."

"Yep. Makes for better hiking, better parties."

Went's attention was torn between that sexy ass and the view. Chip chattered happily, walking alongside him. It was charming, random. He wanted to touch. Badly. To connect with this bright man. It had been a long time he'd had an urge this strong.

They ended up in a line of quiet condos that almost blended into the trees. There was an air of sophistication to the building, class. Impressive. Especially for a ski bum waiter. Tips must be good.

"Come on in. It's basically clean." Chip winked, led him in.

Chuckling, he followed that ass in, glancing around as the door shut behind him. God, look at this place. It was all windows in the back, looking over a huge deck with a hot tub. The ceramic tile looked like brick, warm and red, and all the furniture was dark. There were dozens and dozens of weird little knickknacks everywhere--tiki heads on the floor, shells and crystals and books on shelves, masks hanging from the wall.

"You do a lot of traveling?"

"Sure, when the urge strikes. I love to go and do and see."

"You're fascinating." All Went ever did was work. Of course, he wasn't working right now, was he? He stepped up into Chip's personal space.

It didn't intimidate Chip at all. "I'm horny. Touch me."

"Uh-huh." Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around the back of Chip's head, tilting it as his mouth lowered to meet Chip's. Chip pressed right into him, the little hard body rocking like Chip was riding a horse.

Went devoured Chip's mouth, taking one kiss, and then another. Fuck, Chip tasted like the outdoors, like fresh air and fucking sunshine.

Went never did this. Never picked someone up and just took what he needed. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time it had been anything but his own hand. He rubbed against Chip, the need suddenly riding him hard.

Chip promised that he wasn't going to be jacking off this time. The man stripped his shirt out of his jeans, opened his belt.

"Oh, fuck." He tugged Chip's white shirt out of his black slacks, fingers finding skin. Smooth, hot, perfect--he slid his fingers up along Chip's belly. "God, you're ripped." The most amazing belly ever.

"Like to move." That case--because calling it a six-pack would be a lie--rippled.

"Damn. I could rub against your abs all day long." Skin on skin. He needed it.

"That sounds fun." Chip stripped his shirt off, then started working on Went's.

His pants, unbelted, began to slip down his hips. His needy prick was going to need to be extricated, though. Chip ran his fingers up along Went's chest, pinching and stroking and petting along the way. No one had paid him so much attention sexually since Freddie. He'd convinced himself he didn't miss it. He'd been so damn wrong.