“I hope you’re ready Tig,” I said to myself as I drove out of town and turned down the road that would eventually lead to his house. I liked Tig, and I respected his need to know me better before we fucked, but there were many other things we could do that technically weren’t fucking and I hoped tonight he’d be interested in trying some of those things.
When I saw him parked at the store, I just expected to find him shopping for what he needed to get through the week. But when he admitted he was buying sandwich supplies to bring lunch for me . . . well damn. I never expected that in a million years. Then I couldn’t stand the idea of not seeing him tonight. Even if we worked at the same place, we rarely saw each other during the day and rarely got the chance to talk. I also didn’t want to risk either of our jobs by being distracted by him.
I turned down a dirt road that led to an old farmhouse. It was painted white with red trim, was two stories, and had the steep sloped roof of most of the older houses in the area. Not far from the house was a massive barn I recognized from being a weekend party spot when I was in high school. I pulled to a stop in front of the house just as Tig opened the screen door and smiled down at me. His hair was still wet from the shower, and he wore some track pants and a t-shirt that had a unicorn with rainbowsshooting from its eyes on it. “Nice shirt,” I said, and slid out of the truck. “I hope you’re hungry.”
He walked up to me with his eyes full of heat and fire when he took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. “Starving,” he whispered and ran the tip of his nose down my jaw making me gasp.
“Great,” I managed to choke out after clearing my throat. “Here.”
“What did you get?” he asked as he took one of the bags of food from me.
“You’ll see,” I said once I was finally able to form a coherent thought. I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder as he gave me a curious look, but I wanted to wait until after we ate. He led me into his house which was comfortable and more modern looking than the outside, with two leather sofas that had recliners at each end and a large flatscreen on the wall. In front of the sofas was a large square coffee table that I set the bag of food on.
“Let me get some plates. What did you want to drink?”
“Anything that’s not beer or caffeinated,” I said. Working with a hangover wasn’t something I enjoyed, and I wanted this job. Tig walked out with two sodas and two glasses of ice before going back to the kitchen for plates and silverware. I unpacked the containers and set them all out on the table. “I wasn’t sure what you like so I got us tacos three ways and all the toppings.”
“Sounds great,” Tig said, and we started opening containers. “You weren’t kidding about getting a lot of food.”
We both chose a few tacos and loaded them with toppings. Tig took a big bite and moaned. “Like it?” I asked and tried not to laugh at his reaction.
“Would you believe I haven’t had Mexican food since I moved back,” he said and wiped his mouth before eating a chip dipped in guacamole.
“I have tacos at least once a week,” I said, and watched him take another bite.
“Smart man. This is really good.” He gobbled down two more tacos and chose two more from the containers.
“It’s from that old place on the edge of town by the hotel. It’s been there forever, and I think everyone forgets about it, but it’s the best food.”
“Garcia’s?” he asked.
“Yes, how did you know?”
“It was there when I lived here, but it wasn’t open all the time.”
“That’s how it is now. They’re always open for Taco Tuesday but anything else is hit or miss.”
“Well good thing it’s Taco Tuesday,” Tig said.
Between the two of us we ate every last taco I’d brought and made a good dent in the chips and salsa. Finally, we admitted defeat and slumped back on the couch. “That was so good.”
“It was,” Tig said and settled his hand over mine. “Thank you, Isaac.”
“I owed you for the pizza,” I mumbled.
“You don’t owe me anything,” he whispered before kissing me. “Please tell me you’re staying the night.”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind. I brought my work clothes.”
“Always prepared,” Tig said as he pressed me down onto the sofa and kissed me again. My breath sped up and I tried to control my body’s reaction to him, but there was a straight line from Tig to my dick, and it was getting harder to control my desire for him.
“Tig, I know you want to know me better, and I want to know you too. We can wait to fuck but how do you feel about a blowjob?” I asked and hoped he didn’t laugh—I knew it sounded a little wacky and I wanted to respect him, but I also couldn’t help what I wanted.
His eyes bounced between mine as a grin slowly grew on his lips. “I feel like I’ve gotten to know you more the past few days than all the months I’ve known you.”
“Me too, or maybe not being so focused on hooking up has forced me to actually talk to you and not just jump you every time I see you,” I said. “I can’t remember the last time I took the time to know anything more than someone’s name.”
“I’ve lived that life before,” Tig said surprising me.
