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break, he kept his nose to the grindstone.
Noah knew it wasn't intentional when Jeremy's groin brushed his back, but it had an immediate
effect. He focused on the task at hand, pushing away the thought that if he were to turn slightly,
he'd be in the perfect position to open those low-riding jeans and suck Jeremy's cock. Did that
make him a pervert or just a man? Then he reminded himself that, young or not, Jeremy was
every inch an adult.
"These new machines are really gonna make a difference," Jeremy said, seemingly oblivious to
the effect he was having. "According to my research, they do twice the amount of laundry for
less energy than it takes to run one of the single load machines, and use a fraction of the water."
Smiling proudly, he looked down at Noah and said, "You know the city will give us a tax break
if we become energy efficient, right?"
In all honestly, Noah hadn't known. Then again, he didn't have to. He had Jeremy for that.
Jeremy stood above him, leaning casually against a machine with his jeans sliding low and T-
shirt riding up, revealing a scant trace of dark hair. Noah's own jeans grew very, very tight. His
eyes rose higher, meeting dark blue ones. While they still held sexual interest, the hero worship
had slowly been replaced with admiration and respect. The feeling was mutual.
Remembering the advice Mary had given weeks ago, he took a deep breath to start the
conversation he'd been rehearsing in his head all afternoon, "Jeremy?"
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"Yes?"
Judging by the hopeful smile, the kid suspected what would be asked. At the worst possible
moment, the bell over the door tinkled and Kevin bellowed, "Boss? We got delivery issues. Can
you call the route manager again?"
Noah and Jeremy both sighed, realizing the moment had passed.
"Be right there," Noah replied. The bell tinkled again and another male voice, much younger,
called, "Jeremy?"
"Duty calls," Jeremy said, holding out a hand to help Noah to his feet.
"Yeah, it does," Noah agreed.
Noah followed Kevin out, noticing an attractive young man waiting by the door whom Jeremy
had introduced two weeks ago as a new friend. A full-length coat hid his clothing, but everything
about him screamed rent boy. Now, however, Noah no longer felt jealousy when Jeremy talked
to young, attractive men, for some of those same men also talked to Noah. They naturally
believed that sex was a part of it when they casually mentioned "his" Jeremy. Besides, hidden
somewhere inside that coat was a ticket to Philadelphia, for a bus leaving in a few hours.
Yeah, everyone, including the young man who'd probably come to say goodbye, seemed to think
Jeremy belonged to him. It was time Noah acknowledged it, too.
***
"Look, if you can't make the delivery this evening, I'll come in a few hours early tomorrow if you
promise you'll be here," Noah pleaded with the beer supplier. He listened to what wasn't being
said as much as to what was. Basically, the man had no clue when delivery would be made, due
to heavy snows that had shut down part of the interstate.
Leaning back in his chair, Noah sighed and relented, "If that's the best you can do, that's the best
you can do. You've always done what you could, and I understand it's the holidays and the
weather sucks. I'll be here at nine in the morning to let him in, on the off chance that your driver
can get here."
He hung up the phone and considered returning to the laundry, then decided to give Jeremy time
to talk to his visitor. No need to hover like a jealous lover.
He laughed then. Word on the street had him and Jeremy as a couple for weeks now. How ironic
that others could see it before he could. Yes, there was an age difference; it didn't really seem to
be the problem he'd originally thought it would be. Somehow, they just worked well as a team.
Why couldn't they work well as a couple? Always before, Noah held the past between himself
and prospective lovers. Jeremy knew about that and didn't seem to care. No, it wasn't that he
didn't care, it was more like he admired Noah for rising above it.
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Eyes drifting shut, he visualized that tantalizing treasure trail he'd seen earlier, recalling the
moment Jeremy had innocently rubbed against him. His cock grew hard at the memory, and he
reached down to unfasten his zipper.
Other images came to mind: Jeremy bent over a table, folding clothes, nicely rounded ass
proudly on display when Noah came to bring his evening meal. No longer overly thin, Jeremy
had become the knockout Noah'd known he could be from that first sighting through the grimy
windows of the Tub of Suds.
One hand reached into his jeans and boxers, drawing out hard flesh and wrapping around the
base. That felt good. He began a slow, stroking rhythm to images of their earlier encounter. His
mind changed them until Jeremy was bent over the table, nude, just waiting for Noah to take
what was offered. The lovely thing with fantasies was that they could be bent to suit any whims,
and Noah imagined parting those rounded cheeks to find Jeremy's hole ready and waiting.
Hand on his cock rising and falling, in his mind's eye he pushed in -- bare -- something he'd
never do in reality. Oh, but he wanted to, longing for that kind of trust between them. Tight heat
engulfed him and he groaned out loud, working himself harder. Setting up a punishing rhythm,
he pounded into his dream lover, the cock in his hands becoming longer, thinner -- Jeremy's.
The image changed and Noah was down on bended knee in front of the new washer, Jeremy's
jeans sagging to the floor as Noah mouthed his cock. The air was filled with sharp gasps and low,
happy moans.
Noah's hand tightened, pumping harder, faster, his imagination returning to the scene on the table.
His hands held slender hips tightly while his fantasy Jeremy moaned and begged for more.
Harder and faster he pumped until, every muscle in his body seizing, back bowing, he came hard,
semen filling his cupped hand. "Ahh..." he moaned, trusting the jukebox outside the door to mask
the cries.
He lay in the chair, panting, coming down from an amazing orgasm. Yes, he might as well admit
it -- he wanted Jeremy, and for more than just sex. He was also running out of excuses not to
have him. Snatching a handful of tissues, he cleaned himself and tossed them into the trash. After
tucking his spent flesh back into his pants, he stood and rounded the desk, intent on going back
to the laundry to have a talk with the object of his desires. A frantic knock sounded and the door
flew open, Jeremy nearly knocking him down.
***
"Hey, Eddie." Jeremy smiled up at the young man he'd recently befriended. His smile fell when
he saw a pale, worried face. "What is it?" he asked, already dreading the answer.
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