Bishop: A True Lover's Story

Edison stood, hoping Bishop didn’t pay too close attention to his lower region. Bishop would have to accept the fact that he had no control over it, and it was Bishop’s fault for being so enticing. He gathered their empty plates and glasses. “Do you want something else to drink?”

Bishop followed him into the kitchen with the few remaining condiments. Edison felt his temperature rising, felt his pulse speed up. Bishop was in his kitchen again. While typically it was the perfect space for him, it felt suffocating with Bishop’s big body working around his own. He took the dishes from Bishop’s hand and set them in the sink. “You didn’t have to do that. My pop taught me better than that. You’re a guest in my house.”

“Well my dad would say, guess what. Get your lazy ass up and help with the dishes.”

Edison laughed as he stacked the rest of the plates then got a clean dish cloth to wipe down the table. He’d take care of the other mess after Bishop left, not wanting to waste one second of their time together. “When do you want to get started? It looks as if that’s going to take some time.”

“Trent will help me with the startup and then I’ll take it from there. I’ll do a few hours after work on the weekdays and on Saturday. It won’t be as long as you think. I can have a contract for you to look over tomorrow and I’ll bring my equipment with me.”

“Tomorrow?” Edison stood straight.

“Is that too soon?” Bishop came closer.

Edison dried his hands and tossed the towel onto the counter. “No. Not at all. I’m just surprised. And… excited… so yeah, let’s do it. I’m ready.”

“So am I,” Bishop rumbled.

Edison didn’t know what was happening. Were they still talking about his backyard? Bishop didn’t look like he was thinking about landscaping. Edison’s back was pressed against the counter while Bishop stood there at his full six-feet-plus height, blocking his exit. Edison blinked as his eyes traveled down Bishop’s toned thighs to his boots. Very large boots.

“Look at me, Eddie.” Bishop came even closer, almost stalking him.

His heart felt as if it was going to beat out of his chest. Bishop still hadn’t stopped advancing and Edison had nowhere else to go in the dimly lit room. Not that he wanted to. He lifted his head until he was staring into Bishop’s eyes. While he hadn’t had that look leveled on him before, he still recognized it. Lust, want. Bishop was coming at him with an expression of hunger that terrified him. What was he supposed to do? He held eye contact the best he could, needing to exert some masculinity in there somewhere, but the heaviness of his breath and the panicked feeling in his gut were hard to ignore.

Edison was close to pass-out level by the time Bishop pressed his chest to his body. Holy… mother of… Bishop was so darn hard—his stomach, his arms, his cock… and so was Edison’s. He had no reason to be embarrassed by his erection because from what he could feel, Bishop was in the same predicament. Yet, still he doubted Bishop was about to blow like he was. Edison gripped the back of the counter with both hands. He tried his best to slow his breathing, but it was useless when he saw Bishop’s hand rising out of the corner of his eye. Slowly, Bishop cupped the side of his jaw, his eyes roaming over Edison’s face as if he’d never seen him before.

“You’re beautiful,” Bishop said, sounding as if he was his losing his voice. The bass in his voice vibrated the skin on Edison’s cheek as Bishop dragged his nose along his jaw to his throat. “I told myself to be professional while I was here, but I can’t…” Bishop emitted a low growl that shot straight to Edison’s groin. “I can’t help but want to touch you.”

God, he needed to be touched so badly but didn’t know how to ask for it. Edison’s reaction was a soft moan. Bishop gripped his hips and pulled him in tight and Edison’s dick began to leak. He knew he didn’t have long before he’d feel that tingling in his crotch and the pressure building in his sac. He just couldn’t believe what was happening. Bishop’s chest felt nothing like his own. It had so much definition that Edison could feel the groves through his shirt. And he wanted to feel more. As if Bishop could read his thoughts, he wrapped one muscular arm around his back while he continued to stroke the side of Edison’s cheek with his other hand.

“So smooth,” Bishop murmured against his cheek. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first touched you in that parking lot.”

“Bishop,” he sighed, just able to catch his breath enough to say that one word. His cock jerked and his face flushed when Bishop growled in response, his thick shaft throbbing heavily against his pelvis. Oh my god, oh my god. He didn’t want to appear as inexperienced as he was, so he released his death grip on the counter and placed his hands over Bishop’s, where they rested on his hips. He wondered if Bishop dated big men. He wanted to believe that Bishop was that attracted to him—and he was doing a convincing job now—but things often had a way of not working out for him in the intimacy department.