Garland Sawyer hated shoveling snow. He was a kid at heart, so building a snowman or making snow angels or even having an impromptu snowball fight were the things he loved about winter. Even driving on slick streets was more enjoyable than shoveling. He’d do just about anything to avoid shoveling snow.
So when he saw Carter Crowe, that gorgeous man, out there shoveling a driveway and making it look like some kind of winter porn—second only to locker room porn in Garland’s mind at the moment—Garland found himself out on the porch in his sneakers and without his coat, waving to get Carter’s attention.
“Will you do the path and the sidewalk for me?” he asked and tucked his hands into the pouch of his hoodie since it was a little brisk out here, despite the rare display of bright sunlight.
“What’ll you give me if I do?”
He should’ve expected that, really. Nothing was free anymore.
Carter leaned on his shovel and smirked. Even some fifty feet away, Garland could clearly see the smirkiness of his smirk. “Come on, Gar. You can do better.”
Frustrating man. “Well, what do you want?”
Mister Sexy Winter Chore sauntered closer, snow covering his boots as he came down the uncleared path to the porch steps. Garland felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature when Carter was close enough for Garland to see the twinkle in his blue eyes and the pink on his pale, lightly freckled cheeks.
Garland blinked. No way did the man just ask for a blowjob as payment for shoveling snow!
The smirk turned into a flirty grin. “Don’t act so shocked. I’ve heard you gay guys give great head.”
Well, wasn’t this an interesting development? Carter Crowe was going to play it straight, hmm? Well, two could play this game. Honestly, that Carter—all macho jock—could look at Garland—all pudgy banker—salaciously was titillating. He wasn’t about to fall for any of this so easily, though.
“All right, but we’ll have to do it on the porch.”
Missy Welsh writes gay, bi, and trans erotic m/m romance short stories, novellas, and novels.