“The Foreman” was a small project that was originally supposed to accompany another short story, but it sort of grew into its own thing. J.T. has also been working on a full-length M/M romance, a paranormal mystery, which should be finished some time this fall. Look for J.T.’s reviews on LGBT fiction, excerpts, previews and more on her blog.
What’s it about?
Tim’s got a problem with his new job as a carpenter. His foreman, Gary Zucker, is just too damned sexy. With a mustache, hairy arms, and a solid gut, Gary exudes power and confidence, and it’s driving Tim crazy. When Gary notices Tim’s attraction, he figures it’s all over. The foreman will probably fire him for having the wrong kind of wood.
Then Gary surprises him. He shows he knows how to be the boss in more than one way. The question remains if this will be a one time thing, or something more. Tim’s got one chance to show the man how good he can be, before his dream man slips through his fingers.
A quick peek at what’s inside:
“Having trouble, junior?” Gary crossed his arms, shaking his head.
Spots danced in front of Tim’s eyes until he remembered to breathe. “I’m fine,” he managed, tilting his head back farther to look up into the foreman’s face. “Just had a little issue with the knife.”
Gary’s dark eyes raked over him, and Tim wished he could go crawl in a hole. This was supposed to be a job. It really wasn’t a good idea to be crushing on the boss. No matter how often he kept telling himself that, however, nothing seemed to obey. Not his head, not his eyes, and most certainly not his dick. He only hoped Gary couldn’t see how hard this encounter was making him.
Time stretched as Gary continued to look him over, eyes narrowing. Tim felt the back of his neck heat up and prayed he didn’t do something stupid. “I won’t make any more mistakes, sir.” His voice cracked. I was just having a hard time focusing.” Even as he said the words, he imagined what it would be like to kiss Gary, to feel that mustache brush against his lips, his cheek. Tim blushed hard.
Gary snorted. “Focusing, huh?” He hooked a thumb into his belt, adjusting it. “Do I need to send you on a coffee break? Take care of that ‘focus’ problem?”
Was it Tim’s imagination, or had Gary just glanced at his crotch? He was starting to feel strange, kneeling in front of his boss.
“Um, no, sir,” Tim replied, even though a coffee break right now sounded perfect. He’d get his head back on the work. He could jerk off later, imagining what it would be like to be shoved up against a wall by Gary Zucker.