Pumpkin Ravioli Boy
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by Ryan Field
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: When a tree falls on handsome, young Patrick's house during a brutal storm, he calls an insurance adjuster the next morning and winds up meeting the man of his dreams instead. Even though Patrick is bitter about losing his partner of seven years for what he thinks were stupid reasons, like pumpkin ravioli and a TV show, he hasn't given up on love and romance completely. And when he accidentally meets Dave, an insurance adjuster who advertises his business as "Service with a Smile," Patrick's quiet life takes a turn he never expected. Though Patrick and Dave are opposites in many ways, the attraction, compassion, and respect they feel for each other balances out their differences in more ways than either one of them ever expected. But first, Patrick has to figure out how to seduce Dave, without making a fool of himself, hoping that he won't have to face the brutal reality of rejection. After that, what begins as a steamy encounter with two genuinely decent gay men ends with the possibility of finally finding the kind of love everyone else dreams about.
eBook Publisher: loveyoudivine, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2010
15 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [33 KB]
Reading time: 18-26 min.
Patrick was waiting in the garage when Dave pulled into the driveway a few minutes after seven behind the wheel of a shiny black Porsche SUV. At least the guy had good taste in cars. When he stepped out of the car, Patrick reached forward to shake his hand. It was large and strong; he tugged Patrick's hand and smiled. "I'm Dave. Sorry I'm a few minutes late. I got caught up in traffic." His voice was deep and hollow, like a radio announcer. His blond hair cut short, military style.
"No problem," Patrick said. "I haven't touched a thing; didn't even clean up the mess around the pool so you could see all the damage the way it happened."
"That's good," Dave said. He reached back into the car and pulled out a small, black leather briefcase. He wore tight, faded jeans and a white button-down dress shirt with a pair of expensive sunglasses dangling from the shirt pocket. "I'm going to take a few photos and a few notes, but I'll explain everything so it's easy for you to understand the process of filing the claim and getting the money to fix the damage." At the end of each sentence, he smiled.
Patrick led him to the rear of the house so he could see the damage. He hadn't even swept, although he was dying to clean up the roof debris. "This usually looks so much better. I normally would have cleaned everything early this morning. I hate to leave a mess."
Dave smiled. "I'm glad you left it all alone." Then he set his briefcase on a lounge chair, pulled a clipboard and a small camera from the brief case, and started to examine the damage. He held his strong chin in the palm of his hand when he looked up at the tree limb resting on the roof, and then he positioned the camera and took a few photos. When he turned sideways, Patrick noticed a hulking gold cross, studded with sparkling diamonds, hanging around Dave's thick football-player neck.
"That's a beautiful cross," Patrick said. It was a bit too garish for him to wear, but he'd never seen a cross so massive...with so many diamonds.
"Thank you," Dave said, "I don't wear much jewelry, but what I do wear always has to be the best." Then he waved his left wrist, to show off a Rolex that Patrick knew retailed for thousands of dollars. It was as thick and gold as the cross with a shiny ring of diamonds framing the face. He was humble, almost apologetic, about the watch, but the cross was a different story. "This cross is my life; I'm a born-again Christian."
"Ah, well," Patrick said. The truth was he'd never known any born-again Christians personally, with such nice blue eyes and soft blond hair.
While Dave snapped the photos, Patrick couldn't help noticing how tight Dave's jeans were. The clean, faded denim hugged his round ass as though it had been painted there. He spread his legs wide and stood there as if he were standing in front of a toilet. And he had broad, level shoulders beneath the white dress shirt. His back muscles jumped and jerked when his large arms clicked the photos. At first, his body appeared to be stocky and about twenty pounds overweight, but at a second glance, Patrick was certain that Dave was a serious weight lifter. There were thick, hard muscles perfectly stacked beneath the white cotton shirt. He would have bet his last porn flick there wasn't an ounce of flab on Dave. The man even moved liked a serious weight lifter, with slow, graceful gestures and an even sense of timing.
After he took the photos, Dave sat down with Patrick at a round bistro table next to the pool to explain the process of filing the claim and what Patrick could expect. Dave was all business; his voice became profound and solemn when he told Patrick about his experience to prove that he was the top guy for the job. He repeated jobs and names he'd done in the area so Patrick could check him out...if that's what Patrick wanted to do. And while Dave was selling himself as the finest man for the job, Patrick was getting an erection at the sound of his smooth voice; the way his firm hand held the pen made Patrick want to lean over and start sucking his chunky fingers. Patrick had to tighten his teeth and cross his legs in order to pay attention to what Dave was saying. It occurred to him, when Dave spread his legs wider to get more comfortable and the bulge between his legs popped forward, that it had been far too long since he'd been with another man.
The meeting didn't last more than half an hour, and Dave said that it would be fine to sweep up the branches and twigs from the pavers now that he had photos of the damage. He asked Patrick if he could borrow the ladder in the garage because his next step in the process would be to return to the house with a large tarpaulin and cover the roof so there wouldn't be any more damage to the interior of the house if it rained again. He said he'd come back sometime the next day and that it wasn't important for Patrick to be there. Then he'd contact the insurance company to set up a meeting with their adjuster so he could file the claim.
Patrick smiled and took a deep breath when he signed a detailed contract that outlined Dave's services and his twenty percent commission.
And Dave assured him that he'd hired the right man for the job.
Patrick didn't have many questions, but he did ask, "After the claim is filed, what can I expect?"
Dave folded his hands and leaned forward as if he were a wise bishop about to hear Patrick's confession. "You can either hire a private roofer to do the job, or I can take care of it for you. I'm a public adjuster, but I, also, own a roofing and construction business with my younger brother. We've been in the business for many years, and I can give you references if you want them." Dave smiled and placed his palms on his thighs. "We are primarily interested in servicing our clients to the best of our abilities, and we guarantee our service."
Patrick liked the way he smiled: his teeth were white and straight. "I'm fine with you doing the roofing job and any other construction that needs to be done, Dave." The last thing he wanted to deal with was searching for an honest roofer.