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there.”
    Wheland’s gaze scanned the length of Rooster head to toe. He looked delicious standing like a guard next to his things. The tight, white t-shirt Rooster wore stretched with each new intake of breath and the snug fit of his jeans had Wheland’s entire body tingling with interest. Rooster’s eyes finally settled on Wheland standing in the center of the lofty foyer. Wheland saw uncertainty float across Rooster’s handsome features and the submissive drop of his gaze to the floor was a perfect touch; although likely it was unintentional. Even still, Wheland took notice of it and every other little detail about this man.
    Oh, how wonderful it would be to have you on your knees in front of me and sucking me deep.
    It was an unlikely scenario but Wheland could dream couldn’t he? The sweet visuals dancing in his head right now had his cock hardening to steel. He turned away before Rooster could see the tent in his jeans and waved him further into the house.
    “Leave your stuff there for now and come with me,” Wheland said. “I’ll show you some more of the house.”
    Wheland took Rooster into the enormous kitchen with all stainless steel appliances and dark wood cabinetry. The cooking prep area looked commercial grade; like it belonged in a high end restaurant more so than a home.
    “Do you do a lot of cooking?” Rooster asked.
    “I don’t remember the last time I used the stove,” Wheland said with a laugh. “If it can’t be microwaved or delivered, then I go hungry.”
    “I’m a pretty good cook and I love to grill,” Rooster said.
    “Perfect,” Wheland said. “I have a big-ass grill out by the pool. Use it anytime you want.” Wheland opened the refrigerator and removed two cold beers and handed one to Rooster. They both popped off the bottle caps and Wheland leaned closer and clicked the neck of his bottle against Rooster’s. “Just so you know,” Wheland said, “I like my steaks medium rare.”
    Rooster smiled and took a long drink from his bottle and wiped the dampness from his lips with the back of his hand. “How long have you lived here?” he asked Wheland.
    “Six years or so,” Wheland said. “I’ve done a few renovations in that time. The house looks a lot different than it did when I bought it.”
    Wheland left the kitchen and started walking down a hall with Rooster following. “Are you still working with your band, 100 Proof?”
    “I haven’t toured with them in years but now that I’m back in the area I may look in to that option. I still write music for them,” Rooster said. “That’s my main source of income these days. I write for them and a bunch of other bands, too.”
    “You’re a full-time song writer now?” Wheland asked, glancing over his shoulder at Rooster.
    “Pretty much,” Rooster said. “My work is mostly in the rock genre, but I’ve written a few songs for country artists, too.”
    “Well, then you’re going to love what I have in the basement,” Wheland said. He turned a corner and opened up a door. “This is my newest addition to the house.”
    Rooster followed Wheland downstairs to the basement level. They walked through a game room with pinball machines and a hand-carved pool table sitting in the middle, before Wheland opened up another door. Rooster stepped inside behind Wheland and sighed loudly when the three room sound studio came into view.
    Wheland laughed at Rooster’s excitement. “It sounds like you approve?”
    “This is fucking amazing,” Rooster said. He inched into the engineering room and gently ran his fingertips across the consoles and slide levers like he were caressing a lover.
    “I see you’re using a Digidesign Control 24,” Rooster said. “That integrates well with the HD Pro Tools you have here.”
    “If you say so,” Wheland said. He couldn’t stop the smile forming on his face from watching Rooster and the appreciative, almost loving way he touched the equipment. “I take it you know how to use this