Straight to Hell

By Kim Dare

A straight man and a gay man walk into a hotel room... It could be the start of a bad joke or the beginning of their hottest fantasy.

Michael is gay, out, and proud. He’s also been in love with his straight work-colleague, Simon, for months. When a business trip finds them sharing a hotel room, Michael expects it to be nothing more than mildly frustrating. But, apparently, Simon has other plans.

Michael knows that agreeing to a no-strings hook up with a straight guy is a bad idea. He knows he’s being taken advantage of. And he knows he should say no, because if he doesn’t, the whole trip is going to go straight to hell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kim Dare
• Release date: Sep 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463728727

Kim Dare

Kim is a bisexual submissive from Wales (UK). First published in 2008, she has since released over 100 BDSM erotic romance titles ranging from short stories to full length novels. Having worked with a host of fantastic e-publishers, she moved into self publishing in 2013. While she occasionally enjoys writing other pairings, most of Kim's stories focus on Male/Male relationships. But, no matter what the pairing, from paranormal to contemporary, and from the sweet to the intense, everything she writes will always feature three things - Kink, Love and a Happy Ending.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Also by the Author

About the Author

Chapter One

Is he ever going to stop drinking?

No. Michael Jefferies sighed, closed his eyes, and dropped his head back to rest it against the wall behind his chair. He’s never going to stop. We’re going to be trapped in the most boring hotel bar on the planet, watching our boss get drunk, for the rest of our lives. God, he hated business trips, especially when Mr Fullerton was part of them.

He always does this? Simon asked, cautiously, from the chair next to Michael.

Yeah. And he pouts and snipes at everyone all through the following day if anyone tries to sneak off and leave the bar earlier than he does—even if they can prove they did tons of work back in their hotel room.

A hush settled over them, broken only by the soft music being played through the speakers on the other side of the room.

At least he’s got good taste, Simon suddenly said—his tone of voice slightly off, as if he was really nervous all of a sudden.

Michael opened his eyes and peered at the tall, red-headed woman his boss was desperately trying to chat up. If you say so.

You don’t think she’s hot? Simon asked.

No. But I’m probably not the best judge. Gay, remember? Michael said.

Yeah, I remember.

Michael turned his head toward Simon, but Simon was now staring fixedly at the bar room table where the key card for the hotel room they’d be sharing that night rested. A slight frown marred the normally smooth skin between Simon’s pale, blond eyebrows.

His expression didn’t make Simon any the less perfect in Michael’s eyes. It just made him want to kiss Simon until all was well in Simon’s world, and his expression turned into one of complete bliss. God, but it was embarrassing just how badly Michael wanted him.

As silence stretched out between them, Michael looked from Simon’s frown to the key card and back again. His stomach knotted as he realised the moment had come for The Conversation.

I’m not gay. I have no problem with gay men. But, I’m straight, very straight.

It was the same exchange that Michael almost always ended up having on the first night of a business trip that would see him sharing a hotel room with a straight colleague for the first time.

And, usually, Michael would be confident that the appropriate response was for him to roll his eyes and make a sarcastic comment regarding the sheer arrogance of straight men who all seemed to assume that any gay man they worked with was just frantic for any opportunity to jump them.

Unfortunately, in Simon’s case, the idea that Michael desperately wanted to get into his pants wouldn’t involve conceit, so much as a perfectly accurate understanding of the situation.

Michael loosened his tie as their corner of the hotel bar suddenly became uncomfortably warm. But, he was not going to get hot and bothered. He was not going blush for the first time in a decade, either.

Biting back a sigh, he glanced heavenward. Logically, he knew he should feel confident that Simon had no idea just how many of his private fantasies he’d starred in since they started working together. But Simon had him so far off balance that, for the first time in his life, Michael found he wasn’t sure about anything.

Not for the first time in recent weeks, he found himself checking back through his memories, reassuring himself that he hadn’t given himself away.

No flirting. No staring—at least, not when there was a risk of being caught. Ever since Simon had first walked into the office, and Michael had fallen in instant and uncontrollable lust with him, he’d been very careful not to do anything that might make Simon aware of just how badly he wanted him.

He might have imagined Simon spread out face down on the conference table after hours—his wrists and ankles shackled in place and his arse reddened from a fresh spanking—but he’d never got in Simon’s personal space when they were reading a report from the same computer screen.

He might have spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining Simon pinned against the wall in the stairwell begging for his permission to come, but he’d never so much as brushed against him as they both rushed for the coffee machine first thing every morning.

Michael shifted in his seat as his cock, which he could never recall being less than half-hard in Simon’s presence, stiffened even further as all the various kinky scenarios he’d imagined Simon in rushed through his mind.

He’d casually dropped his suit jacket over his lap when he sat down in the bar. An embarrassingly teenage precaution that he’d had to fall back on since meeting Simon. There was no way Simon could see how turned on he was. But as off balance as Michael felt, it seemed completely possible that Simon could read his mind.

So, he was getting paranoid as well as pathetic now—great! Yet another excruciating new low.

Michael took a deep breath and let it out slowly. While Simon continued to stare at the key card, Michael forced himself to at least try to be sensible.

At the very worst, Simon might have sensed that his gay work colleague fancied him. That wasn’t the end of the world. It wasn’t even as if Simon was some sort of homophobic jerk.

Simon probably just wanted to make sure that his friendliness—which hadn’t faltered for a second when he found out Michael was gay—hadn’t been mistaken for mutual attraction.

Yes, Michael told himself, very firmly, in the same tone his grandmother used to use when a child was being silly. Everything was fine.

Meanwhile, Simon opened his mouth and closed it again without saying anything. He took a sip of his beer and stared at the bottle for a while. He obviously wasn’t finding it an easy conversation to start.

Michael had often seen him struggle the same way at work, when he had to reject an offered deal by a supplier. Simon wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to hurt people’s feelings.

Michael took a swig of his own beer and, as it