Wyatt watched Draven walk away and felt the tension in his body slowly leave him. It had been a strain to act as if nothing was really out of the ordinary when it had been far from it. Getting his first look of Draven up close, Wyatt had been instantly attracted to him. The man was his walking wet dream with model good looks, longish brown hair and light-green eyes. The man also had a body of a bodybuilder, all cut and well padded with muscle. Plus, Wyatt liked the fact Draven was taller than him. He was always attracted to a man who was bigger than himself.
He shook his head at his musings. The odds were very good that Draven was as straight as they came. Most men who looked like him were. And given Draven’s size, there was no way Wyatt would test the waters. He didn’t feel like finding out how much strength Draven could put behind a punch.
It only took a few minutes for Draven to return, carrying a small toolbox. Wyatt couldn’t help running his gaze over him as he watched him walk down the dock. God, he wished he could explore that hard body with his lips and tongue. Men who looked like Draven were few and far between, and were usually way out of Wyatt’s league, if they happened to be gay in the first place.
Drawing even with Wyatt, Draven said, “You can stay on the dock, since there isn’t a whole lot of room on the boat.”
“Sounds good to me. One dunking is enough.”
Draven stepped into the boat, and with ease walked to the back to the outboard motor. Wyatt followed his movements with his gaze, marveling at how easily the other man was able to keep his balance without rocking the small craft. Christ, if Wyatt tried that he’d end up in the drink for sure.
Once Draven had the cover off the engine he bent over, giving it a closer look. Wyatt stared at his wide, tanned back, watching the muscles move as he poked at a few of the parts of the motor. Wyatt bit back a moan, resisting the urge to adjust his hardening cock in his shorts. He was torturing himself, but he couldn’t stop looking at Draven.
“I think I see the problem,” Draven said after a few minutes. “This is a newer engine, so it’s a four-stroke, which means oil needs to be added separately instead of using an oil-and-gas mixture that older two-stroke engines require.” He straightened and looked at Wyatt. “From the looks of it, oil hasn’t been added for a long time and there wasn’t enough, so the motor is seized. I doubt an oil change has ever been done on it.”
Wyatt blew out a breath. “So in other words, it’s completely fucked.”
“Basically. Sorry, but I can’t fix that kind of damage.”
“Well, shit. There goes some of the fishing I’d planned to do. I was hoping to troll for perch. You can’t catch those from the shore.”
Draven replaced the cover on the engine before stepping onto the dock. He met Wyatt’s gaze. “There’s not many of them left. What I’ve been mostly catching is sunfish, rock bass, catfish and a few smallmouth bass. The first two you can’t eat—one being full of bones and the other, worms.”
“Good to know.” Wyatt did his best to keep his gaze on Draven’s, but it was a losing battle. It skimmed down the man in front of him, taking in his well-defined chest and abs. He forced his gaze to rise back to his face just before he reached the crotch of Draven’s shorts.
Draven picked up his toolbox. “It looks as if I’ll have to give you a tow with my boat back to the cottage where you’re staying.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.” Wyatt took a deep breath before he said, “For all your help, would you like to have a beer with me? It doesn’t have to be right now if you’re busy. You can stop by later.”
He held himself still, waiting for Draven’s answer. He hoped the other man would say yes. Wyatt might not be able to touch Draven the way he wanted, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know him better as a friend.
Draven smiled, one that made Wyatt’s cock twitch. “A beer sounds good. I’m also in the mood to do some fishing later today. Why don’t I take you out on my boat? That way your holiday won’t be completely ruined.”
Wyatt nodded like an idiot. “I’d like that. If we do go fishing, I can cook some burgers for us to go along with the beer, then we can go out in your boat.” The words came out in a rush, making him sound completely desperate, at least to his ears.
“You know what? I’ll take you up on that offer,” Draven said with another devastating smile. “I only arrived this morning and I haven’t had a chance to go into Gravenhurst to buy some groceries. There isn’t a whole lot in the fridge.”
For the first time Wyatt glanced at the house behind Draven. It was larger than all the other cottages in the area. From what he could see of it, it was gorgeous and the type of place he wished he could have afforded to rent for his holiday.
“You renting as well?” Wyatt asked.
Draven shook his head. “No. It’s mine. I’ve had it for a number of years. I had the house totally rebuilt not too long ago, since I seem to spend more time up here than I have in the past.”
If Draven could afford to do that, he had to have a hell of a lot more money than Wyatt did. “It’s really nice. Now I’m not so sure if you’ll be comfortable in my dinky little cottage.”
“As long as there are food and beer, it’s all good.”
It was Wyatt’s turn to smile. “There’s plenty of beer, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Then I’m definitely in. Let’s get your boat towed to your cottage, then I’ll come back whenever you think those burgers will be ready.”
“I’ll shoot for around five. That way we can eat early before we go out fishing.”
“Good plan. I’ll put my toolbox away then get my boat out of the boathouse.”
Once Draven turned and walked away, Wyatt couldn’t stop grinning like a dork. He reminded himself it wasn’t a date, but he still had that excited feeling in the pit of his stomach he got when he met a new guy and they went out for the first time. He still had no reason to assume Draven was anything but straight, though that didn’t mean Wyatt couldn’t dream.
The sound of a powerful engine being started drew Wyatt’s attention to the nearby boathouse. A few seconds later the door on the end lifted and a sleek powerboat slowly backed out. It looked as if Draven had the fancy toy to go with his fancy lake house.
The larger boat pulled up to the dock and Draven cut the engine. He secured it before he hopped out and rejoined Wyatt. “Tying your boat to the back of mine is the best way to do this. I just won’t be able to go too fast.”
With a little jockeying about, they managed to get his boat tied up behind Draven’s and then they were leaving the dock. Wyatt sat in the seat at the back just to make sure nothing went wrong during the towing. His gaze kept straying over to Draven as the other man drove the powerful boat. One time he thought for sure Draven turned his head to stare at him with something like desire showing in his light-green eyes, but Draven quickly looked away.
Once they reached the other side of the lake, Wyatt directed Draven to his rental’s dock. It didn’t take them long to secure the smaller boat. He made a mental note to contact the owner of the cottage about the motor no longer working.
Straightening from tying the rope he worked on, Wyatt turned to face Draven. “Thanks for the tow. I guess I’ll see you in a little while then.”
Draven nodded. “I’ll be here right at five.”
They stood silently staring at each other. Wyatt held his breath when he saw what he thought was hunger lingering in Draven’s eyes. He swallowed, not sure if he was reading the other man wrong or not. Afraid to move in case he was mistaken and acted on the desire Draven roused in him, he waited to see what Draven would do next.
The air left Wyatt’s lungs in a whoosh as Draven turned without a word and got back into his boat. The engine roared to life and the powerful watercraft sped away.