"Secrets & Lies" by Nemo

Mike let himself into his house. It had been a long day at work and he desperate for a beer, so he was only half paying attention as he walked through to the kitchen. He startled when he heard a voice call out as he walked past the den.

"Hey Mr. Clark." Mike, stopped and turned round, spying the young man sprawled over the armchair in the den.

"Hey Josh." said Mike "Err, what are you... I mean why?" trying to figure out why his neighbours son would be waiting in his den. He knew Josh had finished college for the summer and was back home, but that didn't explain what he was doing in Mike's house.

"Sorry if I surprised you." said Josh "Mr Cooper, found out I was back home and hired me to paint the basement for you. But then he didn't have the right paint and he asked me to wait here while he drove to the shop to get some. I hope that's OK?"

Mike nodded "Sure, sure". His partner Greg had been griping about the basement needing a fresh coat of paint for weeks and it made sense he would jump at the opportunity to pay Josh to do it. Mike looked at Josh's shorts "I hope you're not getting paint on my armchair." he said.

Josh leapt out the chair like he's had an electric shock. "No. no Mr Clark... these are last years shorts.. I mean these are the shorts I wore to paint last year. This is all dry paint, I promise." He stuttered to a halt as Mike held out his hand gently.

"Relax Josh" said Mike, smiling "I was only kidding. I knew you'd have more sense than to get paint everywhere. And please call me Mike."

"Thanks Mr Clark, but it wouldn't feel rig..." Mike interrupted him "Listen if Greg is hiring you and paying you like an adult, then we can treat you like an adult. So it's Mike & Greg, OK?" Josh nodded. "And speaking of treating you like an adult, why don't you come through to the kitchen and we can have a beer together while you wait."

Not waiting to see if Josh responded, Mike turned and headed back down the corridor. He heard footsteps behind him and smiled to himself as he entered the kitchen.

"So Josh, why don't you grab us a couple of beers from the refrigerator, while I get out of my jacket and tie." Mike said, already slipping one arm out of his suit jacket. Josh nodded and headed for the beers.

Mike unloosened his tie and undid his top button, he hated being dressed up, but his job as a lawyer meant he had to present a certain image to his clients and that meant dressing the part. Fortunately his 6 foot 2 frame and natural athlete's build had always helped project a powerful image. Although he was a few years older then when he'd started out, at 45 he still had a full head of dark hair and an intensive gym regime meant that he was still usually the biggest man in the room. It meant his suits had to be hand-made, but he could afford it and it just helped with his image. Of course it did mean that he couldn't just toss his jacket on the back of a chair, at least not without getting grief from Greg, and so he headed upstairs to hang the jacket up in the closet.

As he came back in the kitchen, Josh was standing with two bottles of beer in his hands, both unopened. Mike gestured and Josh handed him one. Josh looked at Mike, obviously seeking his agreement. Mike smiled and nodded at Josh, who twisted the top off his bottle. Mike went to do the same.

The next couple of seconds were rather chaotic as  the beer erupted out the bottle as soon as Mike loosened the top. Most of it went over Mike, soaking his shirt, but mostly avoiding his suit pants. More went over the kitchen and Josh acted reflexively, grabbing a cloth and mopping up the spilt beer on the counter, before turning in a panic and starting to rub dry Mike's chest.

"Oh my god, oh my god. Mike, I'm so sorry. I don't understand." babbled Josh as he tried to dry Mike off with a now soaked through cloth. Mike wiped the beer from his eyes and then reached down and held Josh gently by the wrist, halting his ineffective efforts.

Mike laughed "Well I needed a shower, but that's not what I had in mind." He felt some of the tension drain out of Josh's body as he realised Mike wasn't mad at him. Mike looked down at his shirt and realised it was a lost cause. He let go of Josh and slipped his shirt off. He headed off into the laundry room and tossed the shirt into the sink. He grabbed a towel and headed back into the kitchen, drying his chest off as he went.

Mike found Josh,still wiping the counter down, and still looking flustered. He decided to mess with Josh a little bit as payback for the soaking. "You know, if you wanted to see me topless, you could have just asked." he teased Josh.

Josh startled, swinging round to look at Mike's chest before he glanced at Mike's face, with a look of slight shame, before turning back to the counter and scrubbing vigorously. "I, I, I didn't..." he trailed off and kept scrubbing. Mike stepped towards him "Relax Josh, I was only kidding." he said , placing a hand on Josh's shoulder. Mike was surprised to find Josh trembling under his hand. Worried he'd upset Josh, he gently spun him round until they were face to face.

Josh was staring at his hands and wouldn't look Mike in the eye, until he placed a finger under Josh's chin and lifted his head up. Mike was just worried he's upset his neighbour's kid and so it took him a few seconds to place the look in Josh's eyes, not fear, but longing.

Suddenly aware of just how close there semi-naked bodies were, Mike went to step back, but realised he was already up against the counter and there was nowhere to go. Seemingly emboldened by Mike's silence, Josh reached out and place one hand on Mike's well muscled chest. He rested his hand there a second, before gently running his finger tips through Mike's dense chest hair.

Mike reached down and held Josh by the wrist for the second time in only a few minutes. He felt like he's been hit by a bus. One minute he'd been trying to apologise for upsetting Josh and now he was faced with a horny young man, who very obviously had the hots for him. He had the rare sensation that he wasn't in control and faced with such an unexpected feeling, he wasn't sure what to do next.

Josh seized the opportunity and stepped closer so their chests were almost touching and now ran his free hand over Mike's chest. Mike could smell him now there were so close, a mix of A&F cologne, musky sweat and something else he couldn't quite place.

Josh tilted his head back and parted his lips slightly. It was obvious what he intended and Mike was so mixed up he had no idea how he was going to react. As Josh slowly mover his head towards Mike's, a small niggling thought clamoured for his attention. Mike inhaled and as Josh's scent hit his nose for a second time, a light bulb went on inside Mike's head.

Suddenly feeling in control of the situation again, he looked down at the young man in front of him and said "Greg?!" Josh paused and for a split-second a guilty look was on his face before it settled into a puzzled expression. The split second however was long enough for Mike, who simply repeated in a firm tone of voice, that brooked no argument "Greg."

Josh stepped back from Mike and looked at him "Damn , so close." he said, and grinned at Mike "So what gave me away, baby?"
Mike just looked at Josh in amazement, even though his guess had been right, he could still hardly believe it. "Holy Fuck Greg! How the fuck did you manage that?" he said gesturing at Josh's body.

"I told you I'd been working on a new compound at work." said Greg "Well this is one of the first suits we made." Mike nodded, understanding. His partner owned and ran an Movie F/X company. Greg had originally been an actor but had found the whole make-up process more interesting than being in front of the camera, eventually moving to that part of the business. Mike knew Greg had been working on a new make-up technique, but he'd never dreamed it would be good enough to allow his 40 year old black boyfriend pass as white 20 year old college kid. Mike reached out to pinch the skin on Josh's neck, expecting to feel it stretch like Greg's previous efforts.

Greg yelped "Hey, cut that out." he cried slapping Mike's hand away "The old stretch test won't work on these new suits, they bond to your skin too well to do that, and there's no seam either, since the stuff it's made out of self-seals."

Mike looked at Josh standing in front of him. Even though he now knew for sure it was Greg standing there inside Josh's form it was hard to believe. Now it was his turn to run his hands over Josh's chest, feeling for any tell tale signs, but there were none.

Greg turned on the horny act again as Mike ran his hands over him, moaning gently, pinching his nipples and biting his lip.

"Cut it out!" said Mike, slapping Greg's hands down.

"Spoilsport" said Greg with a smile "So you still haven't told me. What gave me away?"

"There was just a hint of latex rubber when you came in close, and since I couldn't think of any reason why Josh should smell like my kinky boyfriend's favourite cat-suit, let alone be acting like a cat on heat, I made an educated guess."

"Damn, I was sure that A&F shit would cover the smell up." muttered Greg "Oh well back to the drawing board on that one."

"So what was the point of this little game?" asked Mike, gesturing at Greg

"Well I wanted to show off my new invention" he said, doing a twirl for Mike, "I wanted an afternoon's kinky sex with my boyfriend." he continued moving in close to Mike again "and of course, most important of all," he said, dropping to his knees in front of Mike and opening Mike's zipper "I wanted to fuck with your mind as well as your body." he finished, freeing Mike's cock.

Mike braced himself on the counter and let Greg get to work. After 15 years together, he's thought he'd encountered all of Greg's little tricks, this wasn't even the first time Greg had worn a disguise to seduce him, although it was far and away the best. But his boyfriend could still surprise him. He let himself enjoy the expert blow job Greg was giving him and went along for the ride, closing his eyes.

And was still in that position, coming close to climax, when he heard a metallic thud. He opened his eyes and saw Greg standing in the hallway, a can of paint on the floor beside him and a look of betrayal on his face as he took in the scene in front of him. It was of course just at that moment that he came and as Josh pulled back with a smirk on his face, Mike shot his load over Josh's chest. There was a stunned silence...