Still Hotter Than Hell

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  Copyright© 2014 Berengaria Brown

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-985-1

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: JS Cook

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  STILL HOTTER THAN HELL

  Spicy Love, 2

  Berengaria Brown

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Enre really enjoyed social Friday. Once every three months all the staff at the botanic garden where he and his lover Kalman were employed, finished work early on Friday and the Head of Horticulture, James Jewel, sent out for pizza. This was the first social Friday since he and Kalman had been an item. Normally they were both quite careful not to touch each other at work, but right now they were sitting together, squashed into a corner of a sofa in the break room, eating pizza. Enre was so happy he could burst.

  The noise level was loud with forty people in a room meant to hold twenty, but Enre liked loud. He liked fast and hard as well, and with Kalman, he’d found someone who might try to slow him down, but who wasn’t frightened away by all the fast, hard, and loud things that made up Enre’s life.

  Enre thought he had slowed down some. Kalman’s advice was wise and he did try to pay attention to it. Not that he was completely successful. People had been telling him all his life that his flame-red hair had fried his brain. Likely they were right.

  “Hey, Enre. Have you got another one of those brochure thing-a-ma-what-nots to sponsor a kid to go to school overseas? My mother-in-law insists she doesn’t need anything for her birthday, but I know I’ll be in trouble if I don’t give her a present. So I thought I’d sponsor a kid in her name.”

  “You will? You want to? They’re in my car. I’ll go get one right now.” Enre jumped to his feet and raced out of the break room. He couldn’t believe someone was going to sponsor a child. He’d tried and tried to get his coworkers interested in what was happening overseas, and it always seemed to him that no one cared. Excerpt him. And Kalman. But now Delwynne was going to sponsor a child to go to school as well. Awesome!

  He hurried to the staff parking lot and popped the trunk of his car, riffling through a cardboard box there where he had advertising brochures about dozens of different charities and needs for people overseas. Every night it seemed like he hauled more brochures out of his mailbox and signed petitions online, but it was often the only thing he could do to help other people. And it did help. He regularly received emails where a petition had been successful. Of course, for every success there were a dozen failures, but still, as long as someone somewhere was being helped, he felt like his efforts weren’t completely in vain.

  He found the child sponsorship catalogues and snatched up one, then realized he had two. Instead of putting the spare one back, he held on to it, thinking he’d leave it in the break room. Hell, he’d been successful once, maybe he’d get lucky again.

  He handed one brochure to Delwynne, and then picked up two more slices of pizza before returning to Kalman, and offering one to him.

  “You were right,” he said.

  “Hmm?”

  Kalman’s mouth was full of pizza but his raised eyebrow asked the question anyway. Enre patted his thigh with the hand not holding the pizza. “You said to quit bugging people and just leave the brochures on the table in the break room. And it worked. Even if Delwynne is only doing it because she can’t think of anything better to buy her mother-in-law, it’s still a win for some little kid.”

  “Patience. Letting people make their own decisions in their own time, and educating them. It works.”

  “Absolutely. Thanks, Kalman.”

  “You can thank me properly later.”

  ****

  Now that Kalman spent so much of his free time with Enre it seemed silly for them to have their own apartments. Mentally he’d decided that this weekend would be a good time for them to talk about moving in together. If Enre wanted to stay in his own apartment, or if perhaps the lease arrangements were too difficult or expensive to break, he was okay with moving in there, but his own apartment was larger and much better organized for more than one person. Kalman liked to cook, and that meant he needed storage space in the kitchen and decent equipment, all of which his apartment had.

  Kalman had chosen where he lived quite carefully. It wasn’t too far from the botanic gardens where they worked, and was well maintained in a reasonable neighborhood where cars were safe in the apartment parking lot. But the neighborhood where Enre lived seemed fine as well. So while he’d prefer staying in his own apartment, if Enre wanted him to move, he would.

  Or they could even both shift into a completely new place. Somewhere they chose specifically to be their joint home. He was fine with that idea as well. So, this weekend they could talk about it.

  Kalman drove home and parked in his reserved parking space. That was something he’d need to do if Enre did move. Get him his own parking space. At the moment he had a visitor’s card which was helpful, but sometimes all the spaces were taken which was a problem as he had to go looking for somewhere to park on the street. Being assured of always having his own reserved parking space would be much better. Another advantage of living together would be that often they’d be able to travel to and from work together, only using one car.

  The real advantage, of course, was being able to spend every night in each other’s arms. Kalman was so looking forward to that. They didn’t even have to fuck if neither of them wanted to. Just being together, knowing no one had to rush home for a shower or change of clothing, would be so much better than how everything was right now.

  Kalman grinned as he checked his mailbox and then pressed the button for the elevator. Enre had a tendency to race off to work in the morning without stopping to check what the day might bring. As a consequence, he kept spare boots, spare shirts, spare jackets and sweaters, all piled in the trunk of his car. Kalman had all his appointments in his cell phone. Two seconds checking in the morning and he knew what he needed to pack or bring with him for the day.

  But blasting off in strange directions was part of the charm of Enre. He was like a rocket at a Fourth of July party. Bound to explode sooner or later, it was just that no one could accurately predict where he might end up.

  Kalman loved that about his red-headed Mr. Paprika. He sure as hell put the spice back into Kalman’s life. Kalman just hoped that he’d managed to exert some small calming effect on the man he loved. He hated it when people brushed Enre off as an over-excitable child. Or worse still, some kind of socially inept person. Sure, Enre could act first and forget to think beforehand, but his heart was as big as the entire world. Enre had an unshakeable belief that the world ought to be fair to everyone. Which it clearly wasn’t.

  But Kalman thought Enre was gradually absorbing the idea that to right the wrongs in the world took a slow process of educating people to actually see the inequalities and the problems. Far too few people were like Mr. Paprika, and born with an innate ability to demand a fair go for everyone. Because only when a person accepted that it wasn’t really a good thing to send young children out to work, instead of letting them attend school, would they be prepared to get involved. Maybe even send a poor child to school themselves. Like Delwynne was going to d
o.

  However, right now Kalman wanted to focus on their romance, their future together, rather than social justice. He wanted to think about holding Enre’s pale body in his arms in bed, and stroking his long thick cock, drawing it out of its nest of bright red curls until they were both desperate for Enre to fuck Kalman.

  Kalman was gradually teaching Enre to stop and appreciate the sight of his olive skin beside Enre’s fairness. His chocolate brown hair against the gleaming red of Enre’s. His more muscular, sturdier body against Enre’s leaner length.

  Then there were scents and sounds to appreciate as well. Enre was in such a hurry to reach orgasm he missed the fun of the journey. Kalman was doing his best to teach Enre all about the joys of taking things slowly and stopping to smell the scents of each other, the fragrances in their hair, their skin, even in their sweat, and their cum, before blasting off into release.

  He looked forward to a long time ahead with both of them working together to finally make the message stick. Although sometimes fast and furious could be a hell of a lot of fun as well. He wasn’t going to deny that.

  When he arrived in his apartment, he changed out of his work clothing and dressed in clean jeans, and then got out a large bowl and some popping corn. It’d be nice to spend the evening watching a movie, cuddled up on the couch together.

  He checked the refrigerator for beer, noticing he really needed to buy some more this weekend, and then put a bag of popping corn into the microwave. Enre should be here soon and then their weekend would really start.

  Just then there was a thump on the apartment door. Smiling, Kalman hurried to open the door to Enre. Instead, all that was there was a large suitcase. Kalman blinked. Why had Enre brought an entire suitcase with him for the weekend? They wouldn’t need many clothes. Hell, they’d likely spend most of the time in the apartment, if not in bed. A clean pair of jeans and some underwear should be more than enough.

  The elevator dinged and he looked down the hallway. Enre was there, his arms piled high with a couple of cardboard boxes and a black trash bag teetering on the top of the stack. Kalman held the door open with his foot, and reached out to catch the trash bag before it fell.

  “I told the manager at my apartment I was happy to accept his offer to leave early before my contract is up, so I thought I’d start bringing my things here right away. Aren’t you pleased? Now we can really be together.”

  Chapter Two

  Enre dumped the boxes and flung himself into Kalman’s arms. He couldn’t wait for them to be living together properly. All this backward and forward business between their apartments was driving him crazy. Well, he’d solved that problem. Another few trips with his car full of gear, and he’d be moved in.

  Ever since that time at the botanical garden when they’d worked alone together all day nowhere near anyone else, Enre had been certain he and Kalman were destined to be together. Kalman was good for him. Around Kalman, Enre could be less tense and less stressed, more able to stop and think before jumping in. Kalman described himself as chives, a plant that protected other plants by keeping the bugs away.

  He protected Enre, too, by helping him to be calm enough to explain what he wanted instead of being too excitable.

  Kalman called him Paprika and kept saying a small amount at a time was wonderful, but too much too fast overwhelmed the meal being cooked. Enre had started to try not to overwhelm the people around him. He admitted he had a way to go yet, but he thought he’d made some decent progress.

  Once they were living together he knew Kalman’s soothing calmness would help him improve even further. Not to mention the delights of cuddling up together on the sofa or in bed instead of one or another of them always having to go home and them spending far too much time apart. Now they’d be together every night.

  He dumped his boxes of possessions on the floor, turned and threw himself into Kalman’s arms. “Aren’t you pleased? Now neither of us will ever have to climb out of bed and go home again.”

  “I am pleased. That’s wonderful. In fact, you must have read my mind. I thought we could talk about us living together this weekend.”

  “No need to talk about it. I’ve done it.”

  Enre let Kalman guide him into the kitchen. The microwave oven was beeping.

  “What did you cook? We already ate pizza at work.”

  “I thought we might watch a movie so I made popcorn. But that’s okay. We can sit here and talk as we eat it.”

  “What’s to talk about? I like eating popcorn. I like eating anything you cook. You’re an amazing chef, Kalman. But I like going to bed with you even better.”

  “Going to bed with you is one of my favorite things, too. But first, tell me about the timeline for you moving in here. How fast do we need to work?”

  “What do you mean timeline? I’m here now.”

  Kalman pushed the bowl of popcorn over to him and Enre took a handful hungrily. Damn, it smelled good. But everything Kalman made was delicious. His lover had an affinity for foods that brought out the best flavors in them all.

  “When does your lease end? When do you have to have the apartment cleaned out by, and return the key? That sort of thing.”

  “Oh. I didn’t ask about that. The management sent around a letter saying they had a waiting list of people wanting to move in to the apartment block and there’d be no fee for leaving before our lease was up if we took up this offer, so I went straight downstairs and said I’d leave.”

  “But what about the paperwork?”

  Enre stared at Kalman as he chewed his mouthful of popcorn. He swallowed and said, “Paperwork? I suppose they’ll put that in my mailbox. So what?”

  Kalman shook his head at him. “It was smart of you to accept their offer quickly since it’s what we both want to have happen. But you do need to actually read the paperwork. There’ll be deadlines when you have to move all your things out, rules about getting the apartment cleaned, all sorts of things. You don’t want to lose your deposit do you?”

  “No. I guess I’d better read that stuff then. But that’s okay. I’ll drop by after work on Monday, pick up another car load of stuff to bring here, and check my mailbox then.”

  Enre stared. Kalman was shaking his head at him. “Now what?”

  “The weekend is really the only time we have to move you out, far less clean your apartment thoroughly enough to get your deposit back. They’ll expect your windows to be washed and all sorts of things. Besides, with both our cars, we can take twice as much luggage in each trip. But we also need to read that paperwork carefully to ensure you’re getting a fair deal before you sign anything. Instead of watching movies this weekend, I expect it’ll take all our time to move you in here.”

  “Well, fuck. That’s not what I planned on doing this weekend. Oh well, at least we’ve got tonight. We’d better go to bed now and not waste anymore time.”

  Enre wiped his fingers on the thighs of his jeans and jumped up. Suddenly he couldn’t wait another second to slam his dick inside Kalman’s sexy ass.

  “Always in such a hurry.” Kalman sighed, but he was smiling as well. Enre knew Kalman wanted him as much as he wanted Kalman.

  ****

  Kalman had to hide his laughter at Enre’s typical response to a call for action. He’d done the correct thing to find out about leaving his apartment, but it would have been too bad if it wasn’t what Kalman wanted as well. They hadn’t talked about it at all. Secondly, he’d raced over here without waiting for the paperwork. Again, it would be too bad if he had to move out inside a set time limit. By the end of the weekend for example.

  It’s just as well I love my Mr. Paprika so much. The need to stop and think before acting still hasn’t quite penetrated his brain.

  Kalman pulled the blankets down, rolling them neatly at the foot of the bed, so they could be pulled up again later with minimal difficulty. Then he slid onto bed, lying on his back and watching Enre collect the lube and condoms from the nightstand drawer and lay them out rea
dy on the top of the nightstand.

  That was something else he’d been thinking about. Getting their health certificates and being free not to need condoms anymore. Once they were living together it was the natural next step. He couldn’t wait until he felt Enre’s naked cock deep inside his ass. The sheathed version felt mighty fine, but he knew that bareback would be even better.

  Enre, his very own firecracker, was a damn fine-looking man. His body wasn’t as broad and muscular as Kalman’s, but Enre’s leaner muscles were clearly defined under his pale skin. The bright red hair surrounding his long, thick cock proved the hair on his head really was naturally that traffic-light-red. And his blue veins were clearly visible through his almost translucent skin. That was particularly erotic with his dick, and Kalman watched the long vein pulse with power. Power that would soon erupt deep inside his ass.

  Enre crawled between Kalman’s legs and Kalman settled his feet on Enre’s shoulders so Enre could prepare his ass. They made love so often it no longer took a long time. Enre’s deft, slippery fingers slid inside Kalman’s ass, massaging the walls and stretching the opening. Kalman distracted Enre by leaning forward to kiss him. He began with a gentle touch of his lips, then inserted his tongue in an exploratory fashion, tasting the popcorn on Enre’s lips and the roof of his mouth. But like everything that happened with Mr. Paprika, the kiss soon spiraled completely out of control, until they broke apart panting for breath.

  The chemistry between them was amazing. One touch and Kalman’s body lit up with desire. It was damn hard to try to teach Enre to go slowly, when Enre’s hands on his own body had his own brain screaming, “More, faster.”

  He leaned forward, sucked his index finger into his mouth, wetting it, and slowly trailed the damp digit down Enre’s sternum. When Enre shivered with lust, his hazel eyes glazing over and the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips, Kalman sucked his finger again, and repeated his actions. This time, he circled both of Enre’s nipples, one after the other, and then, keeping his gaze on Enre’s face, pinched a nipple, stretching the little bud until it was as hard as a diamond.