Bellhop Service

By Sean Michael

Jimmy grabbed Mr. Williams’ bags and took them out to the man's big black SUV. Like in the movies. The bad guys already drove a vehicle like that. Mr. Williams was a nice guy, though.

He collected his tip and wished Mr. Williams a safe trip home before heading back into the lodge. The sky was really blue today, sun shining brightly. Cool enough to freeze his ass off, too, his breath freezing on his eyelashes.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and went in the employee’s entrance. He had a break coming and he'd been smelling cookies all morning long. He hoped they were white chocolate chunk.

Those were his favorites.

He hung his jacket on one of the hooks and headed for the big kitchen at the back. It smelled even better once he went in; there was bread baking as well as the cookies.

Chef Sandy was holding court at the staff table, the little red-head going over the day's menu with the other cooks and the servers.

Jimmy tried to be inconspicuous as he went over to where the cookies were cooling in their trays. There were times he wished he wasn't six feet four.

There was a grease-covered man, standing over by the stove, working on the vent-a-hood.

He snagged a handful of cookies -- white chocolate chunk and double chocolate, score! -- and ladled himself a mug of hot chocolate from the ever-present pot. "Want a cookie?" he asked the greased up guy.

"Dude, I so would. Put it in my mouth for me? My hands are filthy."

"Sure." He held one of the double chocolate cookies up to the guy's mouth, shoving it in. "So you're the new handyman, huh?"

"Yep. Cameron Mills." Well, it sounded more like 'cam'n ills.'

"I'm Jimmy Maloney. I'd shake your hand, but it's kind of ick." He bit into one of the white chocolate cookies. Oh, man. Sandy was the best cook ever.

Cameron chuckled, leaning under the vent-a-hood and banging away.

Jimmy watched, munching cookies and drinking the best hot chocolate in the area. Cameron had a really nice ass.

"Are you going to be able to fix it, man?" Sandy wandered over, smiled at him, and then looked at Cameron. "There's a huge party tomorrow. I need that fixed."

"I'll fix it. It's easy. I swear."

"Oh, party!" Jimmy bounced for a minute before he realized he was probably going to be working all day on set-up.

"Not a staff party. A wedding. Yay." Sandy looked so enthused.

He did bounce then. "I like weddings. I like seeing people be so happy."

"You're a sweetheart, aren't you? Hand me that crescent wrench."

He found the one that sort of had a crescent shape at the top and handed it over. "This one?"

"You're a dear. Thanks, honey." Man, he liked Cameron's voice -- a little country, a little husky.

"You want another cookie, Cameron?" He had one white chocolate chunk one left, but he could give it to Cameron; he'd had four.

"Sure, if there's enough. If not, no big." Warm dark eyes smiled over at him from the square, tanned face.

He checked to make sure Sandy was out of earshot and then leaned in. "I can also sneak a few more."

"Oh, you're a wicked one."

Oh, man. That was sort of hot, in a oh-fuck-me-now hot sort of way.

"Sometimes." He popped the cookie in Cameron's mouth and that was kind of hot now, too.

Of course, the growing bulge in those tight jeans was even hotter.

Jimmy found himself staring and he couldn't seem to stop until he realized that was pretty rude, so he snapped his eyes up to Cameron's face, cheeks flaming.

Cameron chuckled softly, gave him a half-grin. "When do you get off, honey?"

His cheeks were still blazing, but he couldn't help but grin back. "Not 'til four o'clock." He worked the early shift, dragging bags out for folks checking out, helping to set up for the days events, whatever.

"I'm off at five-thirty. You want to share a beer?"

Was that, like, an offer for more?

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