Jake could do this job in his sleep. Hell, he had done it in his sleep a time or two. Boss frowned on that though.
Still, it was deep into the dog days of August, near the end of the season really, and he was doing it all by rote. Get the people off the wheel, take tickets of the folks going on, make sure they were strapped in, move the wheel around fifteen degrees and repeat. Once they'd all changed out there wasn't even that to do, just wait for the timer to go off while the wheel spun.
He didn't even really hear the music anymore, or the way it competed with the scary music coming from the haunted house or the pop crap coming off the tilt-a-whirl. Just one big buzz.
Yep, by the end of August he was pretty fucking tired of this job. Funny how he always forgot what the last month, month and a half was like in April when he was all eager to get on the road at the start of summer fair season.
He was so busy half-dozing and working on his grouch that he almost missed the blond who got on by himself. His prick noticed though, perking up right nice.
Tall, probably just over six feet, with broad shoulders and a wide chest just made for biting. Looked strong, but not like some guy who lived in the gym; just broad and hard, like he worked a lot. Which made sense, figuring that this particular small town was just the middle of farm country. Looked young though, probably not even twenty.
Blue jeans and a tight t-shirt, and why the hell was this guy alone?
He took his own t-shirt off and wiped his face down and then went and helped the guy put the bar down, making sure it was locked in place. "Don't want you falling out," he said, giving the kid a hungry grin.
Fuck, it was a hot one as it was today, but it felt like the temperature had just skyrocketed.
The kid gave him a strange look, sort of confused, and nodded. "Thanks."
Ah well, he had another hour on his shift anyway. He loaded the rest of the cars and then sent the wheel on its run.
He was paying more attention now though, watching the kid every time he was in sight. The more he watched the more he thought it was a shame the blond hadn't seemed more interested. Of course, buggery was usually more frowned on in the small towns and farm communities.
When it came time to switch out the riders, he kept the kid's car for last.
This time, when he unlocked the bar and smiled he got a shy grin in return. "Thanks. Didn’t fall out, so I guess you can count that as a success. If I go around again will you make sure it’s just as safe?"
"Sure thing -- safety's my middle name. First is Jake." He gave the kid a wink.
The kid blushed. Fucking blushed. But he offered his hand and said, "Lindsey. Or Linds, whichever."
"Hey, Linds. Hold up a sec there, eh?" He nodded back to where the crank was and helped a lady and her two rugrats in. He set the wheel in motion. "I get off in an hour," he told Linds, leaning in. The kid was just a hair or two taller than him. "We could meet by the ball toss booth."
Linds gave him another weird look, then a slow once over. "We could," he agreed slowly. "You wanna toss balls?" Linds was grinning again, but there was heat in his eyes. Blue-green eyes. Strange color, but they had laughter in them, and if Jake wasn’t completely off the mark, a healthy dose of lust.
"I can think of better things to do with 'em but toss." He grinned at the kid, let his own lust show through, trying not to feel like a fucking dirty old man. He wasn't ancient or anything, but if he wasn't ten years older and a hundred years more experienced than Linds, he'd eat his hat. "An hour."
"Meet you there," Linds said, walking away and not looking back. Nice tight butt, too.
Well, there was nothing like a raging hard-on to make an hour crawl by slower than molasses in January. On top of that, Jimmy was almost ten minutes late coming to relieve him. He didn't stay to tell the asshole off though, just bee-lined for the ball toss, hoping the kid hadn't bailed.
He was there, eating blue cotton candy and not looking really pissed off, just leaning on the side edge of the game, looking around. When he saw Jake heading towards him Linds smiled, his eyes doing another inspection. The grin grew.
Oh, this was going to be fun. It had been too long since he'd gotten his rocks off any way but solo.
He grabbed a bit of the kid's cotton candy, making a show of eating it. "You got more you wanna see here, or do you want to check out the back forty -- it's the best place to see the whole fair at once."
Linds was still watching his mouth. "Huh? Oh, I’ve been here for hours -- seen it all. I’m good for a walk." Linds finished off the candy and tossed the bag into the nearest bin as they walked away from the ball toss. "Sticky," he said, licking off his fingers.
Oh fuck, the kid was making him feel like the virgin here, ready to pop off with barely any provocation.