Tempted By Him: A BL collection of romantic stories

I wiped the counter for the third time in five minutes, glancing at the clock. 7:12. Right on schedule. My heart did that stupid little flip it always did, even though I told myself every damn day to chill. I was Noah, resident flirt and head barista at Bean Haven. At exactly 7:15, the bell above the door jingled. There he was. Elias. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jawline and those piercing gray eyes. He never smiled. Never said more than the absolute minimum. But fuck if that didn't make me want to crack him open. "Morning," I said, already reaching for the largest cup. "The usual?" He gave a nod, pulling out his wallet. I leaned on the counter a little, flashing my best grin. "Rough night? You look like you could use something stronger than black coffee. Maybe a shot of espresso in there? Or I could whip up one of those secret menu things. My treat if you tell me your name's not actually 'Grumpy McSilent'." His gray eyes flicked up to mine. For a split second, something almost

The next evening I closed up alone again, but this time I knew he’d show. Elias had texted me earlier. Just two words: Stay late. My stomach had been in knots since. The bell jingled at 8:45. He stepped in, “Elias,” I said as I locked the door behind him. “You came.” He crossed the space in three strides, cupped my face, and kissed me like he’d been starving for it all day. “Fuck, Noah,” he growled against my mouth, walking me backward until my ass hit the espresso counter. “Been thinking about you bent over this thing since last night.” “Yeah?” I gasped, tugging at his coat until it hit the floor. My fingers worked his shirt buttons open fast. “Then do it. I’ve been half-hard all shift imagining your cock splitting me open again.” His hands were everywhere, squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples, grabbing my already leaking cock through my jeans. “Get these off,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding. That tone sent shivers straight down my spine. I shoved my jeans and boxers

In the morning, I woke up sore in all the best ways. Damien’s arm was still locked around my waist like he owned me even in his sleep.I let myself enjoy the warmth of his body pressed against my back before reality hit. Wedding day. Guests. Photos. His wife… waiting downstairs.“Morning,” he rumbled, voice rough with sleep as his hand slid down to squeeze my ass. “Don’t even think about sneaking out.”I turned in his arms, grinning despite the chaos ahead. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Mr. Possessive. But I have to shoot your wedding in two hours. Try not to look too fucked-out in the pictures.”Damien’s dark eyes gleamed as he rolled me under him, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. “You’ll be the one looking wrecked if I have my way.” He kissed me hard, grinding his hardened cock against my thigh. “Meet me in the east hallway during the rehearsal. I’m not waiting until tonight.”“Bold,” I breathed, arching up into him. “What if someone sees?”“Then they’ll know who you belong t

Lucas povI pushed open the front door, dropping my duffel bag in the hallway and kicked off my shoes. It was summer break. Finally.“Lucas! You’re back!” Mom’s voice called from the kitchen, but before I could answer, another voice cut in.“Hey, stranger.”I froze mid-step. That low, lazy drawl. I knew it too well.Ethan stepped out of the living room, shirtless, a glass of water in one hand. His dark hair was messy like he’d just rolled out of bed, and the muscles in his chest and abs flexed as he leaned against the doorframe. Two years of college football had turned the boy I remembered into this. Broad shoulders, defined V-lines disappearing under low-slung gray sweatpants, and that damn smirk.My throat went dry. “Ethan. What are you doing here?”“Your brother invited me to crash for a couple weeks. His place is getting renovated, and I didn’t feel like driving back home.” He took a slow sip of water, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes dragged over me. “You

Riley's povThe blizzard hit like a fucking freight train. One minute we were yelling at each other across the ice after practice, the next the wind was howling so loud it drowned out everything.Coach had already bailed, and the rest of the team scattered. Me and Jax… Captain Fucking Perfect, were the only idiots left packing up gear in the rink’s back storage room.“Great, just great,” I muttered, shoving my helmet into my bag. “Stuck with you.”Jax zipped his duffel and shot me that cocky grin, “You say that like it’s my fault, Riley. You’re the one who kept running your mouth on the ice. Should’ve just admitted I owned your ass out there.”“Owned? Dream on.” I laughed, but it came out tight. The lights flickered once, twice, then died completely, emergency reds kicked in.Jax walked over to the small window and peered out. “Shit. Roads are gone. We’re not driving in that.”I checked my phone. No signal. Perfect. “So what, we just wait it out here? With all this dusty shit?” The ro