Fleeting Encounters EP 6: The Handyman (P1) (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

I was so useless at anything DIY. I always tried but it made things way worse. I once tried to fix a pipe that was leaking in my bathroom and just ended up flooding my bathroom, and the flat below mine.

So now I tried to find a professional every time. The problem was they wanted to make conversation, and not to stereotype all labourers but they were often straight masculine guys who want to chat football and women. And I had nothing to offer. Wasn’t interested in either. I had found one guy I liked; he turned up, did the work and left. He was pleasant and we had some basic chat about the weather, but I got the sense he wasn’t interested in making conversation and I wasn’t either, so that was great.

But one day I tried to book him to put up some paintings I had recently bought, and he messaged to say he had now moved so wasn’t able to help anymore. But he recommended another local guy. I was disappointed he had gone, but at least he had been kind enough to recommend someone to help instead. And surely, he would be the same, do the job and leave.

So, I text Nick, the new handyman, saying I had been recommended him and asking if he was free to put up some pictures. I got a quick reply to say he was free Saturday and sending a quote, it was very fair. I booked Nick for Saturday to come and put up my pictures.

Saturday came round and at one on the dot the doorbell rang. I went to answer the door and was greeted by an incredibly handsome man, Nick.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

There had been a few handymen who I had thought were cute of course, but I had always stayed professional. I didn’t want to be pervy over these guys just trying to do their job, but fuck Nick was something else. He had short dark hair, a chiselled face, and a rugged and fit body that comes from having a manual job. He also had a killer smile that made me stop breathing for a second when I opened the door. He wasn’t classically handsome as such, but he had this rugged charm that made your heart skip a beat. Even I know how cheesy that sounds but seriously, I had a crush.

“Hi. Hello, handyman? Sorry I mean, you are here as the handyman?” I stammered sounding like an idiot, I’m sure.

He graciously laughed.

“I’m Nick yeah. You are Chris?” He said.

“Yes, hi. Thanks for coming” I managed to say back. “Come in” I said as I stepped to the side to let him into my flat.

He was carrying a large bag, his tool bag, I guess. And wearing a white tank top and jeans. They cupped his ass so well I couldn’t help but look as he walked past.

We headed up to my bedroom where I needed the pictures put up. Only know I was starting to feel self-conscious that it was my bedroom, and also the pictures were kind of risqué.

“Can I get you a tea or coffee or water?” I asked.

Or suck your cock…I thought.

“Tea would be smashing thanks” he replied flashing that megawatt smile at me. “But first do you wanna talk through what you want from me?” He said looking serious.

What I want from him? My mind went to some very horny places for a second before I realised, he was obviously taking about the work I had brought him over to do.

“Oh, I just need some pictures putting up. I can show you?” I replied.

I brought out all the pictures I was wanting to have put up. Before booking him, I had kind of forgotten that a couple were a bit racy, the other guy was very chill about me being gay, but I didn’t know about this guy. If he wasn’t sure I was gay me asking him to put up some arty pictures of men having gay sex was going to make him sure.

But he didn’t make any comment, just said great and got going.

I went to make tea for him.

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When I had finished the teas I came back, and he was already well into the job. He had marked out where they were going to go and was putting in the first nails.

“Here you go” I said handing him a tea.

“Cheers” he said, taking a sip.

“Nice pictures” he said smiling.

“Umm yep, been meaning to put them up for a while. Or get them put up I should say, I am rubbish at DIY” I replied.

“Well, I’m glad you are, more work for me” he said and chuckled.

I smiled too. He was actually really easy to talk to.

“Is that two guys fucking?” He says matter of factly.

I nearly spat out my tea.

“Um, well, yes. It’s just done in a more abstract way” I replied.

“Thought so. Nice” he said.

Nice? Did he like it? Is he gay?

He got back to work so I left him to it.

I busied myself elsewhere in the house, not too long later I heard him calling for me.

I headed back to the bedroom and saw that all the pictures were up, they looked great.

“Oh wow, thanks so much! It looks really good” I said.

“Glad you like, they’re looking nice” he replied, “was a fun thing to be looking at while I worked.”

He was looking straight at me.

Fuck.

Was he hitting on me?

“Oh good, thought the bedroom was a good place for it” I replied.

“You know I get hit on a lot in this job, but being asked to put up sexy pictures is a unique way of doing it” he said, looking straight at me.

I got flustered.

“I wasn’t hitting on you! I’m so sorry didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I…” I stumbled.

“I’m not uncomfortable. The people who hit on me aren’t normally as cute as you” he said.

He took a step closer.

“So do you just look at these pictures or do you like to recreate them sometimes?” He asked.

He took another step closer.

Oh my god is this about to happen. I feel like I’m in a porn, and I’m so up for it. This guy is fucking hot.

“I…” I tried to say something, but I was struggling to speak.

He smiled.

“Am I making you nervous?” He said, inches from my face.

“Yes” I replied honestly.

“Good” he said, “I’ve finished my work so now it’s your turn.”

Then he started undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

This was really happening.