Thanks for the welcome back.
I'm hard at work on finishing up Only In His Dreams. I submitted the cover request to Amber Quill and later in December I hope to have a release date for it in 2010.
After that I will be working like a fiend on one of my previous works in progress. The due date for it will be coming up before I know it.
Hope everyone had a fabulous holiday (for those who celebrate) and a great weekend. I had a nice time myself but it's always nice to be home.
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Thanksgiving At Long Last, the Conclusion
“Okay, so why did you want to see me in the kitchen?” Jack asked Preston a little while later. He took out the cork of a partially opened bottle of white wine and poured himself a glass.
Preston smiled, his stomach tightening with excitement. He looked at the picture he held before handing it over to Jack. “Take a look.”
Jack studied the picture of a one-storey mission-style home over looking the Pacific Ocean. “Nice. Where is this?”
“Morro Bay.”
Jack glanced up. “You didn’t?”
“Oh, I most definitely did.” Preston grinned and poured himself a glass of wine. There was definitely something to celebrate. “It’s in escrow.”
“Wow. Have you told Scotty?”
“Not yet. I’ve been doing everything very James Bond-like. I want it to be a big surprise.”
“It will be. And a happy one. When do you plan on telling him?” Jack handed the picture back to him.
“I think it will wait for Christmas.”
Jack laughed. “Better you than me. There’s no way I could keep a secret that long from Wendy. She’d somehow wheedle it out of me. This is really great, Preston. I’m really happy. Have you got everything else worked out?”
“I’m getting there. Thanks to the approval from you and your father on opening an office in San Luis Obispo, things are moving along well. I found some office space there I think will work really well.”
“Great and then you’ll have to add staff. Maybe even hire another attorney for that office.” Jack shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re really doing it. Moving to Morro Bay and leaving the firm down here.”
“It’s all for Scott.”
“I know. I’m really glad. I hate to admit it, Preston, but I really had my doubts when you and Scotty first started seeing each other.”
Preston laughed. “You didn’t hate to admit it. You told me you wanted to kick my ass.”
Jack laughed too. “I know, but I mean even later, when you seemed to want to be with Scotty more openly, I still didn’t know if it would work. I’m pretty protective of my brother and I didn’t want you to hurt him.”
He couldn’t blame Jack. He would feel the same if the situation was reversed. And he could certainly understand the desire to protect Scott.
“I’d do anything for him,” he said quietly.
Jack smiled. “I know. I’m not worried anymore. I couldn’t ask for a better brother-in-law.” He lifted his glass. “To Scotty and Wendy.”
“To Scotty and Wendy.” Preston clinked glasses with his best friend and then took a sip of the slightly sweet Riesling.
“Hey, Pres,” Scott called from the other room.
“What?”
“There’s someone here to see you.”
Preston frowned and set his wine down on the kitchen counter. There shouldn’t be anyone else showing up at his house on Thanksgiving. All their guests had already arrived.
When he went into the living room it was still Scott’s parents and Wendy. Scott stood by the front door, looking outside. He had a rather goofy grin on his adorable face.
Preston went to the door and looked out. Getting out of an enormous SUV were his parents, his ex-wife, Marilyn, her new husband, Oscar, and his two children, Logan and Candace. His heart beat so fast he thought his chest just might explode. He tore his gaze from his family and looked at Scott. His Scott.
“Did you do this?” he managed to find his voice to ask.
Scott’s lips curved into his sexy, gentle smile. “Who else?”
“Daddy!” his daughter, Candace, yelled as she ran to him. She launched herself first at him and then at Scott.
“Hey, hey, slow down there, tiger.” Scott laughed. “Go on in.”
“Uncle Jack,” the girl exclaimed, barreling past them into the house.
Though, Preston eagerly took in the sight of all his family coming up the driveway to his house, he couldn’t help but watch his mother in particular. They hadn’t even talked since his officially coming out in the summer at Marilyn’s wedding. How Scott actually talked her into coming, he didn’t know.
Preston moved forward and out the door. He briefly rested his hand on top of his son’s head, but his son moved on rather quickly to his son’s favorite person in the whole world, Scott. Marilyn and Oscar could wait. They would understand. His father, too. He headed straight for his mother.
He opened his mouth to speak, but for a second he couldn’t get his voice to work. He tried again. “Happy Thanksgiving, Mom.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, son.” Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. She threw her arms around him and he held her close. Maybe too close, because she gasped just a bit, but he didn’t care.
Preston didn’t know how long he and his mother stood in the driveway holding each other, but eventually, he loosened his grip and looked around to notice that everyone had gone on into the house.
“Scott invited you?” He knew the answer, but he needed something to break the ice.
“Yes.” She nodded, and then reached for his hand, threading her fingers through his. “I should have called you and asked you to come on my own. Scotty contacted us first by email and then we talked on the phone.” She blew out a breath. “I still have my moments, but I hope you can forgive me. I acted terribly when-when you—”
“Told you I was gay,” he supplied for her.
“Yes. It was a big shock, Preston.” She squeezed his hand. “But you’re my son and I love you more than anything. And if this is what you’ve chosen, than I accept it.”
“Mom, it’s not a choice.”
“I know! I’ve been reading all about it,” she told him, rather enthusiastically. “Most likely you were born this way. I’ve even joined a support group for parents of gay, lesbian, and transgendered children.”
“Uh. You have?”
She nodded, smiling. “Well, we’d better join everyone else.”
They went into the house and Scott and Preston both got everyone drinks and settled into the living room.
Preston checked on the food to make sure everything was going okay and then he sought out his lover.
“Scott, can I see you in the bedroom for a moment?”
“Hey, can’t you two wait until everyone has left?” Jack asked laughing.
Scott laughed too, but he was bright red. “Ha ha. Sure.”
“All right, but it better just be a minute,” Jack called after them.
“Asshole,” Scott muttered as Preston dragged him through the door of their bedroom. He closed the door and slammed Scott against the wall, fusing his lips to Scott’s. “Mmm.” Scott’s arms came around Preston’s neck and he returned the kiss, sliding his tongue inside Preston’s mouth.
Preston groaned, really wishing for just a moment that they didn’t have a house full of guests, so he could bend Scott over right now. They did though, and so he finally tore his mouth away. He leaned his hands on either side of Scott’s head.
“I really do want to talk to you.”
Preston smiled, his stomach tightening with excitement. He looked at the picture he held before handing it over to Jack. “Take a look.”
Jack studied the picture of a one-storey mission-style home over looking the Pacific Ocean. “Nice. Where is this?”
“Morro Bay.”
Jack glanced up. “You didn’t?”
“Oh, I most definitely did.” Preston grinned and poured himself a glass of wine. There was definitely something to celebrate. “It’s in escrow.”
“Wow. Have you told Scotty?”
“Not yet. I’ve been doing everything very James Bond-like. I want it to be a big surprise.”
“It will be. And a happy one. When do you plan on telling him?” Jack handed the picture back to him.
“I think it will wait for Christmas.”
Jack laughed. “Better you than me. There’s no way I could keep a secret that long from Wendy. She’d somehow wheedle it out of me. This is really great, Preston. I’m really happy. Have you got everything else worked out?”
“I’m getting there. Thanks to the approval from you and your father on opening an office in San Luis Obispo, things are moving along well. I found some office space there I think will work really well.”
“Great and then you’ll have to add staff. Maybe even hire another attorney for that office.” Jack shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re really doing it. Moving to Morro Bay and leaving the firm down here.”
“It’s all for Scott.”
“I know. I’m really glad. I hate to admit it, Preston, but I really had my doubts when you and Scotty first started seeing each other.”
Preston laughed. “You didn’t hate to admit it. You told me you wanted to kick my ass.”
Jack laughed too. “I know, but I mean even later, when you seemed to want to be with Scotty more openly, I still didn’t know if it would work. I’m pretty protective of my brother and I didn’t want you to hurt him.”
He couldn’t blame Jack. He would feel the same if the situation was reversed. And he could certainly understand the desire to protect Scott.
“I’d do anything for him,” he said quietly.
Jack smiled. “I know. I’m not worried anymore. I couldn’t ask for a better brother-in-law.” He lifted his glass. “To Scotty and Wendy.”
“To Scotty and Wendy.” Preston clinked glasses with his best friend and then took a sip of the slightly sweet Riesling.
“Hey, Pres,” Scott called from the other room.
“What?”
“There’s someone here to see you.”
Preston frowned and set his wine down on the kitchen counter. There shouldn’t be anyone else showing up at his house on Thanksgiving. All their guests had already arrived.
When he went into the living room it was still Scott’s parents and Wendy. Scott stood by the front door, looking outside. He had a rather goofy grin on his adorable face.
Preston went to the door and looked out. Getting out of an enormous SUV were his parents, his ex-wife, Marilyn, her new husband, Oscar, and his two children, Logan and Candace. His heart beat so fast he thought his chest just might explode. He tore his gaze from his family and looked at Scott. His Scott.
“Did you do this?” he managed to find his voice to ask.
Scott’s lips curved into his sexy, gentle smile. “Who else?”
“Daddy!” his daughter, Candace, yelled as she ran to him. She launched herself first at him and then at Scott.
“Hey, hey, slow down there, tiger.” Scott laughed. “Go on in.”
“Uncle Jack,” the girl exclaimed, barreling past them into the house.
Though, Preston eagerly took in the sight of all his family coming up the driveway to his house, he couldn’t help but watch his mother in particular. They hadn’t even talked since his officially coming out in the summer at Marilyn’s wedding. How Scott actually talked her into coming, he didn’t know.
Preston moved forward and out the door. He briefly rested his hand on top of his son’s head, but his son moved on rather quickly to his son’s favorite person in the whole world, Scott. Marilyn and Oscar could wait. They would understand. His father, too. He headed straight for his mother.
He opened his mouth to speak, but for a second he couldn’t get his voice to work. He tried again. “Happy Thanksgiving, Mom.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, son.” Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. She threw her arms around him and he held her close. Maybe too close, because she gasped just a bit, but he didn’t care.
Preston didn’t know how long he and his mother stood in the driveway holding each other, but eventually, he loosened his grip and looked around to notice that everyone had gone on into the house.
“Scott invited you?” He knew the answer, but he needed something to break the ice.
“Yes.” She nodded, and then reached for his hand, threading her fingers through his. “I should have called you and asked you to come on my own. Scotty contacted us first by email and then we talked on the phone.” She blew out a breath. “I still have my moments, but I hope you can forgive me. I acted terribly when-when you—”
“Told you I was gay,” he supplied for her.
“Yes. It was a big shock, Preston.” She squeezed his hand. “But you’re my son and I love you more than anything. And if this is what you’ve chosen, than I accept it.”
“Mom, it’s not a choice.”
“I know! I’ve been reading all about it,” she told him, rather enthusiastically. “Most likely you were born this way. I’ve even joined a support group for parents of gay, lesbian, and transgendered children.”
“Uh. You have?”
She nodded, smiling. “Well, we’d better join everyone else.”
They went into the house and Scott and Preston both got everyone drinks and settled into the living room.
Preston checked on the food to make sure everything was going okay and then he sought out his lover.
“Scott, can I see you in the bedroom for a moment?”
“Hey, can’t you two wait until everyone has left?” Jack asked laughing.
Scott laughed too, but he was bright red. “Ha ha. Sure.”
“All right, but it better just be a minute,” Jack called after them.
“Asshole,” Scott muttered as Preston dragged him through the door of their bedroom. He closed the door and slammed Scott against the wall, fusing his lips to Scott’s. “Mmm.” Scott’s arms came around Preston’s neck and he returned the kiss, sliding his tongue inside Preston’s mouth.
Preston groaned, really wishing for just a moment that they didn’t have a house full of guests, so he could bend Scott over right now. They did though, and so he finally tore his mouth away. He leaned his hands on either side of Scott’s head.
“I really do want to talk to you.”
Scott nodded. “Okay.”
“First, thank you, for everything. Now I see why you insisted we buy so much food.”
“Well, I sure didn’t want to go back to the store for more food once you found out.” Scott leaned up a little to kiss Preston’s jaw. “Mmm. I wonder when they’ll leave.”
Preston laughed. “They just got here, baby. But there is something else.” Jack was right. He just couldn’t wait. He should have known. He pulled the picture of their Morro Bay house out of his back pocket and handed it to his lover.
“What is this?”
“Our house.”
Scott’s gaze met his. “Our…house?”
“Uh-huh. Our Morro Bay house.”
“You…are you saying…wait, what?”
Preston laughed and kissed him. He couldn’t resist, he looked so cute and flustered. “It’s still in escrow, Scott, but yes, it’s our house. We’re moving.”
“But, how can we? Isn’t that too far to drive?”
“Well, yeah, but not from my new office.”
“Your new office?”
“Trask and Reynolds are opening a new office in San Luis Obispo, which, isn’t far at all.”
“Oh, my God, I love you!” Scott drew Preston’s lips down to his and thoroughly kissed him. When they came up for air, Scott’s eyes were shining. “I can’t believe you did this. When can we move in?”
“Probably not until the new year. We’ve got to sell this place, do a few things here.” Preston kissed him again and then drew him into his arms. “But as soon as possible. I promise. And I love you, too. More than anything.”
“Some of us are hungry out here,” Jack said from the other side of the door.
Preston rolled his eyes. “I guess we’d better go back out there.”
“Thank you. This is the best thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
Preston held him tight. “You deserve nothing but the best, Scotty. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure all your dreams come true.”
“Just having you love me made my dreams come true.” Scott pulled back and gifted him with that sexy, gentle smile again. “Now this was the greatest damn Thanksgiving ever.”
Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans. And enjoy the rest of the week, everyone.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thanksgiving At Long Last , Part 1 of 2
Growing up, Thanksgiving had been Scott Trask's least favorite holiday. It was a day his father and brother, Jack, spent watching football while Scotty helped his mother get Thanksgiving dinner on the table.
He’d been jealous of Jack and his dad. Not that he wanted to watch football. He hated it. But he didn’t want to be stuck making a meal he didn’t like either. He had never gotten the appeal of turkey. He ate the side dishes and the deserts. Then when it came time to clean up, his older brother and dad had gone back to football.
“Oh, let them watch,” his mother would say and she would hand Scotty plates to take into the kitchen.
This year, at long last, Scotty looked forward to the holiday. For one thing it would be at the house he shared with Preston Reynolds and on their terms. And for another thing, the love of his life, Pres, had agreed, that while they would make the traditional turkey for all the guests they were having over, to make a pork loin for Scotty. That had made him look forward to the holiday for the first time in…well ever.
In the spirit of the holiday, Scotty dressed in jeans and pulled on a brown and orange striped sweater. He only hoped the day would be reasonably cool because he would hate to have to turn on the air on Thanksgiving just so he could wear festive colors.
Scotty ran a comb through his wet hair and studied himself in the mirror. This was going to be a big day for him and Pres. He wanted to be sure he looked good.
“Babe, Jack and Wendy are here,” Preston called to him from the other room.
Thank God. He’d asked his brother and his newly pregnant wife to be the first to arrive. He needed the reinforcements.
Scotty walked out of the bedroom and to the living room where Preston stood next to his tall blond brother and his pretty African American wife.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” he called to them both and then enveloped his sister-in-law into a big hug. “How are you feeling?”
“So far, so good,” Wendy replied. “I’ve been waiting for the morning sickness but so far nothing.”
“Maybe you’ll escape it. One can wish, huh?”
The doorbell rang and Scotty immediately tensed. He’d really be glad when this day was over. He felt bad for feeling the way he did though, so he forced a smile.
Preston opened the door to reveal Scotty’s parents. His mother handed a casserole dish to Preston and then bustled in straight to him, kissing him soundly.
“Hi sweetie. I brought your favorite yams.”
He smiled. “Things are looking up. Hey, mom.” He glanced at his father. “Hello, Mom’s husband.”
Jack choked on the sip of coke he had just taken and Preston actually laughed. His father turned a dull shade of red.
“Now, Scotty, really,” his mother admonished. “Behave. It’s Thanksgiving.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, Dad,” he said cheerfully. “What can I get you to drink?”
“I’ll have a coke, son.” His father glanced at the television, which was currently off. “Can we put on the game?”
“Sure, go ahead. I’ll get your coke. Mom?”
“I’d love a cup of tea.”
Scotty decided he could do this. Really. Now he just had to wait for the final guests to arrive. He only hoped things would go all right when they did.
He’d been jealous of Jack and his dad. Not that he wanted to watch football. He hated it. But he didn’t want to be stuck making a meal he didn’t like either. He had never gotten the appeal of turkey. He ate the side dishes and the deserts. Then when it came time to clean up, his older brother and dad had gone back to football.
“Oh, let them watch,” his mother would say and she would hand Scotty plates to take into the kitchen.
This year, at long last, Scotty looked forward to the holiday. For one thing it would be at the house he shared with Preston Reynolds and on their terms. And for another thing, the love of his life, Pres, had agreed, that while they would make the traditional turkey for all the guests they were having over, to make a pork loin for Scotty. That had made him look forward to the holiday for the first time in…well ever.
In the spirit of the holiday, Scotty dressed in jeans and pulled on a brown and orange striped sweater. He only hoped the day would be reasonably cool because he would hate to have to turn on the air on Thanksgiving just so he could wear festive colors.
Scotty ran a comb through his wet hair and studied himself in the mirror. This was going to be a big day for him and Pres. He wanted to be sure he looked good.
“Babe, Jack and Wendy are here,” Preston called to him from the other room.
Thank God. He’d asked his brother and his newly pregnant wife to be the first to arrive. He needed the reinforcements.
Scotty walked out of the bedroom and to the living room where Preston stood next to his tall blond brother and his pretty African American wife.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” he called to them both and then enveloped his sister-in-law into a big hug. “How are you feeling?”
“So far, so good,” Wendy replied. “I’ve been waiting for the morning sickness but so far nothing.”
“Maybe you’ll escape it. One can wish, huh?”
The doorbell rang and Scotty immediately tensed. He’d really be glad when this day was over. He felt bad for feeling the way he did though, so he forced a smile.
Preston opened the door to reveal Scotty’s parents. His mother handed a casserole dish to Preston and then bustled in straight to him, kissing him soundly.
“Hi sweetie. I brought your favorite yams.”
He smiled. “Things are looking up. Hey, mom.” He glanced at his father. “Hello, Mom’s husband.”
Jack choked on the sip of coke he had just taken and Preston actually laughed. His father turned a dull shade of red.
“Now, Scotty, really,” his mother admonished. “Behave. It’s Thanksgiving.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, Dad,” he said cheerfully. “What can I get you to drink?”
“I’ll have a coke, son.” His father glanced at the television, which was currently off. “Can we put on the game?”
“Sure, go ahead. I’ll get your coke. Mom?”
“I’d love a cup of tea.”
Scotty decided he could do this. Really. Now he just had to wait for the final guests to arrive. He only hoped things would go all right when they did.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wetting Your Whistle for Ticket to Ride
Jack’s face was so close to Chad’s he could feel his breath when he spoke. “You fainted.”
Chad’s mouth made an O and Jack’s gaze fell to the lush plump lips. As though he willed it or maybe God just wanted to torture him, Chad’s tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip. Jack’s cock sure appreciated it, rising and pressed against his briefs. He stifled a groan with effort.
“Sorry,” Chad said, very softly. “I have a tendency to have sort of panic attacks. I’ve hyperventilated before.” He smiled then, just a slight curving of the lips. “Not in a while though.”
“No doubt the stress.” Jack continued to stare, fascinated by those lips. Wanting to taste them as though they were a raspberry on a fruit tart. He swallowed, trying desperately to get the lust back under control. But damn it was hard with this man on a bed and Jack’s hands all over him.
Chad nodded. “Yeah, you have no idea.”
Jack lowered his lips until they were only one, maybe two inches from Chad’s. It still seemed too far. He could smell spearmint as though Chad had recently chewed a stick of gum. It turned him on more for some unfathomable reason.
The man’s lids lowered, and his lips puckered just a bit. An invitation if ever Jack saw one. He’d been a cop long enough to know that it was the baddest of bad ideas. His gut told him Chad hadn’t killed Mark Walters, but any involvement with even a potential suspect was taboo.
Still he grazed his lips over Chad’s in a light touch, a mere tease. A whisper of flesh against flesh. Definitely not enough. The second kiss lasted longer, but he didn’t apply much more pressure. It was like he was testing the waters. He couldn’t decide if he was drowning or dying of thirst.
Chad’s eyes opened, revealing the crystal blue. “Jack?”
His mouth slid over Chad’s. The man’s lips were soft, warm, moist. Incredible. His hand cupped Chad’s jaw, bringing their lips together firmly. A moan escaped Jack’s lips and he slipped his tongue inside Chad’s mouth. Somehow, and Jack was pretty sure it was his fault, his body ended up draped over Chad’s, crushing the slighter man into the mattress. He also knew the hard object pressing into Chad was not Jack’s gun and Jack was indeed glad to see him.
Chad barely allowed the intrusion of Jack’s tongue and he decided to take more. His thumb feathered along the man’s lower lip before going in to force Chad’s mouth open wider. Success! He sucked Chad’s elusive tongue into his own mouth. If anyone’s tongue had ever tasted so good, Jack hadn’t found them. He could easily become addicted.
The man he crushed into the bed whimpered and for just a breathless second Jack thought Chad would push at him to dislodge Jack from his body. Of course he would acquiesce. He was not a mindless brute, after all. Well, most of the time.
But to Jack’s happy delight, Chad’s long, pale fingers slid under Jack’s buttoned down shirt to caress the bare skin of his abdomen. His cock jumped so intensely Jack was surprised he hadn’t come right then.
Chad’s mouth made an O and Jack’s gaze fell to the lush plump lips. As though he willed it or maybe God just wanted to torture him, Chad’s tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip. Jack’s cock sure appreciated it, rising and pressed against his briefs. He stifled a groan with effort.
“Sorry,” Chad said, very softly. “I have a tendency to have sort of panic attacks. I’ve hyperventilated before.” He smiled then, just a slight curving of the lips. “Not in a while though.”
“No doubt the stress.” Jack continued to stare, fascinated by those lips. Wanting to taste them as though they were a raspberry on a fruit tart. He swallowed, trying desperately to get the lust back under control. But damn it was hard with this man on a bed and Jack’s hands all over him.
Chad nodded. “Yeah, you have no idea.”
Jack lowered his lips until they were only one, maybe two inches from Chad’s. It still seemed too far. He could smell spearmint as though Chad had recently chewed a stick of gum. It turned him on more for some unfathomable reason.
The man’s lids lowered, and his lips puckered just a bit. An invitation if ever Jack saw one. He’d been a cop long enough to know that it was the baddest of bad ideas. His gut told him Chad hadn’t killed Mark Walters, but any involvement with even a potential suspect was taboo.
Still he grazed his lips over Chad’s in a light touch, a mere tease. A whisper of flesh against flesh. Definitely not enough. The second kiss lasted longer, but he didn’t apply much more pressure. It was like he was testing the waters. He couldn’t decide if he was drowning or dying of thirst.
Chad’s eyes opened, revealing the crystal blue. “Jack?”
His mouth slid over Chad’s. The man’s lips were soft, warm, moist. Incredible. His hand cupped Chad’s jaw, bringing their lips together firmly. A moan escaped Jack’s lips and he slipped his tongue inside Chad’s mouth. Somehow, and Jack was pretty sure it was his fault, his body ended up draped over Chad’s, crushing the slighter man into the mattress. He also knew the hard object pressing into Chad was not Jack’s gun and Jack was indeed glad to see him.
Chad barely allowed the intrusion of Jack’s tongue and he decided to take more. His thumb feathered along the man’s lower lip before going in to force Chad’s mouth open wider. Success! He sucked Chad’s elusive tongue into his own mouth. If anyone’s tongue had ever tasted so good, Jack hadn’t found them. He could easily become addicted.
The man he crushed into the bed whimpered and for just a breathless second Jack thought Chad would push at him to dislodge Jack from his body. Of course he would acquiesce. He was not a mindless brute, after all. Well, most of the time.
But to Jack’s happy delight, Chad’s long, pale fingers slid under Jack’s buttoned down shirt to caress the bare skin of his abdomen. His cock jumped so intensely Jack was surprised he hadn’t come right then.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Most Likely to Have a Successful Holiday, Conclusion
Thomas packed turkey, gravy, potatoes, and cranberry sauce into a disposable container and looked down at Clark’s niece. “Anything else?”
Brittany nodded. “Pumpkin pie.”
“Oh, right, how could I forget?” He pulled out a clean container. “Pecan pie too?”
“Uh-huh.” Her pony-tail bobbed. “And apple too.”
“Thought you didn’t like apple?”
“Mommy.”
“Duh,” Thomas said. He took care of the pie slices and then put both containers into a plastic bag. He handed them to Brittany and they left the kitchen.
Clark stood near the front entrance with his sister, Patty, and Matt and Josh. They were all getting ready to go home after a successful holiday meal. As much fun as the day had been, Thomas was pretty glad to see them all leaving. He’d been getting sexy winks from his handsome lover all day. The man was insatiable. Which was very okay as far as Thomas was concerned.
Clark scooped up Brittany. “Okay, sweet pea. You be good for your Mommy.”
“Okay. Are you and Uncle Tommy really coming to our house for Christmas?” Her big eyes were wide and expectant.
“Definitely. Can’t wait.”
Thomas hugged Matt and then Josh. “See you guys Sunday for breakfast. I think I heard Josh was buying.”
“What?” Josh asked, his face blank.
He shrugged. “That’s what Matt said.”
“You’re always starting something, Tommy.” Matt laughed and ushered Josh out the door and in to the slightly crispy night.
When they were all gone, Thomas closed the door behind them and locked it. He leaned against it. “That was fun, but a lot of work. Especially for you. That dinner was amazing.”
Clark smiled. “It wasn’t so tough.” He yawned. “I’m exhausted though. Can we clean the kitchen tomorrow?”
“Thank God you suggested that. I was wondering how I was going to get out of it.” Thomas threw his arms around Clark. “I know what I’m grateful for.”
Clark kissed him, long and sweet. “Me too.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a ring box. He handed it to Thomas.
Thomas took it and stared. “What is this?” His heart hammered hard and fast.
“Open.”
Thomas opened the box, his hand trembling. A masculine, rose-gold band gleamed in the box. His gaze met Clark’s.
“I have one just like it. We may not be able to get married legally, but I thought wearing rings might be nice.”
Thomas felt the sting of tears and his throat clogged, making it hard for him to speak. He nodded and tried not to shake too hard when Clark slipped the band on the ring finger of his left hand.
Clark kissed him. “I also have domestic partnership papers for us to fill out if that’s okay.”
“It’s—it’s very okay.” Thomas hugged him.
Clark squeezed him. “All right, let’s go to bed. That big picture window in our bedroom is calling my name.”
Brittany nodded. “Pumpkin pie.”
“Oh, right, how could I forget?” He pulled out a clean container. “Pecan pie too?”
“Uh-huh.” Her pony-tail bobbed. “And apple too.”
“Thought you didn’t like apple?”
“Mommy.”
“Duh,” Thomas said. He took care of the pie slices and then put both containers into a plastic bag. He handed them to Brittany and they left the kitchen.
Clark stood near the front entrance with his sister, Patty, and Matt and Josh. They were all getting ready to go home after a successful holiday meal. As much fun as the day had been, Thomas was pretty glad to see them all leaving. He’d been getting sexy winks from his handsome lover all day. The man was insatiable. Which was very okay as far as Thomas was concerned.
Clark scooped up Brittany. “Okay, sweet pea. You be good for your Mommy.”
“Okay. Are you and Uncle Tommy really coming to our house for Christmas?” Her big eyes were wide and expectant.
“Definitely. Can’t wait.”
Thomas hugged Matt and then Josh. “See you guys Sunday for breakfast. I think I heard Josh was buying.”
“What?” Josh asked, his face blank.
He shrugged. “That’s what Matt said.”
“You’re always starting something, Tommy.” Matt laughed and ushered Josh out the door and in to the slightly crispy night.
When they were all gone, Thomas closed the door behind them and locked it. He leaned against it. “That was fun, but a lot of work. Especially for you. That dinner was amazing.”
Clark smiled. “It wasn’t so tough.” He yawned. “I’m exhausted though. Can we clean the kitchen tomorrow?”
“Thank God you suggested that. I was wondering how I was going to get out of it.” Thomas threw his arms around Clark. “I know what I’m grateful for.”
Clark kissed him, long and sweet. “Me too.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a ring box. He handed it to Thomas.
Thomas took it and stared. “What is this?” His heart hammered hard and fast.
“Open.”
Thomas opened the box, his hand trembling. A masculine, rose-gold band gleamed in the box. His gaze met Clark’s.
“I have one just like it. We may not be able to get married legally, but I thought wearing rings might be nice.”
Thomas felt the sting of tears and his throat clogged, making it hard for him to speak. He nodded and tried not to shake too hard when Clark slipped the band on the ring finger of his left hand.
Clark kissed him. “I also have domestic partnership papers for us to fill out if that’s okay.”
“It’s—it’s very okay.” Thomas hugged him.
Clark squeezed him. “All right, let’s go to bed. That big picture window in our bedroom is calling my name.”
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Nothing Special
So, the free stories are winding down for the month. Clark and Thomas get their conclusion tomorrow. Next week is supposed to be At Long Last Thanksgiving. If I have to write one more turkey dinner I will seriously consider skipping the meal myself next week (lol, not likely).
It seems, however, that the interest in the free stories has seriously waned. It started off well, but I guess it was too much of a good thing. Kevin from Car Wash has confessed he is worried no one will stop by for Kevin’s Perfect Christmas next month.
Life gets in the way, of course, and people forget to stop by and read. Got it. I’ll try to get At Long Last Thanksgiving up next week since I promised but it might be slightly shorter than the previous offerings. Possibly only two parts. We’ll see. I haven’t actually finished it.
I had decided to do the free stories so you all wouldn’t forget me given that I was going two months without a release (probably my longest stretch). But the truth is after my two releases in December, Ticket to Ride and The Best Gift, I have no releases scheduled for 2010 at all. Yep, scary huh? It definitely is for me.
I’m trying to rectify it by working on Only in His Dreams (the reason At Long Last Thanksgiving hasn’t been finished). It’s going pretty well although I've hit a snag that I'm not sure doesn't steal some of my enthusiasm for the story.
Anyway, once Only in His Dreams is done and off to the publisher, I’ll be sure to give you details on a release for it in 2010. And then, I will officially get organized. I will make myself a list of books and when to work on them and I will not stray from the course…much.
It seems, however, that the interest in the free stories has seriously waned. It started off well, but I guess it was too much of a good thing. Kevin from Car Wash has confessed he is worried no one will stop by for Kevin’s Perfect Christmas next month.
Life gets in the way, of course, and people forget to stop by and read. Got it. I’ll try to get At Long Last Thanksgiving up next week since I promised but it might be slightly shorter than the previous offerings. Possibly only two parts. We’ll see. I haven’t actually finished it.
I had decided to do the free stories so you all wouldn’t forget me given that I was going two months without a release (probably my longest stretch). But the truth is after my two releases in December, Ticket to Ride and The Best Gift, I have no releases scheduled for 2010 at all. Yep, scary huh? It definitely is for me.
I’m trying to rectify it by working on Only in His Dreams (the reason At Long Last Thanksgiving hasn’t been finished). It’s going pretty well although I've hit a snag that I'm not sure doesn't steal some of my enthusiasm for the story.
Anyway, once Only in His Dreams is done and off to the publisher, I’ll be sure to give you details on a release for it in 2010. And then, I will officially get organized. I will make myself a list of books and when to work on them and I will not stray from the course…much.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Most Likely to Have a Successful Holiday, Part 2
Clark heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and he smiled. Thomas had obviously finally gotten out of bed. He heard Thomas’s bare feet pad across the hardwood floor and then stop just inside the entrance to the kitchen where Clark stood stirring a pot, his back to Thomas.
“Oh, my God, is that giblet gravy I smell?”
Clark laughed and turned to face his lover. Thomas’s dark hair stood on end every which way. He wore only a pair of pajama bottoms. His torso had a couple of hickies. One beneath his left nipple and the other on the right side just above his stomach. He grinned and placed a quick kiss on Thomas’s lips.
“You do indeed.”
Thomas inhaled. “Man, am I glad I had the brains to fall for someone who can cook like you. Damn.” He yawned. “Why didn’t you wake me? I would have helped.”
Clark thrust a mug of steaming coffee into his lover’s outstretched hands. “No offense, babe, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Or me.”
“I’m not that bad,” Thomas protested, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Anyway, you had a rough night.” Clark waggled his eyebrows at him.
Thomas blushed. “I saw the marks too, thank you very much. Asshole.”
He laughed unrepentantly and turned off the heat under the gravy.
“So, what can I do? Want me to set the table or something?”
“Yeah, but not until after.”
“After?” Thomas frowned.
“I have plans for the dining room table.” Clark took the mug from Thomas and set it on the kitchen counter. “Come on.” He grabbed Thomas’s hand and pulled him into the dining room where their large mahogany dining room table was. He eyed the sliding glass doors to the backyard. Right now the blinds were closed, but…
Thomas stiffened in his grasp and shook his head. “Oh, no, you aren’t thinking what I think you are. Are you?” Clark grinned. “Oh, shit. You are. Damn it, we can’t do it there. It’s Thanksgiving.”
“You’ll wash it after and besides, I have a Thanksgiving tablecloth to put on the table.” Clark pulled him close and nuzzled his ear. “No one will know. Well, unless someone sees us.”
“No way.” Thomas turned bright red. “Even if we do, those blinds are staying closed, Clark.”
“How about only partially open?” He went to the strings and opened the slats just a bit. “Would that work for you?”
Thomas sighed and hugged himself. “You are incorrigible.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“Nah, I love you in spite of it.” He shook his head, then smiled. “I’ll get the lube.”
Clark glanced at the clock, saw they still had plenty of time before their guests arrived, and quickly went into the kitchen to see that all his dishes were progressing nicely.
Back in the dining room, he pulled off his navy shirt and set it on one of the chairs. Thomas returned with the lube, which he tossed at Clark, and sans pajama bottoms. Clark stared openly, his mouth hanging open at the sight of Thomas’s hard cock jutting out between his thighs. The lube went flying behind him and into the wall.
“Pay attention, counselor.” Thomas laughed and bent down to pick up the lube, purposely turning his ass to Clark.
Clark growled and pulled that perfect round ass against his own crotch. “A tease, huh?”
Thomas wiggled, pushing back. “I guess so.”
Clark’s arms ensnared Thomas’s waist, grabbing him hard and rough. He pushed him toward the table and face down on to it. He groped the magnificent cheeks, kneading and spreading them, even while he knelt on the floor and positioned himself at the perfect angle for his tongue to slip inside.
“Oh, God, Clark,” Thomas gasped when Clark’s tongue darted in. He gripped the edges of the table and spread his legs farther apart.
He closed his eyes, liberally wetting Thomas with his probing tongue. The swell of his achingly hard cock pressed against his jeans reminded him of his own clothing. Keeping one hand on Thomas’s thigh, he reached down and unsnapped his button-down fly. He crept his hand inside and cupped his erection.
“Clark, please.”
He slapped the firm cheek, the palm landing with a loud smack. Thomas moaned. Clark withdrew his tongue, but flicked it quickly around the opening before asking, “What is it you want, Thomas?”
“You, now, fuck me,” Thomas panted out.
Clark stood up and slid his pants down his legs. He reached for the lube, squirted out a generous amount, and coated his cock. The sight of a naked and spread Thomas on the dining room table nearly made his come.
After slipping in lubed fingers to prepare Thomas more fully, Clark lined up and pushed inside. He stilled a moment, letting his lover adjust to his penetration. Clark rested his hands on the table, willing control.
“Ready?” Did that growled word come from him?
“Uh.”
Clark decided that was as close to a yes as Thomas was going to give him. He withdrew to just the tip and then plunged forward, moving his hands from the table to Thomas’s hips.
Shifting slightly on the table, Thomas went to reach for his cock to stroke it.
“No, don’t.”
“Clark.”
“Shh. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He slammed in again and again. He knew it wouldn’t take long to pull the orgasm from him as he’d been on the brink since getting up that morning. Thomas did that to him. He glanced at the partially opened blinds where he could just see the grass of the back yard. His thrusts sped up as the base of his spine tingled and his balls tightened. With a roar he could not contain, Clark poured into his lover.
He allowed himself only a moment to lay stretched across Thomas’s back before he reluctantly withdrew. He owed his lover relief.
“Can you turn over?” Clark murmured.
Thomas scooted off the table and turned over. His eyes were hazy with lust and his face a flushed pink. He was so hot.
Clark helped him to sit on the edge of the table once more and then he knelt before him and engulfed his lover’s cock to the root.
“Ah, God,” Thomas rasped out. His ass lifted off the table as he pushed his dick down Clark’s throat. He knew from Thomas’s whimpers it wouldn’t be long. He cupped his lover’s balls and squeezed. “Clark!” Thomas shuddered and came in Clark’s mouth.
A short time later, Clark pulled Thomas close, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He thought of the other surprise he had for Thomas for when after their guests were gone and he couldn’t keep the excited grin from his lips. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Thomas snuggled against him.
Clark tilted his chin up and kissed him long and thoroughly. “We’d better get cleaned up.”
Thomas laughed. “And clean this up before the guests get here. I can’t believe you talked me into that.”
“Oh, my God, is that giblet gravy I smell?”
Clark laughed and turned to face his lover. Thomas’s dark hair stood on end every which way. He wore only a pair of pajama bottoms. His torso had a couple of hickies. One beneath his left nipple and the other on the right side just above his stomach. He grinned and placed a quick kiss on Thomas’s lips.
“You do indeed.”
Thomas inhaled. “Man, am I glad I had the brains to fall for someone who can cook like you. Damn.” He yawned. “Why didn’t you wake me? I would have helped.”
Clark thrust a mug of steaming coffee into his lover’s outstretched hands. “No offense, babe, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Or me.”
“I’m not that bad,” Thomas protested, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Anyway, you had a rough night.” Clark waggled his eyebrows at him.
Thomas blushed. “I saw the marks too, thank you very much. Asshole.”
He laughed unrepentantly and turned off the heat under the gravy.
“So, what can I do? Want me to set the table or something?”
“Yeah, but not until after.”
“After?” Thomas frowned.
“I have plans for the dining room table.” Clark took the mug from Thomas and set it on the kitchen counter. “Come on.” He grabbed Thomas’s hand and pulled him into the dining room where their large mahogany dining room table was. He eyed the sliding glass doors to the backyard. Right now the blinds were closed, but…
Thomas stiffened in his grasp and shook his head. “Oh, no, you aren’t thinking what I think you are. Are you?” Clark grinned. “Oh, shit. You are. Damn it, we can’t do it there. It’s Thanksgiving.”
“You’ll wash it after and besides, I have a Thanksgiving tablecloth to put on the table.” Clark pulled him close and nuzzled his ear. “No one will know. Well, unless someone sees us.”
“No way.” Thomas turned bright red. “Even if we do, those blinds are staying closed, Clark.”
“How about only partially open?” He went to the strings and opened the slats just a bit. “Would that work for you?”
Thomas sighed and hugged himself. “You are incorrigible.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“Nah, I love you in spite of it.” He shook his head, then smiled. “I’ll get the lube.”
Clark glanced at the clock, saw they still had plenty of time before their guests arrived, and quickly went into the kitchen to see that all his dishes were progressing nicely.
Back in the dining room, he pulled off his navy shirt and set it on one of the chairs. Thomas returned with the lube, which he tossed at Clark, and sans pajama bottoms. Clark stared openly, his mouth hanging open at the sight of Thomas’s hard cock jutting out between his thighs. The lube went flying behind him and into the wall.
“Pay attention, counselor.” Thomas laughed and bent down to pick up the lube, purposely turning his ass to Clark.
Clark growled and pulled that perfect round ass against his own crotch. “A tease, huh?”
Thomas wiggled, pushing back. “I guess so.”
Clark’s arms ensnared Thomas’s waist, grabbing him hard and rough. He pushed him toward the table and face down on to it. He groped the magnificent cheeks, kneading and spreading them, even while he knelt on the floor and positioned himself at the perfect angle for his tongue to slip inside.
“Oh, God, Clark,” Thomas gasped when Clark’s tongue darted in. He gripped the edges of the table and spread his legs farther apart.
He closed his eyes, liberally wetting Thomas with his probing tongue. The swell of his achingly hard cock pressed against his jeans reminded him of his own clothing. Keeping one hand on Thomas’s thigh, he reached down and unsnapped his button-down fly. He crept his hand inside and cupped his erection.
“Clark, please.”
He slapped the firm cheek, the palm landing with a loud smack. Thomas moaned. Clark withdrew his tongue, but flicked it quickly around the opening before asking, “What is it you want, Thomas?”
“You, now, fuck me,” Thomas panted out.
Clark stood up and slid his pants down his legs. He reached for the lube, squirted out a generous amount, and coated his cock. The sight of a naked and spread Thomas on the dining room table nearly made his come.
After slipping in lubed fingers to prepare Thomas more fully, Clark lined up and pushed inside. He stilled a moment, letting his lover adjust to his penetration. Clark rested his hands on the table, willing control.
“Ready?” Did that growled word come from him?
“Uh.”
Clark decided that was as close to a yes as Thomas was going to give him. He withdrew to just the tip and then plunged forward, moving his hands from the table to Thomas’s hips.
Shifting slightly on the table, Thomas went to reach for his cock to stroke it.
“No, don’t.”
“Clark.”
“Shh. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He slammed in again and again. He knew it wouldn’t take long to pull the orgasm from him as he’d been on the brink since getting up that morning. Thomas did that to him. He glanced at the partially opened blinds where he could just see the grass of the back yard. His thrusts sped up as the base of his spine tingled and his balls tightened. With a roar he could not contain, Clark poured into his lover.
He allowed himself only a moment to lay stretched across Thomas’s back before he reluctantly withdrew. He owed his lover relief.
“Can you turn over?” Clark murmured.
Thomas scooted off the table and turned over. His eyes were hazy with lust and his face a flushed pink. He was so hot.
Clark helped him to sit on the edge of the table once more and then he knelt before him and engulfed his lover’s cock to the root.
“Ah, God,” Thomas rasped out. His ass lifted off the table as he pushed his dick down Clark’s throat. He knew from Thomas’s whimpers it wouldn’t be long. He cupped his lover’s balls and squeezed. “Clark!” Thomas shuddered and came in Clark’s mouth.
A short time later, Clark pulled Thomas close, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He thought of the other surprise he had for Thomas for when after their guests were gone and he couldn’t keep the excited grin from his lips. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Thomas snuggled against him.
Clark tilted his chin up and kissed him long and thoroughly. “We’d better get cleaned up.”
Thomas laughed. “And clean this up before the guests get here. I can’t believe you talked me into that.”
Monday, November 16, 2009
The M/M Meme I Was Tagged For
The too kind, EH (http://erotichorizon.blogspot.com/) tagged me for this M/M Meme
Rules:
1. Answer all the questions below in either the comments here or post it on your own site. If you post it on your own site you have to come back and give the link here so I/Kris can mosey on over and see if you have a sticky beak.
2. You have to tag two other people once you’re done and pester them relentlessly until they do the meme too.
3. Instead of a meme image thing you have to post a cookie, preferably a twofer. It is an m/m meme after all. ;)
Questions:
1. How long have you been reading GLBTQ fiction? Three or so years
2. What was the first book you read in this genre? Without Reservations by J.L. Langley
3. Are you 'out' as a reader? Yes. It’s hard not to admit to reading it since I write it. That being said there are always family members and friends who are “unaware”.
4. Ebooks, print or both? 90% ebooks. Even authors I previously read in paperback if the book is available for my Kindle I read it there.
5. Do you buy direct from publishers or from secondary sellers? Usually the publisher because as I am an author myself I know the author makes more from books sold directly from the publisher.
6. Prove you're a Book Slut. How many books would you say you buy a week? I used to buy many, many more than I do, but I can’t buy that many anymore because I don’t have much time to read as I am always writing. I’d say nowadays I probably buy about 5 a month.
7. Are you a cover, blurb or excerpt buyer? I’m actually an author buyer for the most part. Once I like an author I buy all their books regardless of the cover, blurb or excerpt. If I don’t know the author, I read the blurb if the cover has attracted me. I rarely read the excerpt before buying.
8. Yeah, you read reviews, but do you actually take notice of them? I do, but I don’t let a bad review of a book prevent me from buying it especially if it is an author I enjoy or I know the things mentioned in the review won’t bother me or I am aware I never agree with that particular reviewer. Generally I make up my own mind as to whether I will buy a book and rarely let the review influence me overmuch one way or the other.
9. Who's your fave publisher? Amber Allure, of course, lol.
10. What about authors? Your top two only!! Well like everyone else I have more than two but since I like to follow rules when I can I will mention only two. Grrrr. J.L. Langley and Ally Blue
11. Is there a sub-genre you particularly dis/like? I'm not too fond of BDSM or sci-fi, but there are exceptions to even that as I love J.L. Langley’s Sci-Fi books. I prefer contemporaries but can’t really say I will refuse to read any subgenre.
12. Short or long?? *rolls eyes* And, no, I'm not talking about cocks. I like shorter length really. Both as a writer and a reader. I like to be able to read many books so a 200,000 tome makes my eyes glaze over, sorry.
13. Anything turn you off about m/m or is all just glorious smut to you? I hate anything to do with bodily fluids other than come. I have had the extreme displeasure of reading a book with details I found too gruesome to stomach. I am also not fond of fisting in books and will skip over any scene that involves it.
14. Finish this sentence. You know it's m/m twu wuv when...you’ll kiss the guy first thing in the morning even though he has morning breath. What the hell? Weird question. I think you are trying to go with M/M clichés but everything in writing has been done before and to death.
15. What trope or theme are you heartily sick of in m/m romance? Sneak ménages. I want to know if there is a ménage scene even if it’s just one time with the best friend or the guy helping you in the dressing room or whatever and not be surprised by my two in love guys getting it on with a surprise third. At least then if I know I can make up my mind whether to read it or not.
16. If you could choose any 3 characters for a m/m/m who would they be? Aiden from My Fair Captain by J. L. Langley, Keaton Reynolds from Without Reservations by J. L. Langley, and Lord Oliver from Bound by Deception by Ava March. As you can tell I like the pretty boys.
17. What new GLBTQ release are you most hanging out for right now? Can I say my own in December? No? Um, the next book by A.M. Riley. Forget its name, but that’s the one. One of my favorite authors definitely.
18. What GLBTQ book has completely blown you away this year?
The Elegant Corpse by A.M. Riley
The Elegant Corpse by A.M. Riley
19. What do you think we'll see more of in m/m romance in 2010? Vampires, BDSM, werewolves, historicals, and mystery/suspense.
20. Don't you agree that author Josh Lanyon should kill off arsehole character Jake Riordan? No I am waiting for the asshole (sorry I am American and it’s an ass not an arse) to redeem himself. I believe in redemption.
Tag:
Ava March - http://avamarch.blogspot.com/
Devon Rhodes - http://devonrhodes.blogspot.com/
Most Likely to Have a Successful Holiday, Part One
“Thomas Harrigan.” He shifted the receiver under his chin and onto his shoulder, scrolling down his list of emails. He could have hit speaker phone, but he truly hated putting callers on speaker. Too rude as far as he was concerned.
“Hey, Tommy,” his best friend, Matt, said.
“Matt, how’s it going?” Thomas glanced at the time on the bottom of the computer screen. It was already after five-thirty. Where had the time gone?
“I can’t believe you’re still at the office the night before Thanksgiving. I left hours ago. Listen, we were wondering what time we should come over tomorrow. I don’t think you ever said.”
“Um,” Thomas paused, at a loss. Clark hadn’t told him either. “Hold on a second, I’ll ask Clark.” He hit hold and then punched the button for Clark’s line.
“Clark Sterling,” his lover’s deep, tired voice answered.
“It’s me.”
“Oh. What’s up?”
Thomas frowned. Clark sounded distracted and exhausted. “Everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah, just got a case that’s bugging me.”
“Anything I can help with?” Thomas wondered.
“No, I just want to get some things done before the long weekend. What’s up?” Clark asked again.
“Matt called and wondered what time he and Josh should come over tomorrow.”
“Hmm. Probably around two. That’s what time Patty and the kid are coming.”
“Sounds good. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Thomas opened his mouth to tell Clark he loved him but a loud dial tone in his ear indicated the man had already hung up. He rolled his eyes and went back to Matt’s call.
“Two. Is Josh still bringing his famous pecan pie?”
“Definitely. He’s making it right now. My mouth is already watering. All right, Tommy. Don’t work too hard and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.” Thomas set down the receiver and yawned. He already knew judging by the short conversation with Clark he wouldn’t want to leave anytime soon. Unfortunately, Thomas wanted to leave now. Driving to work together could be a big time pain in the ass.
Still, Thomas had done everything he needed to do for the day, so he shut down his computer and stretched. He happened to know there was a plush leather couch in Clark’s outer office. If he could get past the gargoyle guarding Clark’s office he would take a nap while he waited for his lover.
He rose and left his office, clicking off the light as he exited. He quickly noted the office was quiet, most of the admin assistants and his fellow attorneys having high-tailed it out of there long before. Figured he had to be in love with Clark “Workaholic” Sterling.
As long as he’d worked at the Law Offices of Clark Sterling and Associates, Clark’s old secretary had been a thorn in his side. She protected Clark like she was the mother bird. Even after Thomas moved in with Clark she acted like Thomas was an intruder.
He smiled in relief when he saw the empty chair at the gargoyle’s desk. Agnes had gone home! He opened the door to Clark’s outer office, stared hopefully at the closed door to his main office, then sighed and made a beeline for the big leather sofa.
Really, five-thirty was not late for them. One day last week, Thomas had been grateful he’d taken his own car, because Clark hadn’t arrived at their suburban home until almost ten o’clock that night. He’d only agreed to share the car today because he naively hoped Clark would want to get out of the office early for Thanksgiving.
He’d known Clark was a driven man when he applied at the firm. He had liked that about a potential boss. It sometimes sucked when that driven man was your lover.
He removed his coat and flung it on a nearby chair and loosened his tie. As he closed his eyes, he hoped maybe they’d get out of there by seven.
Thomas’s eyes fluttered open when a kiss landed on his nose. He blinked, clearing the foggy haze from his mind. Clark’s handsome blond head peered down at him, a big smile on his face.
“Hi, sleepyhead.”
Thomas returned the smile. “Hi, yourself.” He struggled to sit up. Clark knelt beside the sofa. “What time is it?”
Clark had the grace to look a bit sheepish. “Almost seven-fifteen. I’m sorry, babe. I really wanted to get that work done so I wouldn’t have to bring work home with me over the holiday. Forgive me?”
“That depends.”
A blond brow shot up. “On?”
Thomas grinned. “How you plan on making it up to me.”
“Believe me, I have plans for you. I want this to be your best Thanksgiving ever.” Clark winked and stood up. He reached down and pulled Thomas up from the couch. “But for now, let’s get the hell out of here. I don’t even want to think of this place for four days.”
Thomas picked up his coat. “Sounds like the perfect Thanksgiving.”
Clark’s answering grin was wicked. “Oh, you’re going to be grateful much of the weekend. Trust me.”
“Hey, Tommy,” his best friend, Matt, said.
“Matt, how’s it going?” Thomas glanced at the time on the bottom of the computer screen. It was already after five-thirty. Where had the time gone?
“I can’t believe you’re still at the office the night before Thanksgiving. I left hours ago. Listen, we were wondering what time we should come over tomorrow. I don’t think you ever said.”
“Um,” Thomas paused, at a loss. Clark hadn’t told him either. “Hold on a second, I’ll ask Clark.” He hit hold and then punched the button for Clark’s line.
“Clark Sterling,” his lover’s deep, tired voice answered.
“It’s me.”
“Oh. What’s up?”
Thomas frowned. Clark sounded distracted and exhausted. “Everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah, just got a case that’s bugging me.”
“Anything I can help with?” Thomas wondered.
“No, I just want to get some things done before the long weekend. What’s up?” Clark asked again.
“Matt called and wondered what time he and Josh should come over tomorrow.”
“Hmm. Probably around two. That’s what time Patty and the kid are coming.”
“Sounds good. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Thomas opened his mouth to tell Clark he loved him but a loud dial tone in his ear indicated the man had already hung up. He rolled his eyes and went back to Matt’s call.
“Two. Is Josh still bringing his famous pecan pie?”
“Definitely. He’s making it right now. My mouth is already watering. All right, Tommy. Don’t work too hard and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.” Thomas set down the receiver and yawned. He already knew judging by the short conversation with Clark he wouldn’t want to leave anytime soon. Unfortunately, Thomas wanted to leave now. Driving to work together could be a big time pain in the ass.
Still, Thomas had done everything he needed to do for the day, so he shut down his computer and stretched. He happened to know there was a plush leather couch in Clark’s outer office. If he could get past the gargoyle guarding Clark’s office he would take a nap while he waited for his lover.
He rose and left his office, clicking off the light as he exited. He quickly noted the office was quiet, most of the admin assistants and his fellow attorneys having high-tailed it out of there long before. Figured he had to be in love with Clark “Workaholic” Sterling.
As long as he’d worked at the Law Offices of Clark Sterling and Associates, Clark’s old secretary had been a thorn in his side. She protected Clark like she was the mother bird. Even after Thomas moved in with Clark she acted like Thomas was an intruder.
He smiled in relief when he saw the empty chair at the gargoyle’s desk. Agnes had gone home! He opened the door to Clark’s outer office, stared hopefully at the closed door to his main office, then sighed and made a beeline for the big leather sofa.
Really, five-thirty was not late for them. One day last week, Thomas had been grateful he’d taken his own car, because Clark hadn’t arrived at their suburban home until almost ten o’clock that night. He’d only agreed to share the car today because he naively hoped Clark would want to get out of the office early for Thanksgiving.
He’d known Clark was a driven man when he applied at the firm. He had liked that about a potential boss. It sometimes sucked when that driven man was your lover.
He removed his coat and flung it on a nearby chair and loosened his tie. As he closed his eyes, he hoped maybe they’d get out of there by seven.
Thomas’s eyes fluttered open when a kiss landed on his nose. He blinked, clearing the foggy haze from his mind. Clark’s handsome blond head peered down at him, a big smile on his face.
“Hi, sleepyhead.”
Thomas returned the smile. “Hi, yourself.” He struggled to sit up. Clark knelt beside the sofa. “What time is it?”
Clark had the grace to look a bit sheepish. “Almost seven-fifteen. I’m sorry, babe. I really wanted to get that work done so I wouldn’t have to bring work home with me over the holiday. Forgive me?”
“That depends.”
A blond brow shot up. “On?”
Thomas grinned. “How you plan on making it up to me.”
“Believe me, I have plans for you. I want this to be your best Thanksgiving ever.” Clark winked and stood up. He reached down and pulled Thomas up from the couch. “But for now, let’s get the hell out of here. I don’t even want to think of this place for four days.”
Thomas picked up his coat. “Sounds like the perfect Thanksgiving.”
Clark’s answering grin was wicked. “Oh, you’re going to be grateful much of the weekend. Trust me.”
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
A Sweet Thanksgiving, Part Three, the Conclusion
Danny woke up with a crick in his neck. He straightened and sat up. Jason had rolled over and now had his back to Danny. Soft snores came from his lover. For the first time since returning to Sutter’s Bay, Jason had told him he loved him. Finally...progress.
He stretched and sniffed. A burnt smell, but what? He inhaled…crust.
Oh shit.
He shook Jason. “Jas, the pies.”
“Unh.”
He grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them on and ran out to the kitchen without waiting for Jason. Thankfully, no smoke billowed out from the oven. He scooped up a potholder and opened the oven. The apple pie was black on the top and the crust all along the outside of the pumpkin had also turned black.
“Ah, crap,” Jason said coming in behind him. He laughed and looked down at the apple
Danny groaned and looked at the clock. “The big grocery store is still open.”
Jason shook his head and grinned. “Um, well maybe we can eat the middle of the pies.”
He stifled a laugh. “Yeah, that might work. Are you sure you don’t just want to go back to the store?”
Jason winced. “Definitely not. I think we have plenty to eat even without the pies, don’t you?”
“Turkey, potatoes, yams, broccoli, and cranberry sauce. Yeah, that’s probably enough. Unless we burn those, too.”
“We won’t.” Jason embraced him. “I may not be the greatest cook but I can manage to make food without burning it.” He eyed the pies. “Most of the time. In my defense, someone distracted me.”
Danny threw his arms around Jason’s neck and drew his face down for a kiss. “I think maybe it was worth it.”
“Hmm. I have something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”
Danny looked into his eyes. “What?”
“You think, maybe, we ought to just…” Jason shifted, looked away, his cheeks turning pink.
“Hey.” Danny kissed his jaw. “What?”
“Want to live here?” Jason blurted out.
Danny’s heart leaped. “You mean it?”
“Yeah. I know I love you. It makes sense for us to live together. Don’t you think?”
“Oh, I think. We’re practically together every night anyway.”
Jason smiled. “Good. Then, you can maybe sell your house. I’d kind of like to live here. My mom’s garden is here and I like the idea of continuing it. Is that okay?”
Danny figured his house was just a house. He didn’t care where he lived as long as Jason was with him. That’s where home was. “It’s more than okay. I love you, Jas.”
“I love you, too.” His face lit up. “Wow, it seems to get easier to say that every time.”
“That’s good to hear because I’m going to want to hear it often.” He yawned, feeling suddenly very tired. “God, I’m exhausted. And we’ve got some cooking to do in the morning.”
Jason nodded. “Yeah, let’s go to bed. Happy Thanksgiving by the way.”
Danny hugged him tight. “I have a lot to be thankful for.”
He stretched and sniffed. A burnt smell, but what? He inhaled…crust.
Oh shit.
He shook Jason. “Jas, the pies.”
“Unh.”
He grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them on and ran out to the kitchen without waiting for Jason. Thankfully, no smoke billowed out from the oven. He scooped up a potholder and opened the oven. The apple pie was black on the top and the crust all along the outside of the pumpkin had also turned black.
“Ah, crap,” Jason said coming in behind him. He laughed and looked down at the apple
Danny groaned and looked at the clock. “The big grocery store is still open.”
Jason shook his head and grinned. “Um, well maybe we can eat the middle of the pies.”
He stifled a laugh. “Yeah, that might work. Are you sure you don’t just want to go back to the store?”
Jason winced. “Definitely not. I think we have plenty to eat even without the pies, don’t you?”
“Turkey, potatoes, yams, broccoli, and cranberry sauce. Yeah, that’s probably enough. Unless we burn those, too.”
“We won’t.” Jason embraced him. “I may not be the greatest cook but I can manage to make food without burning it.” He eyed the pies. “Most of the time. In my defense, someone distracted me.”
Danny threw his arms around Jason’s neck and drew his face down for a kiss. “I think maybe it was worth it.”
“Hmm. I have something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”
Danny looked into his eyes. “What?”
“You think, maybe, we ought to just…” Jason shifted, looked away, his cheeks turning pink.
“Hey.” Danny kissed his jaw. “What?”
“Want to live here?” Jason blurted out.
Danny’s heart leaped. “You mean it?”
“Yeah. I know I love you. It makes sense for us to live together. Don’t you think?”
“Oh, I think. We’re practically together every night anyway.”
Jason smiled. “Good. Then, you can maybe sell your house. I’d kind of like to live here. My mom’s garden is here and I like the idea of continuing it. Is that okay?”
Danny figured his house was just a house. He didn’t care where he lived as long as Jason was with him. That’s where home was. “It’s more than okay. I love you, Jas.”
“I love you, too.” His face lit up. “Wow, it seems to get easier to say that every time.”
“That’s good to hear because I’m going to want to hear it often.” He yawned, feeling suddenly very tired. “God, I’m exhausted. And we’ve got some cooking to do in the morning.”
Jason nodded. “Yeah, let’s go to bed. Happy Thanksgiving by the way.”
Danny hugged him tight. “I have a lot to be thankful for.”
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I'm Babbling
As some of you may or may not remember, I was going to try to have Only In His Dreams done by the middle of November. Take a look at your calendar and you will see that it's almost here. Is Only In His Dreams completed? Only in MY dreams, lmao. Alas, not even close.
I blame my free stories, of course. I've been devoting my limited writing time to those. I'm happy to do so, but it does take away from other stories. Especially this time of year. Every weekend between now and the end of the year has something planned. Imagine that.
All is not lost of course. Besides my free stories this month and Kevin's Perfect Christmas next month, I have two Amber Quill books out. Ticket to Ride (I can't wait to see what my readers think of this one, especially since I personally think the love scenes are some of my best), and of course, my sweet little Christmas story, The Best Gift. I'll be doing giveaways for both books so stay tuned.
I would like to have Only In His Dreams done by the end of November but if I am realistic with myself it's going to be tough. I still have work on the free stories, Thanksgiving is coming, I'm going away for several days. Well, you get the picture. I shall try though because I really want to get it submitted.
Next year I really need to get organized and work on stories in order and stop letting myself get distracted. Easier said than done. Only last night I was talking to Shayne and he suggested a new story for me and my mind was going...hmm. lol. Big help that Shayne.
I don't know if I have officially said so but part of the plans for 2010 is a co-authored story between myself and Ava March. We went back and forth on historical versus contemporary. Ava kind of wanted to try a contemporary, but I kind of liked the idea of her helping me keep the historical accurate, if that makes sense. It does to me. Anyway, ultimately we decided on the historical. We have the premise and the characters thought of but no title. I'm sure you will hear more from us as we develop the story.
I blame my free stories, of course. I've been devoting my limited writing time to those. I'm happy to do so, but it does take away from other stories. Especially this time of year. Every weekend between now and the end of the year has something planned. Imagine that.
All is not lost of course. Besides my free stories this month and Kevin's Perfect Christmas next month, I have two Amber Quill books out. Ticket to Ride (I can't wait to see what my readers think of this one, especially since I personally think the love scenes are some of my best), and of course, my sweet little Christmas story, The Best Gift. I'll be doing giveaways for both books so stay tuned.
I would like to have Only In His Dreams done by the end of November but if I am realistic with myself it's going to be tough. I still have work on the free stories, Thanksgiving is coming, I'm going away for several days. Well, you get the picture. I shall try though because I really want to get it submitted.
Next year I really need to get organized and work on stories in order and stop letting myself get distracted. Easier said than done. Only last night I was talking to Shayne and he suggested a new story for me and my mind was going...hmm. lol. Big help that Shayne.
I don't know if I have officially said so but part of the plans for 2010 is a co-authored story between myself and Ava March. We went back and forth on historical versus contemporary. Ava kind of wanted to try a contemporary, but I kind of liked the idea of her helping me keep the historical accurate, if that makes sense. It does to me. Anyway, ultimately we decided on the historical. We have the premise and the characters thought of but no title. I'm sure you will hear more from us as we develop the story.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
A Sweet Thanksgiving, Part Two
They’d put away the groceries and Danny was putting both pies in the oven to cook. Now there wouldn’t be anything keeping Jason from attacking Danny.
Danny’s jeans stretched across his cute ass as he bent over, peering in at the pies. His rust colored sweatshirt had inched up, revealing the creamy white skin of his back. Jason’s mouth watered at the sight. Jason’s hands reached for those two perfect globes, his fingers curving around each tight cheek.
“Hey,” Danny protested weakly.
“Hey yourself. Stop messing with that and come to bed with me.”
Danny straightened and dodged Jason’s grabbing hands. One dark curl rested on his forehead as he grinned. “Maybe we should wait until the pies are out of the oven.”
Jason frowned. “When the hell is that?”
Danny picked up the boxes and read. “Um, like an hour.”
“Oh, hell, no, you get your bare ass in the bedroom now.” Jason reached around and smacked Danny’s playfully on his butt.
Danny yelped, a little too dramatically Jason thought, and ran for the bedroom. He chased after him, catching his lover just as he neared the bed and pushing him on the big mattress face down. His fingers slipped into the waistband of Danny’s jeans and he started tugging them off his slim hips. Danny lifted up just a bit, offering him an easy way to wrench them off, without even needing to unfasten them. He was grateful that Danny always kicked off his shoes as soon as he got inside the house.
After he threw the jeans across the room, Jason peeled off his boxer briefs next. “Take off your sweatshirt.”
Jason removed his own clothes and went into the bathroom for the lube and condoms under his sink. He hoped they’d be able to forgo the rubbers within a few months.
Danny kneeled on the bed, his erection jutting between his thighs, gesturing for Jason to come lay down on his back on the bed. “I wanna straddle you.”
He rolled on the condom and slicked his sheathed cock before lying on the mattress. “Okay, come on.”
Danny reached for the lube and inched toward Jason on his knees. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to Jason’s. “Did I ever tell you that you have the best lips on the planet?”
Jason laughed. “When did you kiss everyone on the planet?”
“I go by averages,” Danny said, his teeth sinking in to Jason’s bottom lip.
Jason darted his tongue out, running it along the seam of Danny’s mouth. “Open up.” Danny complied and his tongue slipped inside to find his lover’s tongue.
Danny broke the kiss and trailed his lips down Jason’s throat, to his nipples, snagging the right one between sharp teeth. He closed his eyes, arching up, his body tingling. His lover’s mouth moved down, placing warm, wet kisses across his quivering stomach.
Jason groaned. “Hurry, Danny.”
Danny slid down Jason’s body and then straddled his hips. Sloshing out liquid, he spread his cheeks, lubing himself, preparing for Jason’s penetration. His balls tightening in anticipation, Jason lifted up at the same time as Danny’s pushed down.
“Ah,” Danny breathed as he sunk down on Jason’s hard length.
His fingers pressed into Danny’s hips, urging him to move. Every time Danny plunged down, closing around his shaft, Jason thrust up, probing for his lover’s gland.
One hand still holding on to Danny, Jason grasped his lover’s cock, stroking the hard length. Danny’s pearly whites sank into his bottom lip.
He knew his release was close and judging by the whimpers coming from Danny, Jason knew he was close too. Jason sped up his thrusts even as Danny rode him fast, his lids drooping half-closed.
“Come for me, babe.”
Danny’s gasped and covered Jason’s hand with his, jerking his cock hard with quick, frantic strokes. Glossy white jism shot out from his dick.
The sight and smell of Danny’s cum sent him over the edge and with a cry torn from his throat, Jason emptied into the condom.
After he pulled out, he collapsed on the bed and pulled Danny close. “Mmm.”
Danny snuggled closed, resting his head on Jason’s chest. For a moment it brought Jason back to when they were just kids, innocent of the hate out there and loving each other. He tightened his hold and leaned down to kiss the top of Danny’s dark head. His heart swelled.
“Danny?”
“Yeah?”
“I…love you.” His breath hitched. Danny stiffened and for a moment Jason thought maybe he’d made a mistake. But then Danny rose up to look in his eyes.
“I love you, too, Jason.” Danny smiled. He laid his head down on Jason’s chest again and closed his eyes.
Jason exhaled and decided to close his eyes for a moment or two before going to check on the pies.
Danny’s jeans stretched across his cute ass as he bent over, peering in at the pies. His rust colored sweatshirt had inched up, revealing the creamy white skin of his back. Jason’s mouth watered at the sight. Jason’s hands reached for those two perfect globes, his fingers curving around each tight cheek.
“Hey,” Danny protested weakly.
“Hey yourself. Stop messing with that and come to bed with me.”
Danny straightened and dodged Jason’s grabbing hands. One dark curl rested on his forehead as he grinned. “Maybe we should wait until the pies are out of the oven.”
Jason frowned. “When the hell is that?”
Danny picked up the boxes and read. “Um, like an hour.”
“Oh, hell, no, you get your bare ass in the bedroom now.” Jason reached around and smacked Danny’s playfully on his butt.
Danny yelped, a little too dramatically Jason thought, and ran for the bedroom. He chased after him, catching his lover just as he neared the bed and pushing him on the big mattress face down. His fingers slipped into the waistband of Danny’s jeans and he started tugging them off his slim hips. Danny lifted up just a bit, offering him an easy way to wrench them off, without even needing to unfasten them. He was grateful that Danny always kicked off his shoes as soon as he got inside the house.
After he threw the jeans across the room, Jason peeled off his boxer briefs next. “Take off your sweatshirt.”
Jason removed his own clothes and went into the bathroom for the lube and condoms under his sink. He hoped they’d be able to forgo the rubbers within a few months.
Danny kneeled on the bed, his erection jutting between his thighs, gesturing for Jason to come lay down on his back on the bed. “I wanna straddle you.”
He rolled on the condom and slicked his sheathed cock before lying on the mattress. “Okay, come on.”
Danny reached for the lube and inched toward Jason on his knees. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to Jason’s. “Did I ever tell you that you have the best lips on the planet?”
Jason laughed. “When did you kiss everyone on the planet?”
“I go by averages,” Danny said, his teeth sinking in to Jason’s bottom lip.
Jason darted his tongue out, running it along the seam of Danny’s mouth. “Open up.” Danny complied and his tongue slipped inside to find his lover’s tongue.
Danny broke the kiss and trailed his lips down Jason’s throat, to his nipples, snagging the right one between sharp teeth. He closed his eyes, arching up, his body tingling. His lover’s mouth moved down, placing warm, wet kisses across his quivering stomach.
Jason groaned. “Hurry, Danny.”
Danny slid down Jason’s body and then straddled his hips. Sloshing out liquid, he spread his cheeks, lubing himself, preparing for Jason’s penetration. His balls tightening in anticipation, Jason lifted up at the same time as Danny’s pushed down.
“Ah,” Danny breathed as he sunk down on Jason’s hard length.
His fingers pressed into Danny’s hips, urging him to move. Every time Danny plunged down, closing around his shaft, Jason thrust up, probing for his lover’s gland.
One hand still holding on to Danny, Jason grasped his lover’s cock, stroking the hard length. Danny’s pearly whites sank into his bottom lip.
He knew his release was close and judging by the whimpers coming from Danny, Jason knew he was close too. Jason sped up his thrusts even as Danny rode him fast, his lids drooping half-closed.
“Come for me, babe.”
Danny’s gasped and covered Jason’s hand with his, jerking his cock hard with quick, frantic strokes. Glossy white jism shot out from his dick.
The sight and smell of Danny’s cum sent him over the edge and with a cry torn from his throat, Jason emptied into the condom.
After he pulled out, he collapsed on the bed and pulled Danny close. “Mmm.”
Danny snuggled closed, resting his head on Jason’s chest. For a moment it brought Jason back to when they were just kids, innocent of the hate out there and loving each other. He tightened his hold and leaned down to kiss the top of Danny’s dark head. His heart swelled.
“Danny?”
“Yeah?”
“I…love you.” His breath hitched. Danny stiffened and for a moment Jason thought maybe he’d made a mistake. But then Danny rose up to look in his eyes.
“I love you, too, Jason.” Danny smiled. He laid his head down on Jason’s chest again and closed his eyes.
Jason exhaled and decided to close his eyes for a moment or two before going to check on the pies.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
My BFF and Thanksgiving Stories
The first part of my post today is to say how very unhappy I am that my dear bff, Shayne (most of you know my Shayster), has been sick for so long. He contracted the H1N1 virus shortly before Halloween and because of a weakness in his lungs (one that he and I share), he's had a difficult time getting better. So if everyone could keep him in their thoughts and prayers for him to be feeling better very soon I would really appreciate it. I hope everyone will enjoy this week's free story, A Sweet Thanksgiving, featuring Jason and Danny from Sweet Reunion. I know their story was out more recently then some other stories that didn't get chosen but I felt like they deserved something a little more positive then their HFN ending. I hope you'll enjoy the next two parts of the story.
Next week is a head's up for the free story. It's Most Likely to Have a Successful Holiday. This features Clark and Thomas from Most Likely to Succeed. If you haven't read their story yet now may be your chance to get to it before next week. Clark is a favorite of mine since he has a slightly naughty side. It may also interest you that to date Most Likely to Succeed is my best seller at Amber Quill (it was a former #1 seller there) AND at All Romance Ebooks (made it to #4 on the the best seller list for their site). Not that I am trying to influence you to read it if you haven't or anything, lol.
Monday, November 9, 2009
A Sweet Thanksgiving, Part One
“This is our last rehearsal until after the Thanksgiving holiday,” Danny Yarrow told his high school students as they all trudged off stage and grabbed the backpacks they’d stashed in the corner of the theater. “Have a wonderful holiday.”
They’d been preparing for their December production of White Christmas since just after Halloween. Rehearsals were going well, but Danny looked forward to the four day break.
After all the kids had left, Danny gave the school theater a once over making sure nothing or even no one had been left behind. With a sigh of relief, he walked out and locked up.
His couldn’t wait for his first real holiday with his lover, Jason Sweet, to begin. Sure, they’d spent Halloween together. In fact they’d gone to Jude’s Halloween party with Jason dressed as the Scarecrow and Danny dressed as Dorothy from Wizard of Oz. He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten roped into that. But as far as he was concerned, Halloween wasn’t a real holiday. Certainly not the kind where just about everyone had the day off.
Danny walked out to the curb where Jason waited in his car to pick him up. They were going to a local specialty supermarket where fresh, range-free turkeys could be bought.
“Hey, how’d it go?” Jason asked with a smile when Danny got into the passenger side and closed the door.
“Pretty good. I think the kids will be more than ready come opening night.”
“That’s excellent. I’m looking forward to it.” Jason pulled away from the curb and drove the short distance to Sutter Bay’s only specialty grocery store. The parking lot was pretty full, but Jason finally found a spot to pull into several rows away from the front door.
They’d reached the turkey aisle when Jason turned to him, looking a little unsure of himself.
“What’s the matter?”
Jason shrugged, not looking at him. “Nothing. I just…you don’t really mind terribly much that I wanted it to only be the two of us for Thanksgiving, do you?”
Danny had to admit he had been a bit surprised when last week Jason asked if they could celebrate the holiday by themselves. The past couple of years he’d invited friends like Jude and Adam over. He’d initially felt bad about not inviting them, but found out pretty quick both men had other plans anyway.
“I’m good. As long as we can be together, that’s fine by me,” Danny assured him. He peered into the turkey selection. “I suggest we pick a fairly small one though unless you want to be eating leftovers between now and Christmas.”
They picked out a nine pound fresh bird and then headed down the other aisles, picking up potatoes, gravy mix, yams and cranberry sauce.
“Should we have a vegetable?” Jason asked peering at the produce.
Danny wrinkled his nose. “It’s Thanksgiving. Can’t we skip the healthy stuff?”
Jason looked amused. “Would it kill you to eat a few sprigs of broccoli?”
“Maybe.”
Jason grabbed a bag full of broccoli anyway. “My house, my way, and we’re having a vegetable.”
Next they went and picked up a frozen apple and frozen pumpkin pie. Danny figured they could manage to stick those in the oven tonight. It was true they didn’t yet officially live together. He would be spending the night at Jason’s. Maybe someday soon they could actually set up one residence and act like a normal couple. He hoped so. He’d even be willing to sell his place if Jason wanted to keep the Sweet home.
“Okay,” Jason said, glancing over a list. “That seems to be everything. Anything else?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
“All right let’s go pay and we can head home.” He leaned over closer so he could speak directly in Danny’s ear. “Other than cooking and eating time, I intend to keep you naked in my bed for the next four days.”
Danny knew from the heat in his face his fair skin had turned a dark red. He had goose bumps. “Let’s get out of here quick then.”
They’d been preparing for their December production of White Christmas since just after Halloween. Rehearsals were going well, but Danny looked forward to the four day break.
After all the kids had left, Danny gave the school theater a once over making sure nothing or even no one had been left behind. With a sigh of relief, he walked out and locked up.
His couldn’t wait for his first real holiday with his lover, Jason Sweet, to begin. Sure, they’d spent Halloween together. In fact they’d gone to Jude’s Halloween party with Jason dressed as the Scarecrow and Danny dressed as Dorothy from Wizard of Oz. He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten roped into that. But as far as he was concerned, Halloween wasn’t a real holiday. Certainly not the kind where just about everyone had the day off.
Danny walked out to the curb where Jason waited in his car to pick him up. They were going to a local specialty supermarket where fresh, range-free turkeys could be bought.
“Hey, how’d it go?” Jason asked with a smile when Danny got into the passenger side and closed the door.
“Pretty good. I think the kids will be more than ready come opening night.”
“That’s excellent. I’m looking forward to it.” Jason pulled away from the curb and drove the short distance to Sutter Bay’s only specialty grocery store. The parking lot was pretty full, but Jason finally found a spot to pull into several rows away from the front door.
They’d reached the turkey aisle when Jason turned to him, looking a little unsure of himself.
“What’s the matter?”
Jason shrugged, not looking at him. “Nothing. I just…you don’t really mind terribly much that I wanted it to only be the two of us for Thanksgiving, do you?”
Danny had to admit he had been a bit surprised when last week Jason asked if they could celebrate the holiday by themselves. The past couple of years he’d invited friends like Jude and Adam over. He’d initially felt bad about not inviting them, but found out pretty quick both men had other plans anyway.
“I’m good. As long as we can be together, that’s fine by me,” Danny assured him. He peered into the turkey selection. “I suggest we pick a fairly small one though unless you want to be eating leftovers between now and Christmas.”
They picked out a nine pound fresh bird and then headed down the other aisles, picking up potatoes, gravy mix, yams and cranberry sauce.
“Should we have a vegetable?” Jason asked peering at the produce.
Danny wrinkled his nose. “It’s Thanksgiving. Can’t we skip the healthy stuff?”
Jason looked amused. “Would it kill you to eat a few sprigs of broccoli?”
“Maybe.”
Jason grabbed a bag full of broccoli anyway. “My house, my way, and we’re having a vegetable.”
Next they went and picked up a frozen apple and frozen pumpkin pie. Danny figured they could manage to stick those in the oven tonight. It was true they didn’t yet officially live together. He would be spending the night at Jason’s. Maybe someday soon they could actually set up one residence and act like a normal couple. He hoped so. He’d even be willing to sell his place if Jason wanted to keep the Sweet home.
“Okay,” Jason said, glancing over a list. “That seems to be everything. Anything else?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
“All right let’s go pay and we can head home.” He leaned over closer so he could speak directly in Danny’s ear. “Other than cooking and eating time, I intend to keep you naked in my bed for the next four days.”
Danny knew from the heat in his face his fair skin had turned a dark red. He had goose bumps. “Let’s get out of here quick then.”
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Amber Quill Best Seller List for October
There's Sweet Reunion at #8. Made the list two months in a row. Fairly cool.
October 2009 Best Sellers!
1. The Tattooed Heart - J. M. Snyder (Gay / Contemporary)
2. Taming Triton - KC Kendricks (Gay / Contemporary)
3. Pas De Deux - Jamie Craig (Gay / Mystery / Suspense)
4. The Bear - P. A. Brown (Gay / Shapeshifter)
5. Bitter Creek's Redemption - T. A. Chase (Gay / The Old West)
6. An Imitation Of Life - Karma Eastwick (Gay / Contemporary)
7. Deeper Blue - A. J. Llewellyn (Gay / Contemp. / Mystery)
8. Sweet Reunion - Shawn Lane (Gay / Contemporary)
9. Reincarnation - Christiane France (Gay / Contemp. / Mystery)
10. Nick Of Time - T. A. Chase (Gay / Vampire)
October 2009 Best Sellers!
1. The Tattooed Heart - J. M. Snyder (Gay / Contemporary)
2. Taming Triton - KC Kendricks (Gay / Contemporary)
3. Pas De Deux - Jamie Craig (Gay / Mystery / Suspense)
4. The Bear - P. A. Brown (Gay / Shapeshifter)
5. Bitter Creek's Redemption - T. A. Chase (Gay / The Old West)
6. An Imitation Of Life - Karma Eastwick (Gay / Contemporary)
7. Deeper Blue - A. J. Llewellyn (Gay / Contemp. / Mystery)
8. Sweet Reunion - Shawn Lane (Gay / Contemporary)
9. Reincarnation - Christiane France (Gay / Contemp. / Mystery)
10. Nick Of Time - T. A. Chase (Gay / Vampire)
Friday, November 6, 2009
Damian's Feast, Part Three, the Conclusion
Some hours later, Damian smiled as one of the two cars he’d been waiting for, pulled into the driveway. “They’re here,” he called out.
Jake walked into the living room, fully dressed in loose fitting jeans and a burnt orange button-down shirt. He smiled a little nervously. “I thought the color would be perfect for Thanksgiving,”
“You look good enough to eat.” Damian hugged him and gave him a quick kiss before heading to the front door to open it for Chris’s parents, Greg and Lily, and his brother, Jeremiah, and finally his sister, Mary. They all had bolted for the door in the pouring rain. He flung open the door. “Happy Thanksgiving!”
He was instantly folded into a hearty wet hug by Jeremiah.
“Jeremiah, at least get out of your wet coat,” his mother scolded.
Jere laughed and peeled his raincoat off his slim body and then hugged Damian again. “Happy Thanksgiving,” he said, and then released Damian to turn to Jake, who stood just outside the front hallway. “Hi, Jake.”
Jake smiled. “Hi, Jere. Happy Thanksgiving. Same to you, Mary, and Mr. and Mrs. Hutchens.”
“It’s nice to see you again, Jake. Thanks for inviting us,” Chris’s mom said.
“It’s our pleasure.” Jake took her coat and scarf.
After they exchanged more pleasantries and their wet outer wear was taken care of, Damian led Chris’s family into the dining room, offering them whatever they wanted to drink. Everyone was talking at once. His gaze went to Jake, who stood to the side, although with a small smile. Someday, Damian thought, he’d feel more comfortable. It was all too new to Jake. He wished he could take away the bad memories from Jake, even though he knew it had all worked to shape the man he loved.
He heard the sound of the other car arriving and he gestured to Jake. His lover came over. “What?”
“There’s someone at the door, want to check for me?”
Jake nodded, looking confused. “Sure, okay.”
Jake walked out to the front hall and Damian followed him, watching as Jake opened the door. Standing on the doorstep were Jake’s aunts, Suzy and Caroline. He smiled at the stunned look on Jake’s face.
“What are you doing here?” Jake blurted out.
Suzy laughed. “We’re here for Thanksgiving, of course. Could you let us in? It’s wet and cold out here.”
Jake stood back. “How?”
Caroline handed him her coat. “Damian invited us, Jacob.”
Jake’s startled gaze flew to his. “I—that’s great. H-happy Thanksgiving.”
Suzy embraced him and Jake awkwardly patted her back. And then, to Damian’s somewhat amusement, Jake sort of patted Caroline’s head. He suppressed a laugh. “Welcome to our home. We’re glad you came. Come into the kitchen and meet everyone. We’ll be eating soon.”
Damian let the ladies walk ahead toward the kitchen. He grabbed Jake’s hand. “Okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just…can’t believe you did this. Even my aunts.” Jake looked away, unable to meet Damian’s gaze. “Aunt Caroline…the way she’s been…”
Damian pulled Jake against him. “Everyone deserves another chance. Don’t you think? If we didn’t give each other a second chance we wouldn’t have what we have.”
Jake’s blue eyes finally turned back to him, love shining from them. “You are so amazing.”
“They’re family. Your family. And I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Jake hugged him and then kissed him, a long lingering kiss. “Now, let’s eat this feast of yours.”
Jake walked into the living room, fully dressed in loose fitting jeans and a burnt orange button-down shirt. He smiled a little nervously. “I thought the color would be perfect for Thanksgiving,”
“You look good enough to eat.” Damian hugged him and gave him a quick kiss before heading to the front door to open it for Chris’s parents, Greg and Lily, and his brother, Jeremiah, and finally his sister, Mary. They all had bolted for the door in the pouring rain. He flung open the door. “Happy Thanksgiving!”
He was instantly folded into a hearty wet hug by Jeremiah.
“Jeremiah, at least get out of your wet coat,” his mother scolded.
Jere laughed and peeled his raincoat off his slim body and then hugged Damian again. “Happy Thanksgiving,” he said, and then released Damian to turn to Jake, who stood just outside the front hallway. “Hi, Jake.”
Jake smiled. “Hi, Jere. Happy Thanksgiving. Same to you, Mary, and Mr. and Mrs. Hutchens.”
“It’s nice to see you again, Jake. Thanks for inviting us,” Chris’s mom said.
“It’s our pleasure.” Jake took her coat and scarf.
After they exchanged more pleasantries and their wet outer wear was taken care of, Damian led Chris’s family into the dining room, offering them whatever they wanted to drink. Everyone was talking at once. His gaze went to Jake, who stood to the side, although with a small smile. Someday, Damian thought, he’d feel more comfortable. It was all too new to Jake. He wished he could take away the bad memories from Jake, even though he knew it had all worked to shape the man he loved.
He heard the sound of the other car arriving and he gestured to Jake. His lover came over. “What?”
“There’s someone at the door, want to check for me?”
Jake nodded, looking confused. “Sure, okay.”
Jake walked out to the front hall and Damian followed him, watching as Jake opened the door. Standing on the doorstep were Jake’s aunts, Suzy and Caroline. He smiled at the stunned look on Jake’s face.
“What are you doing here?” Jake blurted out.
Suzy laughed. “We’re here for Thanksgiving, of course. Could you let us in? It’s wet and cold out here.”
Jake stood back. “How?”
Caroline handed him her coat. “Damian invited us, Jacob.”
Jake’s startled gaze flew to his. “I—that’s great. H-happy Thanksgiving.”
Suzy embraced him and Jake awkwardly patted her back. And then, to Damian’s somewhat amusement, Jake sort of patted Caroline’s head. He suppressed a laugh. “Welcome to our home. We’re glad you came. Come into the kitchen and meet everyone. We’ll be eating soon.”
Damian let the ladies walk ahead toward the kitchen. He grabbed Jake’s hand. “Okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just…can’t believe you did this. Even my aunts.” Jake looked away, unable to meet Damian’s gaze. “Aunt Caroline…the way she’s been…”
Damian pulled Jake against him. “Everyone deserves another chance. Don’t you think? If we didn’t give each other a second chance we wouldn’t have what we have.”
Jake’s blue eyes finally turned back to him, love shining from them. “You are so amazing.”
“They’re family. Your family. And I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Jake hugged him and then kissed him, a long lingering kiss. “Now, let’s eat this feast of yours.”
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Jake and Damian Are Feeling the Love
Thanks everyone for stopping by this week for Damian's Feast. My former football players are feeling the love.
It's no secret that Jake has been somewhat perceived by some readers as being weak for his actions in Jake's Regret. I never thought of him that way and I know from speaking with some readers they didn't either. So those of you that choose to read Jake's Regret after reading the Thanksgiving story, I hope you like it. It's a little angsty.
Anyway, tomorrow is the conclusion of Damian's Feast.
Monday I will post part one of A Sweet Thanksgiving, which features Jason and Danny from Sweet Reunion.
Monday, November 16, I will post part one of Most Likely to Have a Successful Holiday, which features Clark and Thomas from Most Likely to Succeed.
And the final full week of November, Monday, November 23, I will post At Long Last Thanksgiving featuring Preston and Scotty from At Long Last.
Sometimes I wonder how I get myself into these things, lol.
And by popular demand, Kevin from Car Wash along with his beau, Michael, and their friends, Noah and Charlie from Pulling Away, will appear in December for a Christmas themed story. Don't yet know the exact date.
Thanks for your support.
It's no secret that Jake has been somewhat perceived by some readers as being weak for his actions in Jake's Regret. I never thought of him that way and I know from speaking with some readers they didn't either. So those of you that choose to read Jake's Regret after reading the Thanksgiving story, I hope you like it. It's a little angsty.
Anyway, tomorrow is the conclusion of Damian's Feast.
Monday I will post part one of A Sweet Thanksgiving, which features Jason and Danny from Sweet Reunion.
Monday, November 16, I will post part one of Most Likely to Have a Successful Holiday, which features Clark and Thomas from Most Likely to Succeed.
And the final full week of November, Monday, November 23, I will post At Long Last Thanksgiving featuring Preston and Scotty from At Long Last.
Sometimes I wonder how I get myself into these things, lol.
And by popular demand, Kevin from Car Wash along with his beau, Michael, and their friends, Noah and Charlie from Pulling Away, will appear in December for a Christmas themed story. Don't yet know the exact date.
Thanks for your support.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Damian's Feast, Part Two
Damian doubted he’d ever get used to the sight of Jake naked. As they fell onto the bed in the bedroom, bare skin to bare skin, he still couldn’t get over how lucky they both were.
Even a few months ago, he wouldn’t have believed he would be reunited with Jake. Now, he intended to make sure they were together for the rest of their lives. They’d wasted enough time.
His mouth came down hard on Jake’s, forcing the other man’s lips to part. A small moan escaped from Jake just before Damian’s tongue plunged into the hot, moist warmth inside.
He’d been this lucky three times in his life. Finding love with Jake in the first place when they were young professional football players. Maybe too young, if he thought about it. Finding Chris when Jake broke his heart, too afraid to admit his sexuality and too willing to give up his love for Damian in the process, and finally again with Jake, after Chris’s untimely death, and when Damian had started to believe he’d spend his last days alone.
“What?” Jake asked, his index finger brushing along Damian’s bottom lip. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern. His soft Alabama accent warmed Damian to his toes.
Damian smiled and shook his head. “Nothing. Just thinking a little. About the things I have to be grateful for, I guess.”
Jake’s lips curved and his hand inched down between their bodies, closing over Damian’s hard cock. “How about being grateful for this right now and you can reflect on other things later?”
Damian moaned and pushed his erection further into Jake’s grasp. “Oh, yeah, I’m pretty sure I can think later.”
He lowered his lips to Jake’s, tasting the sweet coffee Jake had been sipping only moments before. His lids half closed, his body unable to stop moving as his lover stroked his length. Jake’s fingertip grazed across the tip of his cock, running through the drop of pre-cum.
Damian gasped. “Damn, you’re good at that.”
“Everybody has to have a talent,” Jake whispered against his mouth.
He swallowed back a groan and gently pushed Jake’s magic hand away. “Gotta get the lube. Stomach or back?”
He scooted to the side of the bed and reached into the bedside table drawer for the lube. They didn’t use condoms anymore, both men having tested negative.
Jake’s mouth was twisted as though he were giving the question a great deal of thought. “Back.” He then sort of undulated to the top of the bed and hooked an arm under each leg, lifting himself, displaying his ass and his entrance for Damian.
Damian’s cock grew harder, if that were possible. His mouth dry, his pulse racing to the frantic beat of his heart, he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his hand. First he coated his dick, trying to resist the urge to stroke it. Too much sensation would send him over the edge and straight to his orgasm much too soon. He squirted out more liquid, coating his fingers liberally. “Ready, sweetheart?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He inserted two slicked fingers, preparing his lover. Jake had long since relaxed when they were making love that lubing the way inside him had become quick and easy. He held Jake’s gaze. Jake’s deep blue eyes were filled with a mixture of love, desire, and trust. It humbled him.
Damian withdrew his fingers and lined up the tip of his cock to Jake’s hole. Jake hitched his legs even higher in the air as Damian pushed in. Jake’s lids drifted closed, his lips curved into a pleased smile.
He waited just a few heartbeats, making sure he didn’t just plunge ahead. He wouldn’t hurt Jake for anything. Finally, Jake’s lashes flutter open briefly, then closed again. Damian decided that was as good as permission to continue. He slid in, all the way, fully engulfed inside Jake.
“Ah,” they gasped in unison.
Damian spread his hands on Jake’s legs and pulled him closer still, pulling out to just the tip, and then thrusting forward again, developing the rhythm they both craved. He wanted it to be a slow, loving coupling, but knowing he still had preparations to make for Thanksgiving and the arrival of their guests, Damian knew they couldn’t take the time Jake really deserved.
Jake moved one of his hands from his leg to his own cock, jerking it to the rhythm of Damian’s thrusts. His eyes remained closed, the small smile of pleasure still curved his lips. Damian didn’t think there had ever been a more beautiful man.
Speeding his strokes, Damian struggled to keep his own eyes open, wanting to watch Jake, loving the sight of his lover coming. He rammed hard and fast, seeking out and finding Jake’s prostate, provoking a breathless groan from his lover.
Damian slipped a hand to Jake’s cock, joining him in jerking the thick length. Jake’s eyes flew open, deep lust and perhaps a little shock shining from hem.
“Damian,” he gasped.
He paused, holding still, watching cum shoot from Jake’s cock. It splattered on his washboard stomach. The sight of the creamy substance sent a tingling jolt through his tightening balls. He pumped hard and fast, his release overtaking him, tearing a shout from him as he collapsed on his lover.
“I love you,” he whispered after a few minutes of trying to regain his breath.
“Love you, too,” Jake said, around a yawn.
Damian rose from the bed and leaned down to place a kiss on Jake’s nose. “Go ahead and sleep some more, sweetheart. I’m going to take a shower.”
Even a few months ago, he wouldn’t have believed he would be reunited with Jake. Now, he intended to make sure they were together for the rest of their lives. They’d wasted enough time.
His mouth came down hard on Jake’s, forcing the other man’s lips to part. A small moan escaped from Jake just before Damian’s tongue plunged into the hot, moist warmth inside.
He’d been this lucky three times in his life. Finding love with Jake in the first place when they were young professional football players. Maybe too young, if he thought about it. Finding Chris when Jake broke his heart, too afraid to admit his sexuality and too willing to give up his love for Damian in the process, and finally again with Jake, after Chris’s untimely death, and when Damian had started to believe he’d spend his last days alone.
“What?” Jake asked, his index finger brushing along Damian’s bottom lip. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern. His soft Alabama accent warmed Damian to his toes.
Damian smiled and shook his head. “Nothing. Just thinking a little. About the things I have to be grateful for, I guess.”
Jake’s lips curved and his hand inched down between their bodies, closing over Damian’s hard cock. “How about being grateful for this right now and you can reflect on other things later?”
Damian moaned and pushed his erection further into Jake’s grasp. “Oh, yeah, I’m pretty sure I can think later.”
He lowered his lips to Jake’s, tasting the sweet coffee Jake had been sipping only moments before. His lids half closed, his body unable to stop moving as his lover stroked his length. Jake’s fingertip grazed across the tip of his cock, running through the drop of pre-cum.
Damian gasped. “Damn, you’re good at that.”
“Everybody has to have a talent,” Jake whispered against his mouth.
He swallowed back a groan and gently pushed Jake’s magic hand away. “Gotta get the lube. Stomach or back?”
He scooted to the side of the bed and reached into the bedside table drawer for the lube. They didn’t use condoms anymore, both men having tested negative.
Jake’s mouth was twisted as though he were giving the question a great deal of thought. “Back.” He then sort of undulated to the top of the bed and hooked an arm under each leg, lifting himself, displaying his ass and his entrance for Damian.
Damian’s cock grew harder, if that were possible. His mouth dry, his pulse racing to the frantic beat of his heart, he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his hand. First he coated his dick, trying to resist the urge to stroke it. Too much sensation would send him over the edge and straight to his orgasm much too soon. He squirted out more liquid, coating his fingers liberally. “Ready, sweetheart?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He inserted two slicked fingers, preparing his lover. Jake had long since relaxed when they were making love that lubing the way inside him had become quick and easy. He held Jake’s gaze. Jake’s deep blue eyes were filled with a mixture of love, desire, and trust. It humbled him.
Damian withdrew his fingers and lined up the tip of his cock to Jake’s hole. Jake hitched his legs even higher in the air as Damian pushed in. Jake’s lids drifted closed, his lips curved into a pleased smile.
He waited just a few heartbeats, making sure he didn’t just plunge ahead. He wouldn’t hurt Jake for anything. Finally, Jake’s lashes flutter open briefly, then closed again. Damian decided that was as good as permission to continue. He slid in, all the way, fully engulfed inside Jake.
“Ah,” they gasped in unison.
Damian spread his hands on Jake’s legs and pulled him closer still, pulling out to just the tip, and then thrusting forward again, developing the rhythm they both craved. He wanted it to be a slow, loving coupling, but knowing he still had preparations to make for Thanksgiving and the arrival of their guests, Damian knew they couldn’t take the time Jake really deserved.
Jake moved one of his hands from his leg to his own cock, jerking it to the rhythm of Damian’s thrusts. His eyes remained closed, the small smile of pleasure still curved his lips. Damian didn’t think there had ever been a more beautiful man.
Speeding his strokes, Damian struggled to keep his own eyes open, wanting to watch Jake, loving the sight of his lover coming. He rammed hard and fast, seeking out and finding Jake’s prostate, provoking a breathless groan from his lover.
Damian slipped a hand to Jake’s cock, joining him in jerking the thick length. Jake’s eyes flew open, deep lust and perhaps a little shock shining from hem.
“Damian,” he gasped.
He paused, holding still, watching cum shoot from Jake’s cock. It splattered on his washboard stomach. The sight of the creamy substance sent a tingling jolt through his tightening balls. He pumped hard and fast, his release overtaking him, tearing a shout from him as he collapsed on his lover.
“I love you,” he whispered after a few minutes of trying to regain his breath.
“Love you, too,” Jake said, around a yawn.
Damian rose from the bed and leaned down to place a kiss on Jake’s nose. “Go ahead and sleep some more, sweetheart. I’m going to take a shower.”
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I'm Back
The San Diego Chargers won so I was very happy indeed! Had a great time. The weather was absolutely perfect, the sky crystal blue. Sort of the same color as my quarterback's uniform there in that picture.
And I posted part 1 of Damian's Feast. Part 2 will be up Wednesday and part 3 on Friday. Hope everyone has a great week.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Damian's Feast, Part One
Jake Fields stood at the living room windows in the Birmingham, Alabama, home he shared with his lover, Damian Grant. It was Thanksgiving morning, just barely seven, and pouring rain. He hugged himself against the slight chill in the house. Not the best day for traveling families.
He still wore his flannel pajama bottoms and a thin navy t-shirt. His dark hair stood on end. Bed hair. From where he stood he could hear Damian fussing around in the kitchen. His lover had insisted on getting up early to start the feast.
Jake yawned and took a large sip of his cream-filled, sweetened coffee. Truth be told, he wasn’t big on holidays. Well, not since his mother had passed years ago. When his old bastard of a father had still been alive, holidays were tense and filled with silence mostly. He spent each lonely Thanksgiving watching football, wishing he still played.
Now that he and Damian were partners, holidays had the potential to change drastically. Already, Halloween had passed and they’d spent a cheerful evening giving out bucket loads of candy.
He would have preferred Thanksgiving had been just the two of them, too. But Damian insisted the family of his late lover, Chris, always spent Thanksgiving with him and this year wouldn’t be any different. Jake would get used to big gatherings, Damian assured him.
The few times he’d met Chris’s family since reuniting with Damian he liked them. They were good people, kind to him, and obviously very fond of Damian. But Jake figured they couldn’t help but wish it was Chris there on Thanksgiving with Damian instead of him.
He heard Damian’s footsteps just before two big, strong arms wrapped around his waist drawing him back against his lover.
“Hmm.” Damian nuzzled his ear. “You all right, sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh. Just watching the weather. It’s raining pretty hard, are you sure everyone will be okay driving?”
Damian’s dark hand covered his and he threaded his fingers through Jake’s. “It’s not that far. They only live across town. Besides it might let up a little later when they’re due.”
He nodded, deciding not to push the issue. He was fairly sure he was grasping at an excuse to tell Chris’s family not to come and that wouldn’t be fair to Damian. Forcing the nervousness out of his voice, he asked, “So, what all are we having?”
“Turkey, of course, with pecan-cornbread stuffing, sweet potato casserole, stewed collards with ham, high-rise biscuits, and sweet potato pie.”
“Okay, that sounds good.” Jake smiled. He was going to get fat with Damian cooking for him all the time.
Damian found the pulse of his throat. “I’ve got things going in the kitchen and the family doesn’t arrive for a while, how about we go back to bed for a bit?”
His cock sprung to life at the mere suggestion. Well, he had been half-hard since Damian’s arms came around him. “I think that sounds like my kind of Thanksgiving.”
Damian tugged his arm and they headed down the long hallway to their bedroom. Jake could hear the rain pouring down outside, but here inside their home it was warm and cozy and filled with heavenly Thanksgiving scents. Maybe the holiday wouldn’t be so bad after all.
He still wore his flannel pajama bottoms and a thin navy t-shirt. His dark hair stood on end. Bed hair. From where he stood he could hear Damian fussing around in the kitchen. His lover had insisted on getting up early to start the feast.
Jake yawned and took a large sip of his cream-filled, sweetened coffee. Truth be told, he wasn’t big on holidays. Well, not since his mother had passed years ago. When his old bastard of a father had still been alive, holidays were tense and filled with silence mostly. He spent each lonely Thanksgiving watching football, wishing he still played.
Now that he and Damian were partners, holidays had the potential to change drastically. Already, Halloween had passed and they’d spent a cheerful evening giving out bucket loads of candy.
He would have preferred Thanksgiving had been just the two of them, too. But Damian insisted the family of his late lover, Chris, always spent Thanksgiving with him and this year wouldn’t be any different. Jake would get used to big gatherings, Damian assured him.
The few times he’d met Chris’s family since reuniting with Damian he liked them. They were good people, kind to him, and obviously very fond of Damian. But Jake figured they couldn’t help but wish it was Chris there on Thanksgiving with Damian instead of him.
He heard Damian’s footsteps just before two big, strong arms wrapped around his waist drawing him back against his lover.
“Hmm.” Damian nuzzled his ear. “You all right, sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh. Just watching the weather. It’s raining pretty hard, are you sure everyone will be okay driving?”
Damian’s dark hand covered his and he threaded his fingers through Jake’s. “It’s not that far. They only live across town. Besides it might let up a little later when they’re due.”
He nodded, deciding not to push the issue. He was fairly sure he was grasping at an excuse to tell Chris’s family not to come and that wouldn’t be fair to Damian. Forcing the nervousness out of his voice, he asked, “So, what all are we having?”
“Turkey, of course, with pecan-cornbread stuffing, sweet potato casserole, stewed collards with ham, high-rise biscuits, and sweet potato pie.”
“Okay, that sounds good.” Jake smiled. He was going to get fat with Damian cooking for him all the time.
Damian found the pulse of his throat. “I’ve got things going in the kitchen and the family doesn’t arrive for a while, how about we go back to bed for a bit?”
His cock sprung to life at the mere suggestion. Well, he had been half-hard since Damian’s arms came around him. “I think that sounds like my kind of Thanksgiving.”
Damian tugged his arm and they headed down the long hallway to their bedroom. Jake could hear the rain pouring down outside, but here inside their home it was warm and cozy and filled with heavenly Thanksgiving scents. Maybe the holiday wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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