All posts by Jet Mykles

As A Plate – Wonderland 2

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series Wonderland

Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009.

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©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

The mouthwatering scent of traditional Thanksgiving fare mingled with the moist, fruity scent from his shower as Ferris emerged from the bathroom. Hesitant, he stepped into Max’s bedroom, letting his eyes adjust to the darker room as he draped his towel over the back of a cushiony indigo settee. “Sir, aren’t we going out?”

“We are. Later.” His master set a small platter of turkey meat amidst the array of the food dishes that sat at one end of the long, sturdy table Max usually used for drafting or cutting fabric. The table had once been a fine, dark wood dining table and this afternoon its normal covering was gone so it could serve as one as well, although the setting was noticeably lopsided with all the food at one end and just a single, incomplete place setting at the other. “But first, you and I must eat.” Max busied himself with lighting the candelabra set in the center. “You know how those people are. The food there will be scarce if present at all.” Continue reading As A Plate – Wonderland 2

Obsession – Wonderland 1

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series Wonderland

Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009.

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© 2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Ferris tugged at the little tuft of thick curly cotton attached to the waistband of his tiny white vinyl shorts right at the crack of his ass. “This is a bad idea.”

Vondy giggled, well into an alcohol high despite the fact the two of them had just arrived at the party. “Nonsense. You look fabulous.” He tossed their coats onto the pile on the bed and slapped Ferris’s hand. “Stop that. You’ll jiggle it loose.”

Ferris scowled and switched to fingering the cuffs instead. White leather with shiny sterling D-rings that matched the collar around his neck. He felt so… exposed. His Halloween costume was all Vondy’s idea. He should have known better than to mention to his costume designer buddy that he wanted to get a certain someone’s attention. Now, here he was at Max’s exclusive party in Max’s designer house, dressed all in white vinyl, white leather and his own pale skin. The little white shorts were very much that: little. He was pretty sure the lower curves of his butt cheeks were visible and he knew they molded to his crack. Not to mention his cock which, only half-hard in hopeful anticipation of the night’s conclusion, managed to look bigger than normal. Shiny white suspenders of the same black-stitched vinyl were all the so-called clothing he had from the waist up and somehow manged to make his nipples look alarmingly pink. Even the sparse hair on his chest looked paler than usual, more like a very light coating of fur. White boots covered his feet to well above the ankles but, thankfully, Vondy hadn’t insisted on the heeled thigh highs. The headband that secured the fuzzy white and pink bunny ears to his head was obscured by the wild curls of his newly bleached, chin-length hair. He was normally a light blond anyway but Vondy had completed the white rabbit costume by turning his hair stark white. Even Ferris had to admit that it brought out the blue of his eyes and the pink of his lips. Vondy had helped things along by an artful application of makeup that made his eyes look even bigger and his lips far more generous than they were. Seeing himself in the mirror at Vondy’s had just made him more nervous. He looked like the main course for a wolf feast.

“Come, little bunny,” Vondy coaxed, taking hold of his arm. The sweep of his black cloak brushed Ferris’s bare legs. “Time to find your prey.” Continue reading Obsession – Wonderland 1

Holiday Nerves

Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2008.

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©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

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“Oh shit, they’re gonna hate me.”

“They’re not going to hate you.”

“I turned their son gay.”

“You didn’t turn their son gay.” Gale lost the battle with the laughter Frank knew he’d been holding in. “They’ve known I was gay for a while now.”

“But you haven’t brought anyone home for Thanksgiving before.”

Gale reached over to grab Frank’s hand, still keeping his eyes on the road as he drove. “I haven’t wanted to bring anyone home before.”

Frank’s heart swelled. On the one hand, oh my god how sweet was it that his boyfriend loved him enough to want him to meet the family. On the other hand, oh my god how frightening was it to be meeting his boyfriend’s family! Continue reading Holiday Nerves

Hiding Place – Skirt part 4

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the series Skirt

Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009.

Nothing of too much substance, but Finn and Jeff are back 🙂

NOT SAFE FOR WORK. Fair warning.

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©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“Jeez, you’re bad at this.”

Jeff rolled his eyes with a grin. He couldn’t see the teasing grin that would go with that tone on Finn’s face. The same one that’d been there all morning since Finn had wakened long before Jeff and used the time to hide all of the two dozen eggs they’d dyed the night before.

Sighing, Jeff shot Finn a glare then got to his knees beside the recliner in the corner. There was that grin on Finn’s delicious pink lips, accompanied by a quick pucker to throw him a kiss. Muttering good-naturedly to himself, Jeff got on his hands to look under the chair. Finn had denied him of all but the briefest of kisses since he’d had his morning coffee, insisting that Jeff find all the eggs first.

There. He reached into the dust beneath the chair to extract a pastel blue egg. “Y’know, I didn’t like egg hunting as a kid.”

Finn gasped. “How the hell can you not like hunting for Easter eggs?”

“My brother,” he set the egg on the table beside him then hunkered down again. Finn had hidden two eggs under the bookcase so it wasn’t beyond reason that he’d done the same here. “He was always better at it and the competition was fierce.” Nope, no eggs. He straightened up to his knees. “I think my parents cheated for him.”

Finn laughed gaily, squirming in his seat on the couch. He looked damn adorable. Not that he didn’t always, but he’d pulled on a frilly blue and white skirt that looked like part of a Bo Peep costume and wore fuzzy white rabbit slippers on the feet he had tucked up under him. He was shirtless but wore a lacy collar and cuffs to match the skirt. His silky black hair was pulled into two tails on either side of his head, both held by more bits of lace. Not being able to touch him was mostly what spurred Jeff on in the hunt. Continue reading Hiding Place – Skirt part 4

Family Issues – Skirt part 3

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series Skirt

Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009.

Since I raised the curiosity of problems with Finn’s family, guess I have to deliver, huh? So here’s Finn and Jeff again. No cute little costume this time. Hope you’ll like it anyway

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©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

He’s going to kill me. I should drive around for awhile. But Jeff turned down Finn’s street and stopped his car in front of Finn’s house. He was early. Finn wouldn’t be ready.

He’s going to kill me. But Jeff did it anyway. He picked up the two boxes of candy off the passenger seat and got out of the car. A cold February breeze brushed him but it wasn’t enough to prompt him to pull his overcoat out of the backseat. Besides, he was plenty warm with anticipation.

Taking a breath, he headed up the path toward the front door. He hadn’t been this close to the house since Halloween. What would he find on the other side? Finn still hadn’t allowed him to meet any of his family. Jeff knew he lived with his parents and his younger sister, but that was about it. Finn was so very good at deflecting any kind of discussion about his family that it was hard for Jeff to get a conversation started. He had meant to push the point over New Years’ but ended up not having the heart to rain on what turned out to be a fabulous weekend. And since… He’d tried, and failed. What he was doing now was perhaps not the best idea, but he figured it would at least force some kind of talk. He hoped to God it wouldn’t be a break up talk. Continue reading Family Issues – Skirt part 3

Candy – Skirt part 2

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series Skirt

Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2008.

Since Finn and his skirt was rather a hit around Halloween, thought I’d bring him and Jeff back for the December holidays. Besides, he showed me his new costume and I couldn’t resist.

Story is quite X-rated. NOT SAFE FOR WORK

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©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Jeff rounded the corner then slowed his car down in front of the one story blue house that was nearly hidden behind mostly well groomed trees and shrubbery. He considered getting out and going up paved walkway to the front door, but decided against it. Finn had told him to text when he got there and had been adamant that he not come to the door.  Since the last thing he wanted was to piss Finn off when he hadn’t seen him for three weeks, he stopped the car, left it running for the heat, and pulled out his cell to send a text to the amazingly cute guy who he’d sort of been seeing for two months now.

Continue reading Candy – Skirt part 2

Skirt – part 1

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series Skirt

This story was originally posted to Fiction with Friction in October 2008

This one’s rated X folks. NOT SAFE FOR WORK

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©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

 

“Eat all that and we won’t have any left for the kids.”

“So?” Finn plucked another bite-sized Snickers from the bowl. “There aren’t that many kids this year anyway.”

His mother gave him a wistful look. “I miss the days when you’d go out trick or treating.”

Finn laughed, crumpling waxed paper as he popped the chocolate treat into his mouth. “That was a long time ago, mom.”

She smoothed her hand over his hair, sighing. “I know.”

He flinched away. “Watch it, you’re gonna mess up the do.” Continue reading Skirt – part 1

Glory Boy – part 3

This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series Glory Boy

Originally posted to Fiction with Friction in 2008

By popular demand, here’s the next chapter of Eric and Bobby.

Sorry folks, I think this is it.

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©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Why was Eric so nervous?

As it turned out, Eric had only gotten to spend a small part of the weekend with Bobby. All hell broke loose at Bobby’s parents’ house. He’d spent the next few days dealing with their inability to handle his being gay. Since he’d only been in town for a few days anyway—had to get back for his summer job—that had ruined their chances of getting back together more than once. Bobby’d been really sweet about it, though. He’d called Eric every night on the sly, explaining that he didn’t tell his parents about Eric because he didn’t want to cause Linden Grove-type trouble. Eric knew well enough what he meant even if he couldn’t care less. Thinking back on it, he should have been more assertive, more seductive, more something to get into Bobby’s pants one last time.

But that would all be rectified very soon. Bobby had called him just last night and asked to see him. He was on his way now. Bobby had called him. He’d been trying to summon the courage to call the man for nearly two months and then Bobby had called him. Bobby was driving from the Los Angeles to Santa Barbara  because he wanted to see him. Eric was over-the-moon excited.

What did that mean? Continue reading Glory Boy – part 3

Glory Boy – part 2

This entry is part 1 of 3 in the series Glory Boy

Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2008.

Enough people asked me what happened next that I got curious myself. So here’s Eric and Bobby, after the fireworks…

Pairing: m/m

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©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“Be safe, sweetheart. Call us tomorrow if you’re staying out.”

“Okay, mom.” Eric flipped his cell phone shut.

“That’s it?”

Eric looked over at Bobby, who’d glanced at him from the driver’s seat. “What?”

“You just call and say you’re staying out all night?”

Eric laughed, sitting back in the passenger seat of Bobby’s Mustang GT. “My parents like to think of themselves as very progressive. As long as I call in every once and awhile, I can pretty much do what I want.” Continue reading Glory Boy – part 2