holidays

  • | | |

    Make Me Yours – Wonderland 3

    ByJet Mykles

    Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009

    NOT SAFE FOR WORK

    ***********************

    ©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

    “Grant.” From his seat on the small couch, Max held up the embossed photo album, smiling from ear to ear. “Thank you.”

    Grant returned the smile and raised his drink in acknowledgment of thanks. “Happy holidays, boss man.”

    Max twisted to face the smaller man seated beside him. “And you.” Setting the album on the table before him, Max disregarded the crowd surrounding them as he loomed over Ferris, forcing the smaller man back against the arm of the couch. “Thank you. For everything.”

  • | | |

    As A Plate – Wonderland 2

    ByJet Mykles

    Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009.

    NOT SAFE FOR WORK

    *******************

    ©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.”

  • | | | |

    Obsession – Wonderland 1

    ByJet Mykles

    Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009.

    NOT SAFE FOR WORK

    *********************

    © 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.

  • | | | |

    Holiday Nerves

    ByJet Mykles

    Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2008.

    NOT SAFE FOR WORK

    ©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

    ************************************
    “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!

  • | | | |

    Hiding Place – Skirt part 4

    ByJet Mykles

    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.

    **************************

    ©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.

  • | | | |

    Candy – Skirt part 2

    ByJet Mykles

    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

    *********************************

    ©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 on the full post

  • | | | |

    Skirt – part 1

    ByJet Mykles

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

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

    *********************************

    ©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.”

    She gave him a long silent look and he read what she was thinking loud and clear. Although she didn’t say anything, he knew she was confused by his choice to wear dresses. He didn’t do it every day, but it wasn’t exactly an odd occurrence, even when it wasn’t Halloween. She just didn’t understand and he’d given up trying to explain himself.

    After dropping the candy wrapper in the little wastebasket next to the sideboard, he smoothed a hand up the snug blue bodice and checked his upstanding high, white collar. Then a quick check to his swept up hairstyle in the mirror to make sure she hadn’t messed it up. He’d spent a lot of time pinning his own hair up just right, after all. He was rather proud of his Snow White costume. He especially liked the short, frilly yellow skirt and the opaque white tights that showed off his legs. His cape lay on his bed upstairs, waiting for him to pick it up for the party later on that night. A party where he hoped his costume would gain him attention so he could get laid.

    But first, he was on candy duty.

    Read more on the website

  • | | |

    Glory Boy – Part 1

    ByJet Mykles

    This story was originally posted back in 2008 at Fiction with Friction as part of our Independence Day week of short fiction. It’s number one of a series of three.

    Pairing: m/m

    Edited a bit recently. NOT SAFE FOR WORK

    ***********************

    © 2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

    “The glory boy is home.” Eric rolled his eyes. “My life is complete.”

    Nancy turned her head to look in the same direction “Where?”

    Switching his weight to his other elbow, he lifted his arm from the wooden railing and pointed toward the gazebo. “Over there, talking to Mr. Wilson.”

    She tilted her head down to look over her sunglasses. “Oh yeah. Man, he’s still hot.”

    Eric replaced his elbow on the railing and sunk his chin back on his palm. “Yes he is.”

    She chuckled. “Too bad he’s not gay, huh?”

    <<<< See full post for more >>>>>

  • | | | |

    A Ghost Story

    ByJet Mykles

    © 2005 Jet Mykles A witch has an unusual manner of exorcism. It may be of note that I’ve wondered if this witch lives in the Leashed world. ************************************************* Humming softly, I walked straight through the unlocked doorway. It was rather easy, since the door itself had fallen from deteriorated hinges and lay rotting on…