Join us at Fiction with Friction for another week of fiction, this time with the idea of Spring Break in mind. See how the FWF authors depict “Boys Gone Wild”, Monday April 6th through Sunday April 12th.
… meaning Hawaii. My blog today over at Fiction with Friction
©1996 Jet Mykles Pairing: m/f NOT SAFE FOR WORK A casual encounter via an elevator. ************************************************* Just watching him move, you can tell he’s an incredible lay. Those hips. Couldn’t they just pound into your groin until you couldn’t walk for days? Thighs, powerful and muscular, able to put some power behind those thrusts. And…
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On Saturday November 24, Literary Nymphs is hosting a chat! Come join me with Stephanie Vaughan, Anne Cain, Sharon Bidwell, Joely Skye, Luisa Prieto and Matthew Haldeman-Time with the possibility of Michael Barnette, Katrina Strauss, Jules Jones and Ally Blue dropping in. When? Saturday November 24 @ 9:00 am EST until we stop Where? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LiteraryNymphsChat/
I posted some thoughts about the Gay For You theme at Fiction with Friction
OK, here, finally, is the sex.
This isn’t edited, it’s straight from my draft. So there may be errors and I am solely to blame for them. Hopefully, there aren’t so many as to intrude on the story.
NOT NEARLY SAFE FOR WORK
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©2012 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
It rained. Hard. Eriyk and Dakota huddled in Eriyk’s little sportscar and hoped the torrent didn’t rip open the fabric top. When they got to the restaurant, it was to find a crowd in the waiting area. They just heard the last of the hostess telling the crowd that a leak in one of the dining rooms meant that some reservations were going to have to be postponed.
“Well, shit.” Dakota stood beside Eriyk, listening although he couldn’t see the hostess over the people in front of him. He smoothed wet fringe from his face and looked up at Eriyk. “You want to bail?”
God, he looks good. Even soaking wet — maybe especially soaking wet — Dakota was a beacon of warmth, the chestnut and black of the hair plastered to his head resembling a banked fire. Heart sinking, Eriyk shrugged. “It’s up to you.”
Dakota glanced out the open doors at the sheet of water pounding the pavement. He huddled a little in his raincoat. The freak late-spring storm wasn’t especially cold, but it was ferocious. “Eh, it’s not worth it. Let’s find someplace else.”
“You sure? I’m supposed to wine and dine you here.”
Dakota grinned as he led the through the people who’d come in behind them. “There’s wine and food in other places and this one’s too crowded. Let’s get out of here.”
The short trek back to the car re-drenched them since neither of them had deigned to bring an umbrella. Eriyk had only grabbed a coat at the last minute to protect his silk shirt and at least part of his dress slacks. He was pretty sure it was the same for Dakota. Late-spring storms weren’t uncommon in Appaloosa Valley but he still hadn’t expected it. He started the car and turned on the engine to heat up. Rain pounded on the canvas top of his convertible. “Where to?”
Dakota stared at him from the passenger seat. “Gotta do something first.”
“What?”
Without another word, Dakota reached over to hook a hand around the back of Eriyk’s neck. He pulled, Eriyk leaned and their lips met somewhere over the stickshift. Eriyk moaned, opening his lips in response to Dakota’s probe and they played tongue-wrestle for who knew how many minutes. They hadn’t kissed when Eriyk picked Dakota up and they’d mostly laughed about the weather on the way over. Eriyk’s heart soared that it was Dakota who’d taken the initiative.
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