Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #4 (2.2)

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In this week's episode of The Sheriff, Dustin runs into a customer who is pretty easy on the eyes, but does that mean he should go for it? Does trouble just seem to follow him around? See what's up with him! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's going on with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #4 (2.2)

Dustin cleared his throat. He must have misheard what the man said. His luck didn’t run that way, and he sure as hell didn’t need any more misunderstandings with hot men. He’d had enough of those to last a while. “I’m sorry, what game system were you interested in?”

The man addressed as Jordy cocked his head and regarded Dustin with what could only be regarded as a smoldering look. “What kind of games do you play?”

That wasn’t helping any, depending on what this guy meant by games.

The longer Dustin stared at his customer’s lips, the more he wished he could taste them—at least once. He shook his head to clear the inappropriate image, trying to remember what actual games he did play, but that didn’t help.  His mind had just gone blank.

“Anything, pretty much,” he said, wishing he didn’t sound so much like an idiot. Make up something, try to make the sale! Kenny was probably watching his every move. It wouldn’t take much for Kenny to recommend the manager fire him, and Dustin knew it.

“I don’t have any favorites,” the other man admitted. “I like to try… different things.”

Damn, this conversation was going in a whole other direction from what he’d anticipated it would when he offered to help this guy’s mother. What had she called her son?  Jordy? What kind of name was that for a grown man? Probably short for Jordan.

Jordan’s eyes seemed to absorb Dustin, beginning with his lips and moving south. He was making Dustin horny without even touching him. If this kept up, Dustin would have to excuse himself and find some private relief, or risk embarrassment.

“Well, what game system do you have now?” He tried to steer the conversation back into safe waters.

“I prefer pc games.”

“Then why was your mother standing in this aisle?” Dustin blurted out without thinking.

“She doesn’t know any better.” Jordan smiled.

Dustin’s cheeks heated. If Kenny heard him talk like that, he’d be out the door in record time.  

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“No harm done. Tell you what, though, you can make it up to me.”

“How do you mean?” Dustin glanced at him suspiciously. Jordan’s angelic expression gave away nothing, but Dustin just knew whatever he wanted, it had nothing to do with computers.

“You ever hear of a place called Partners?”

“Yeah,” Dustin said cautiously. “I’ve been there before. Why do you ask?”

“Meet me there tonight. We can have a little fun. What do you say”—he glanced at Dustin’s name tag, pinned to his chest—“Dustin?”

His brain told him to say no, but his lips had let out a “Yes” before he had time to think about it too much. Jordan’s smile grew even wider. Damn, he was good looking.

“I’ll meet you there at eight,” Jordan said.

Before Dustin had a chance to tell him he’d changed his mind, or list the reasons why this wasn’t a good idea, Jordan’s mother had returned.

“Did you find what you wanted?” she asked her son.

“I did. Now I’m going to look at some computer games.” He winked at Dustin, before he took his mother’s arm. “Why don’t you show me everything that’s new?”

“Yes, sir. Right this way.” Dustin was attempting to take control of the situation, but he had a feeling he was failing miserable as he led them to the appropriate aisle. He wondered just what he’d gotten himself into…even as he was looking forward to the night.

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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #3 (2.1)

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As The Sheriff continues, we find that Dustin isn't particularly happy with the job his cousin got for him. But beggars can't be choosers, so he hangs on to it. See how well that works out for him in today's episode. And don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #3 (2.1)

Dustin couldn’t decide which was worse—having a customer or not having one. He wasn’t all that computer literate himself, but he knew enough to get by. The real reason he even had this job was because of Denver. And frankly, he didn’t care for it. He couldn’t see doing this for the rest of his life. Or anything else related to sales. And most definitely not fast food.

He wanted to do something more interesting, maybe even exciting. Like law enforcement. But he had no idea how to go about that, which was why he’d wanted to talk to Roy. He was a sheriff, surely he could give Dustin pointers on how to get into the field.

But Sheriff Landry had been less than helpful. What crawled up his ass and died? You’d think he would have been in a good mood, after just seeing his best friends get married. It seemed as though the man had deliberately avoided Dustin after that. Whenever Dustin tried to approach him, he flat out moved the other way.  Finally, Dustin gave up and told Denver he’d wait for him in the car. He exited the house in a huff and sat waiting for Denver until his cousin was ready to go.

An  annoying buzz echoed loudly through the store. Dustin knew that what meant—a customer had just crossed over the threshold. If he had a choice in the matter, he would prefer to see some nerdy guy walk through the door. That kind generally didn’t require assistance. They knew what they wanted, and they were happy to find it for themselves.

Damn. This one was a woman, somewhere between middle age and senility. Guess he should offer to help her. He’d been sitting on a stool behind the counter, counting the minutes until time to go. Not much else to do. He slowly unfolded himself from the seat and slowly moved in the direction of the sales floor. He heard a sharp voice behind him, coming from the doorway that led into the back room.

“Customer!”

Like Dustin didn’t know.

“I can hear,” he mumbled under his breath, never looking back toward Kenny, his immediate supervisor. Kenny was one of those guys who still lived in their parents’ basement even after he turned thirty. Fat and stupid, that was Kenny. He always looked down his nose at Dustin, like Dustin wasn’t good enough to breathe the same air as him, ‘cause Dustin came from a town a whole lot smaller than Tucker Falls. Dustin spent half his day fighting the urge to punch Kenny in his big fat nose.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” Dustin politely asked. She was standing in the aisle which contained various game systems. Nintendos and Xboxes and Playstations. The store offered the latest version of each.

“I’m looking for something for my son,” she said. “A gift for his birthday.”

Dustin refrained from rolling his eyes. Probably some entitled brat who had every electronic gadget known to man, and then some. “Maybe an Xbox?”Dustin suggested. “Or do you think he’d prefer one of the new PS4s? We have the latest model. There are certain advantages to having one,” he recited his standard litany.

The woman frowned, as if the terms confused her.  Dustin stifled a sigh and cast a surreptitious glance at his watch. With any luck, he could make this sale and get out of here without too much effort.

“I don’t know much about these things,” the woman confessed.

Then how do you plan to pick one?

Dustin held his tongue, though. “Well, what kind of games does he like to play? Maybe we can start there.”

The woman looked even more clueless than ever. Dustin knew this would not be easy.

“Oh, here he comes now,” she chirped, brightening as she gazed past Dustin just as he heard the buzzer go off again.

So this wasn’t a surprise. Good. Let the kid pick out what he wanted and see what games he could talk him into.

Dustin turned just as the newcomer joined them. Rather than being the nerdy teenager Dustin had imagined, this young man was maybe nineteen or twenty, stood a few inches taller than Dustin, was built for days, and possessed incredibly blue eyes and very kissable lips.

Dustin’s mouth dropped open at the sight.

The dark-haired god gave Dustin a bemused look. “I was parking the car,” he explained.

“Tell him what you want, Jordy,” the woman said. “I’m going to the ladies’ room, be right back.”

“Sure, Ma,” Jordy said good-naturedly.

Dustin didn’t know what to say, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. What had the mother said? Oh yeah, ask the son… so not a kid… what he wants.

“Um, yeah, so what did you want?” he managed to get out, cursing himself for sounding so stupid.
In reply, Jordan leaned down, as if to give something on the shelf a closer look. But Dustin heard what he said very clearly.

“What if I said I wanted you?” came the unbelievable question.

Holy shit, was this guy really hitting on him?
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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #2

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by our one of our prompts!

This week, my new story, The Sheriff continues. Last week we saw Sheriff Roy Landry, at the wedding reception for Marshall and Lee, once the grooms have made their escape, and this week we'll see a little of what makes Dustin tick. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #2

Damn, that man’s cold.

Dustin watched Roy walk away, feeling as if he’d just been dismissed. Why the attitude? He scowled. What had Lee and Marshall told the sheriff about him? Okay, maybe the relationship between the three of them had gotten a little… tricky. Didn’t mean he deserved to be dissed by one of their friends.

He’d have to ask Marshall about that next time he saw him. Couldn’t just come out and blurt out what he wanted to know. That never got you anywhere. Well, not with Marshall, anyway. And talking to Lee was out of the question. Lee didn’t particularly like Dustin, and Dustin knew it, although it wasn’t as bad as it had been when Dustin was hitting on Marshall. But things were better between him and Marshall now, so maybe he’d be willing to tell him the truth. If he could get him alone, that would be even better, although he wouldn’t push it.

Marshall was a good-looking guy, and maybe Denver had crushed on him a little. And maybe he’d come on a little strong, trying to get with him. Hell, shit happened. Couldn’t blame a guy for trying. Besides, Lee was old enough to be Marshall’s father, even if he was good-looking for his age.

He took a long drink of his beer, contemplating Roy, who was talking to someone he didn’t recognize, another wedding guest. Probably one of the locals. Well, that hadn’t gone very smoothly at all. Dustin was really interested in getting involved in law enforcement. He had a feeling Roy could teach him a few things. The man was pretty built for his age, and gave off that sort of don’t-fuck-with-me aura that Dustin admired. And Dustin really wanted to do something with his life. Something worthwhile.

Damn, why was Tucker Falls so far away? Why couldn’t his cousin live here in Burnham? He got the impression this was a very close-knit community.  Here they were in the middle of Nowhere, Texas, celebrating a gay wedding—back home, that would never happen. He yearned to be part of a community like this one. That’s one of the reasons why he’d moved in with Denver in Tucker Falls, hoping to find his place in the world. Someplace where people would actually be happy to see him.

But so far that wasn’t happening. The job at the computer store was boring. None of the other employees acted as though they even remotely liked him, although he had no idea what he might have done to piss off any of them.

Of course, why should they be any different than his own family? He’d been shuffled around from relative to relative as long as he could remember. It had taken him a while to figure out that wasn’t how normal people lived.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Dustin replied.

He glanced at his cousin, who stood beside him, beer in hand. Denver was only about eighteen months older than Dustin, but sometimes he acted more like he was Dustin’s guardian than his first cousin. Denver liked to gel his wavy blond hair—so it would stay put, as he put it—and he liked to dress in bold colors. But he was a good guy, and Dustin liked him. Denver was about the only one in his family Dustin had anything to do with anymore, which is why he asked could he move in with him.

Denver gave him a sharp look. Dustin felt his cheeks grow hot under his cousin’s scrutiny. “I saw you talking to Roy. He’s a good man.”

Dustin nodded. “Seems like he is,” he said noncommittally.

“He’s best friends with Lee and Marshall, you know.”

“Yeah, I figured that,” Dustin said, wondering where this conversation was headed.

“Plus he’s straight.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. Apparently Denver thought he would hit on anything with a dick, didn’t he? Sounded like a warning there. An unnecessary warning. He wasn’t interested in the sheriff in a sexual way, just a lawman type of way.

Not like that was doing him any good, anyway.

“Good for him,” Dustin muttered just before he tipped back his bottle and drained it. “I’m going to get some air,” he said and walked away from his cousin before either of them said anything stupid. Especially him. He couldn’t afford to fuck this up by having a big mouth. If things didn’t work out with Denver, he had nowhere else to go.

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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #1

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts!

As you'll recall, last week we finished Marshall and Lee's story, but don't worry, they're still around. This week the story continues from a different perspective as we get to know Sheriff Roy Landry a little better. I've given the story a working title of The Sheriff for now, but that's subject to change. I hope you enjoy my  new tale. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

The Sheriff #1

To Lee and Marshall.

Roy Landry raised his bottle of beer in a silent toast to the two men—his two best friends—who had just departed the wedding reception being held for them in Roy’s home. But that was traditional, wasn’t it? The newlyweds were always the first to leave. At least that was the case in Roy’s experience, and he’d been to a few weddings over the years.

He was beyond happy for the newlyweds, and he envied Marshall and Lee and what they had. He’d never met such a loving, devoted couple in his entire life.  And he’d never seen two people fight so hard to be together. Maybe their relationship was unorthodox in the eyes of the rest of the world, but to him they were perfect for one another. And he was happy to have become a part of their lives, even if the circumstances of their meeting were less than stellar. And proud to have been instrumental in their reunion after a horrific five year separation.

Hopefully, they’d have nothing but smooth sailing ahead of them, to make up for some of that unwarranted turbulence. And hopefully Lee’s ex would never show her face in Burnham again. After her last reception, Roy rather doubted she would.

 “So you’re a minister, are you?”

A voice broke into his thoughts, drawing Roy back to the present. Dustin stood beside him, long neck in hand.  Dustin’s cousin Denver was a friend of theirs, part of a small group that liked to hang out at a place called Partners, in nearby Tucker Falls. Dustin had helped Marshall out of a difficult situation at Partners—got him away from a pushy jackass who didn’t know how to accept no for an answer and was willing to inflict pain to get his point across. Roy was grateful to Dustin for that. But according to Marshall and Lee, he had the ability to be a real pain in the ass, too, and Lee’d had to put him in his place more than once.

Knowing Lee, Dustin should consider himself lucky he only got a talking-to.

All in all,  Roy trusted the boy about as far as he could throw him.

“Something like that,” Roy replied evasively. He didn’t think it was any of Dustin’s business one way or another. No, the ceremony he’d performed wasn’t legal, but there was no way anyone would allow that for Marshall and Lee, so Roy had done the best he could, and none the wiser who didn’t already know the truth. Which didn’t include Dustin, or even Denver. Theirs was not a secret to be told lightly, and Roy would never betray their faith in him by telling anyone what he knew.

“Did you do it over the Internet?” Dustin persisted. He was tall and blond, with hazel eyes and a cleft in his chin that some might consider attractive. He wasn’t a bad looking kid. Just not Roy’s type.
Roy wasn’t sure what his type was, but he liked his dates to be a little more… mature. And female. Not that he had anything against gay men, he just didn’t happen to be one.

“Some people do,” Roy said vaguely. “You thinking about becoming a man of the cloth?”

Dustin snorted. “Yeah, right. I don’t exactly see that happening any time soon. I think that would be more Denver’s style than mine.”

“What’s more my style?” Speak of the devil, there was Denver now. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes slightly glazed. Looked like he was having a great time.

“Your cousin seems to think you might be interested in being a priest,” Roy joked.

Denver glanced at Dustin and shook his head. “You better hope not. If I go into a convent, you’re out of a place to live.”

That produced an unexpected giggle from Dustin. “You getting a sex change operation, Den? 
Convents are for nuns.”

Denver shrugged, letting the words roll off his back. “Whatever. I’m just saying you’d better watch yourself. You remember our deal.”

As Roy watched, the young man’s face flushed almost angrily, and for a moment, Roy thought he was going to say something possibly inappropriate. But the moment passed, and Dustin didn’t say anything. Roy watched the rise and fall of his well-built chest as he calmed himself.

“Yeah, I remember,” he said at last.

“Good. I’m going to get another beer, want one?” The question was aimed at both Dustin and Roy.

“I’m good,” Roy said, and Dustin echoed the sentiment. Denver gave his cousin a final look before heading toward the kitchen, where the coolers were.

A moment of awkward silence sat between them.

“So I hear you’re going to work with Denver at the computer store?” Roy ventured after a couple of minutes.

“Yeah, for now.” Dustin shrugged. “Not exactly the job of my dreams, though.”

“What would that be?” Roy asked in spite of himself. He was tempted to walk away from the conversation, but it was his house, so how far could he really go?

“I’d like to do what you do. Law enforcement,” came the surprise answer.

The words caught Roy off guard. He froze, bottle of beer halfway to his lips. “You would?” He couldn’t think of any better response off the top of his head.

“Yeah. Need a deputy?” Dustin asked hopefully.

“Nope,” Roy said with what he hoped was a note of finality. “If you’ll excuse me, I should mingle a little.” He turned and walked off, not waiting for a response.

Like that would happen. Yeah, right. When Hell froze over.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #73 (17.5)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Today, the journey of Marshall and Lee comes to an end. But never fear, they'll still be around, we'll just be seeing them from a different perspective. I hope you've enjoyed reading about them, and I look forward to continuing the story in a different direction. And don't forget, after you've read the last chapter of Moving Forward, to go see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Moving Forward #73 (17.5)


“Like right now?” Lee asked. He nipped lightly at Marshall’s bottom lip. Damn, that hurt so good.

“No, not right now. Some other time. Right now I just want you in me,” Marshall said. “I want you to make me yours forever.” Not like they hadn’t done that before, many times, but tonight was special. Tonight was the beginning of the rest of their lives. This time would be different, at least in Marshall’s mind.

Without asking, Lee removed the bonds that held Marshall’s feet in place and eased his legs onto the bed.

Marshall was glad he hadn’t had to make the request to be untied. The position hadn’t been painful, but he could hardly wrap his legs around Lee if they were tied up, now could he? And if he did that, then Lee could plunge deeper inside him, as far as he could go.

Lee gently massaged each foot, making sure the circulation had returned, before he slowly kissed his way down each of Marshall’s legs. He licked the tip of Marshall’s softening cock. He felt it twitch in response.

Looks like somebody’s ready for another go.

Lee’s hand slid lower, brushing over Marshall’s hole, teasing his pucker before he slid the tip of one finger inside.

Marshall didn’t think that was near enough. “More,” he practically begged. “I can take it. Don’t stop there.”

Lee obliged, pushing his finger all the way in, then adding a second, quickly followed by a third. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he said.

“Never too much,” Marshall said.  “I’m ready. Hell, I’m more than ready for you.”

Suddenly Lee twisted his fingers, and Marshall gasped in surprise.

“Oh God,” he moaned.

Lee repeated the action, eliciting another moan. Not removing his fingers yet, he stretched them out and touched on Marshall’s prostate. Marshall arched his back and yelped his pleasure, his body sizzling as every nerve was set on fire. He cock was hardening again. He slid his hand across the hypersensitive skin and felt it tingle.

Lee pulled his fingers out, but before Marshall had time to mourn their loss, he’d pushed himself inside in one swift thrust.

Oh yeah. This was what he was talking about. Marshall gasped, adjusting to Lee’s presence inside of him. Lee fit perfectly, as if they were built for one another. Marshall had to believe they were.
Lee began to withdraw, slowly and steadily, until he was almost completely out, then he quickly slammed back in again. Marshall had no words, betraying his pleasure with every sound he made.
He tilted his hips, wrapping his legs around Lee’s waist and locking his ankles at the base of Lee’s spine.

“Hold on tight,” Lee murmured, filling Marshall completely and utterly, until it was impossible to tell where one left off and the other began.

Marshall thrust his hips in sync with Lee’s movements. His hand snaked between them and pumped his cock until he came again, spraying them both with his cum. He felt Lee’s body tighten as he found his release, felt the tremors as Lee came inside of him, and they rode the waves of their mutual orgasms before falling back on the bed, spent.

Lee wrapped his arms about Marshall, pulling him close. They were sweaty and sticky, and smelled like sex, but neither one cared. Marshall’s ass was sore, but in a pleasurable way.

They lay together without speaking, letting their breathing even out. Lee propped himself up on one elbow and pushed back a strand of Marshall’s hair.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Lee said.

Marshall smiled. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“Ready to get back to work tomorrow?”

Actually, Marshall was. He liked what he did. It wasn’t just a job, it was a passion with him. He loved working with Lee, and he wouldn’t change anything about their lives. Not now, not ever.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Let’s clean up and get some sleep,” Lee suggested. “Tomorrow’s another day.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Marshall quipped.  He held up his left hand, the wedding band glinting in the light from the bedside table. His heart swelled every time he looked at it. “Hey, does this mean you have to obey me too, now?”

Lee’s brow arched. “Is that what you think? You know you’re not too big to spank, right?”

“Promises, promises.” Marshall stuck out his tongue. Lee caught it handily and tangled his own with it, turning it into a kiss.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure there are spankings in your future. Now come on, into the shower before we both fall asleep here.”

“Yes, dear.” Marshall rolled over and off the bed, shaking his ass provocatively. As expected, he received a light slap for his effort.

They laughed all the way into the bathroom.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #72 (17.4)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day!  If it's Wednesday, it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

The wedding night continues for Marshall and Lee as we wind down their story in Moving Forward. But don't worry, a new tale will begin, with familiar characters! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving Forward #72 (17.4)

Lee repeated the same ministration on Marshall’s other nipple, then sucked at it fiercely. Only the cockring that held him in check kept Marshall from exploding prematurely.

Never pausing for breath, Lee continued to kiss his way down Marshall’s chest and stomach, his fingers caressing and stroking every inch of flesh he could reach.

Marshall wished his hands were free so he could touch Lee. Not being able to was the most exquisite torture. He writhed beneath Lee’s touch, arching into him, waiting for him to reach his cock and touch it. But when he came to Marshall’s groin, Lee passed over his cock as if it wasn’t there. He continued to tongue Marshall’s inner thigh instead.

“Damn, you’re evil,” Marshall moaned.

Lee looked up at him, his eyes so blue they were almost purple, and Marshall got lost in their depths all over again. “Evil?” He arched a brow.

“Yeah. But in a good way,” Marshall amended.

“What makes me evil?”

“The way you aren’t touching me.”

Lee laughed gently. “So, what would you like?”

“Right now? I’d like to be able to touch you,” Marshall quickly responded.

“Your wish is my command,” Lee murmured. He lightly licked the tip of Marshall’s weeping cock, producing another moan.

So. Damn. Good.

Lee slowly crawled his way back up Marshall’s body, deliberately rubbing against Marshall as he did.  Their skin was slick with a mixture of sweat and pre-cum. Lee lightly pinched Marshall’s hyper-sensitive nipple, before he removed the tie which bound Marshall’s hands. He threw the tie aside, then  rubbed the wrists gently. “Does that hurt?”

“Not a bit.” Marshall took advantage of his new freedom to wrap his arms around Lee. He ran his fingers along Lee’s back, stroking the warm flesh. Much better.

“That what you want?” Lee asked.

Marshall nodded. “To start with…”

“What else would you like?”

“You. Inside me.”

“My favorite position,” Lee said just before he claimed Marshall’s lips, silencing further discussion.
Marshall could never get tired of kissing Lee. His lips were firm and yet soft, gentle and passionate. And even after three years, Lee’s every touch still sent shivers up and down Marshall’s spine. He had no doubt he’d love Lee forever.

When they came up for air, Marshall noticed Lee’s lips were kiss-swollen, probably much like his own.

“Mouth or hand?” Lee asked, and Marshall knew exactly what he meant. Was there any real choice to be made? Between Lee jacking him off and Lee sucking him off, lips won every time. He laid one finger against Lee’s lips in response and felt Lee smile.

“Time to remove the toys, I think.”

“I think so too,” Marshall agreed. He took advantage of Lee’s proximity to squeeze each cheek firmly. Then he trailed a single finger along Lee’s cleft, across his hole. Lee sucked in his breath, obviously taken by surprise.

“Oh damn, boy,” he murmured. “You trying to tell me something?”

“That I think you have a very fine ass, yeah. And sometimes I like to be inside of it,” Marshall admitted.

But not right now, now he needed Lee to top, and he needed his cock in the worst possible way.

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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #71 (17.3)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day!  If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

The wedding night continued in this week's episode, as Moving Forward draws to a close. But never fear, even though their story is winding down, you'll still be seeing Marshall and Lee, just from other perspectives! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Moving Forward #71 (17.3)


They emerged from the shower a short time later. Returning to their bedroom, they dried themselves thoroughly before falling together on the bed, lips meshed, bodies taut with desire.

The urgency which had impelled them into the shower had been replaced with a more sensual languor, immediacy exchanged for a sensual subtlety. This night was theirs to enjoy. No need to rush; they could take their time and prolong their pleasure.

“Would you like me to get out some of our toys?” Lee asked.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Marshall agreed, even though it meant Lee leaving the bed. But he knew it wouldn’t be for long, and it wasn’t. He placed a couple of items on the bedside table before he turned to Marshall.

 First, he bound Marshall’s wrists together with one of his ties and placed his hands above his head. Then he secured his feet in a similar fashion, one to each bed post.

“You’re mine,” Lee whispered, “now and for always, and nothing will ever change that.”
       
“Nothing,” Marshall murmured in agreement.     
                                                                                        
Spread-eagle now, completely exposed, Marshall watched Lee with avid interest. Selecting a black ring, he secured it around Marshall’s cock. “Just a little insurance,” he said with a wink and a grin.

Marshall understood, and he didn’t mind. He also didn’t object when Lee lubed up one of their butt plugs and slowly slid it inside of Marshall, taking his time and not pushing the muscles too hard. Marshall felt the pressure in his channel, felt the cool slick that covered the plug, and he wished it was Lee. All in good time, he knew.

“You have your safeword?” Lee asked, and Marshall nodded. Not that he’d ever need to use it, but he certainly remembered what it was. He felt secure with Lee, knew he’d never hurt him.

“You have yours?” Marshall teased.

“Smartass,” Lee replied.

“So your safeword is smartass?” Marshall smirked, just before Lee hushed him with a long, slow kiss, one that seared into his very soul.

By the time Lee released him, he had nothing else to say, his rock hard cock evidence of how much he’d enjoyed the kiss. He was gratified to notice Lee was every bit as hard as he was.

Lee straddled him, sitting so that Marshall’s cock nestled comfortably against his ass, careful not to put his full weight on Marshall. Leaning down, he kissed one shoulder, then slid his tongue over the soft skin of Marshall’s collarbone, sucking at it. Marshall suspected he’d have a heck of a hickey after this, but he didn’t care. He arched up into Lee’s touch, wishing he could do more, but with his hands tied like that, he was unable to.

“Like that, do you?”

“You know I do,” Marshall moaned.

Lee continued to kiss his way across Marshall’s chest, licking and sucking as he went. When he reached one nipple, he took it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched. Marshall gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Lee took the taut nipple into his mouth and lightly tongued it, easing the tightness. Damn, that felt good.

to be continued

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