Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #29 (8.2)

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Last week, as you'll recall, Roy drove Dustin to the sheriff's office in Tucker Falls for a meeting with Sheriff Harlan Sinclair. Harlan thinks Jordan might be the burglar he's been looking for. Dustin is going to go along with him and find out what his plans are, so they can catch him. Watch Roy and Dustin fight their mutual attraction in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale!

The Sheriff #29 (8.2)

Roy was glad he didn’t drive a marked police car. He had a sedan he used for police business, and flashing lights he could throw onto the dashboard if he needed them. Most of the time, he drove a pickup in and around Burnham.

That would make keeping an eye on Dustin that much easier. But first he’d have to get out of this uniform, which was a dead giveaway.

They left Harlan’s office with assurances they’d keep him in the loop, and would report back to him as soon as they learned something.

Roy glanced at his watch. “Shit. I don’t think I can drive to Burnham and back before that asshole gets here.”

“Does that matter?” Dustin sounded concerned.

“I just don’t want him to see me in uniform, might spook him.”

“We can find you something at my place,” Dustin said. He sounded more sure of the fact than Roy did. “Maybe something of Denver’s.”

That would have to do, Roy supposed. At least temporarily.

They returned to the apartment Dustin shared with Denver, and Dustin found some of his cousin’s clothes that looked to be on the large side. Either that or someone had left them there.

“You can use my room to change,” Dustin offered. He opened the door and waved Roy inside, standing in the doorway once Roy passed through.

Roy quickly undressed, his back to Dustin. Time was pressing now. He wanted to be out of sight and in position before that Jordan character showed up to pick up Dustin. Lost in his own thoughts, he was startled when Dustin asked, a note of worry in his voice, “Do you think I’m in trouble?”

Roy finished zipping up the pair of slacks he’d borrowed, and turned toward Dustin. “Trouble?”

“Yeah. For what I did last night. You know, breaking and entering? Robbing someone’s house.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Roy assured him.

“Why not? It’s illegal, right? Last time I checked, stupidity isn’t considered a good reason to do something illegal.”

Roy refrained from chuckling at such logic. He could understand Dustin’s concern, especially given his history of bone-headed moves. He slipped a T-shirt over his head. It clung a little more than he would have liked, but that couldn’t be helped.

“I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about,” he tried to reassure him. “Not from Harlan. Especially since you’re helping him crack this case that’s had him going a little nuts lately. He’ll be thanking you, not putting you behind bars.”

“You really think so?” Dustin didn’t sound convinced, his tone bordering somewhere around melancholic. Roy had almost forgotten what it was like to be young and full of self-doubt, riding an emotional roller coaster, no doubt hormone-driven.  Multiply that by ten, and that was an accurate description of Dustin.

“Stop that,” Roy said automatically, watching Dustin begin to shred his fingertips again. Without thinking he reached for Dustin’s hands and stilled them with his own. “I’ll talk to Harlan personally, and make sure you aren’t in any trouble. Hell, maybe after all of this, he might offer you that position you were wanting. Assuming you still want to go into law enforcement.”

Dustin’s jaw dropped, as if he couldn’t believe Roy had remembered that. His hazel eyes were wide and bright… and just for a second, Roy thought he saw something in them, something that drew him. When he caught himself swaying toward Dustin, he pulled back quickly, jerking his hands from Dustin’s.

“Gotta finish dressing,” he mumbled. Taking a seat at the end of the bed, he reached for his shoes, where he’d left them on the floor, and put them on quickly. Once he was done, he stood, brushed imaginary lint from his pants, and reached for his hat, which sat behind him.

“I’m going to get my car. You just do what you need to do. I’ve got you covered.” He nodded at Dustin, before hightailing it out of the apartment as quick as he could. His heart was beating a mile a minute, and he wished to God he had something to drink, ‘cause he sure as hell didn’t know what was going on. But whatever it was, it had to stop. Now.

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Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #28 (8.1)

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This week, Roy takes Dustin to see the Sheriff of Tucker Falls, to see how to take care of Jordan and his gang. But what is going on with Roy and Dustin? Find out in this week's chapter of The Sheriff! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #28 (8.1)


Sheriff Sinclair seemed about Roy’s age,a little grayer, and not as good-looking. Too soon to tell much else about him. Dustin decided to keep his mouth shut for once and let Roy do all the talking.

“Harlan, this is Dustin,” Roy began, wasting no time. “The one I told you about on the phone. Dustin, this is Harlan Sinclair, sheriff of Tucker Falls.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dustin murmured automatically.

“Likewise,” the sheriff replied. “Dustin, I appreciate you contacting Roy about this, instead of trying to handle this situation yourself. Sounds like this guy’s quite the manipulator. And this may be just the break we’ve been looking for. Right, Roy?”

“Seems like it,” Roy agreed.

It felt good to hear he’d done something right for a change, on top of the long list of the errors he’d made. “So the other night wasn’t the first time?” he ventured to ask, although he already suspected he knew the answer.

“I don’t think so,” Sinclair said. “If I’m right, he’s responsible for a whole string of burglaries lately. So what is this guy’s name, Dustin?” He held a pen in one hand, poised to write.

“Jordan,” Dustin replied.

“Last name?”

That took Dustin back, and he felt his cheeks grow warm. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Sinclair gave him a quizzical look. Dustin felt stupid even as he cast a beseeching glance toward Roy.

“I don’t… I mean… guess the subject never came up.” Now he was more than a little embarrassed. How cheap did that make him look? He didn’t even want to know what Roy must be thinking about him right about now.

“Never mind,” Roy said smoothly, before Sinclair even had a chance to make a comment, assuming he intended to make one. “What about an address? You ever see where he lives?”

Dustin felt as though he’d just been tossed a lifeline. He nodded with a little more enthusiasm. “Yeah, I’ve been there.” He rattled off the street address, and was gratified to see Sinclair jot it down.

“No big deal, we can get his name from this.” The sheriff turned to his computer and began to type. Dustin risked a glance at Roy, afraid of what he might see there, but he saw no censure, only understanding.

“He has a couple of friends in on this,” Dustin volunteered. “Rusty and Lenny. If that helps.”

“Yeah, once I run his name, they might be under known associates,” Sinclair said. But Dustin couldn’t stop looking to Roy for his approval.

“Here he is. Jordan Lambourne. Address on Sycamore. Looks like an apartment complex, is that right, Dustin?”

Dustin forced himself to turn toward Sinclair and nod. “Yeah, he has an apartment. Lenny and Rusty live nearby.”

“Any priors?” Roy asked. It took a second for Dustin to realize the question wasn’t for him.

“Looks like juvie stuff, nothing too serious. Doesn’t seem like he did any time for anything, though.”

“Maybe his mother had it taken care of,” Dustin suggested. “I think she’s the overprotective type.”

“You met his mother?” Roy asked.

“Yeah, same time I met him. They came to the store to get him a birthday present. Money didn’t seem to be an object.”

“There are parents like that,” Sinclair conceded. “Cover up anything and everything their babies do. Spoil them, pretty much.”

Dustin wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case with Jordan. Nobody ever seemed to say no to that face, and he’d never learned how to be anything but selfish.

Suddenly he remembered something that must have slipped his mind. Jordan was coming for him at ten o’clock. He’d be good and pissed if Dustin wasn’t there. He broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about what he might do.

As if he could read Dustin’s mind, Roy said, “I’ll make sure you’re there on time, don’t worry. We just need a plan. Right, Harlan?”

“Right.”

“You mean like have me wear a wire or something?” Dustin said.

Sinclair chuckled. “Son, we’re not quite so sophisticated here, I’m afraid. We have to rely on good old-fashioned police work. For now, you’re going to go along with him, do what he says. Then when it’s time to do the job, we’ll have him.”

Oh great. He had to spend more time with the bastard. Just what he wanted. Not.

“What if he suspects you’re on to him? What if he figures out I talked to you?” Dustin felt himself slipping toward the edge of panic. Unexpectedly, Roy gripped one of his hands and squeezed.

“Listen to me,” he said in a commanding voice that drew Dustin’s attention without question. 

“Nothing’s going to happen to you. I promise that. And when he picks you up today, I’ll be close at hand. I’m not letting you out of my sight, trust me.”

Why did Dustin feel  immensely safer just hearing those words?

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Friday, September 1, 2017

Guest Blogger: Alicia Nordwell

Please welcome my friend and fellow author, Alicia Nordwell, here to tell us about her newest release, Earning His Trust.



Blurb:

Following the death of his husband, Evin is living in Portland and raising the infant son they had through a surrogate. Six-month-old Micah is his life, and if it means no time for activities or friendships beyond his minuscule support network, that’s a sacrifice Evin is willing to make. When he suffers a burn baking teething biscuits, the last person Evin expects to encounter in the ER is Ben, his lover from college—and the man who left him without a word of explanation.  

Ben knows it won’t be easy to earn Evin’s trust and prove he’s not the same man Evin once knew, but he can’t bear to watch Evin struggle to care for Micah, hurting and alone. He wants back in Evin’s life, as a friend and hopefully more, but Evin’s heart is fragile, and the years have changed him too.

Excerpt:
The curtain slid on the overhead rails, and Evin held in his urge to snap about how long it took to get to him when the nurse said the ER was slow, but he froze with his mouth open.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Perez. I see you burn—” The doctor snapped his jaw shut and stopped before he reached the head of the bed. Micah was oblivious, sitting between his legs and playing with his fake keys, chewing away on the rubber tips and drooling. He clutched the soggy remains of a biscuit in his other hand.
Evin had to swallow hard himself. Of all the hospitals, in all the cities, his old boyfriend had to be in this one.
He looked… good. Older, some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. It had been… how long since he’d seen him? Not since Ben was graduating medical school the same year Evin was graduating with a business degree. Evin certainly never expected to see him here, and by the shocked look on Ben’s face, he hadn’t known Evin lived in Portland either. Evin waited for Ben to say something else, but he just kept staring. Evin took a deep breath. He could be an adult. He was a dad now.
“Burned my hand,” he finished the sentence Ben never did. “I did it about an hour ago, and it really hurts.” Maybe he could move this along. Plus, Micah was on his third biscuit and getting fussy again. He probably needed to be changed, have some lunch, and then would fall asleep for the afternoon, just so he could keep Evin up all night again.
Ben dropped his gaze to Micah and then looked up to stare at Evin again. “What happened to you?”
Did he mean how Evin probably looked like he’d aged at least ten years since Ben bailed right before graduation, the last night they’d spoken? Well, spoken wasn’t a very good description for the fight they’d had after weeks of Ben ducking Evin’s questions about what he was planning. Maybe their relationship had run its course; maybe it was better for them not to be together.
But he’d never expected Ben to just up and leave. It’d been hard, but Evin had a job offer in Portland and he’d taken it. Fortunately, his best friend, Gianna, came with him, and they got an apartment together in a not-so-great area of Happy Valley. It’d been nice to have a friend he knew would stick by him, but then she met Carl, and they fell in love. Not long after that he met someone, but that had gone wrong too.
Gone was the bright, glittery guy who lit up the room in a flash, and this version of himself was all Evin knew how to be anymore. It was probably a disappointment. His hair was cut short instead of hanging down to his shoulders, and he was in a blue T-shirt and a pair of gray sweats instead of skintight everything. Nothing at all like how Ben would remember him.
Was he wondering how in the hell Evin had a kid, since he’d never even kissed a girl—at least before when Ben knew him? Probably.
Or had he brushed off their history, leaving Evin as the only one thinking about how the years had changed them—Ben definitely for the better. Most likely, he meant how Evin got the burn. He was a professional after all, and Evin was probably just another patient to him.
In the end, it didn’t really matter. His appearance, how he got hurt, it all came down to just one thing.
“Teething.”

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The number one question folks ask Alicia when she shares she's a MM romance author: "Why gay fiction? Why write men when you're a woman?" and her answer is: "Why the hell not!" Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out. Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing.

Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she's a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course! She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.

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Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #27 (7.4)

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.

Roy thinks the best way to catch Jordan in the act is through Dustin - by baiting a trap with him. But only if he's willing, of course. Dustin agrees, so the next step is to get in contact with the authorities in Tucker Falls, aka Sheriff Sinclair. See more of Roy and Dustin in this week's episode of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #27 (7.4)

Breakfast at Milly’s Diner was a quiet affair. Dustin thought Roy seemed to be lost in thought. Probably figuring out what the hell to do about Dustin. What little conversation they had was mostly small talk about the weather.  Dustin thought maybe that was discretion on the sheriff’s part, since apparently he was involved in some kind of ongoing investigation regarding Tucker Falls. Who knew?

And when had he stopped thinking of him as the Sheriff and started calling him Roy? Dustin didn’t know, and he decided not to analyze that too closely. He was always reading into things. That’s how he got into the trouble he did. Didn’t need to start anything new, he was already in enough deep shit as it was.

Dustin was half afraid they’d run into Marshall and Lee. Not that that was a bad thing, but his mind was in too much turmoil. He didn’t think he could handle running into them too, especially if they wanted to know what was going on. Luckily that didn’t happen.

Roy insisted on picking up breakfast, and Dustin didn’t argue. Who knew how much longer he’d even have a job after this? Although it wasn’t his fault, and he knew it, people didn’t always look at things the same way he did. They’d probably blame him for getting involved with Jordan, and thinking with his dick.

After they ate, they got in Roy’s truck and drove to the sheriff’s office in Tucker Falls. The compact brick building was small compared to other police stations Dustin had seen in bigger towns. But at least it was something. Roy was working out of his house, after all, and didn’t even have a jail cell.

An older woman sat at what he assumed was the reception desk. She was hunting and pecking on an old fashioned typewriter when they walked in. Dustin was surprised any of those relics even existed. Why would you want one when you could use a computer? The woman didn’t look up immediately, not until she came to the end of whatever she was typing.  She nodded at it, then  glanced up at them, over the top of her wire rim glasses.

“What can I help you with today?” She spoke to Roy, of course, since he was the one in uniform. She probably thought Dustin was his prisoner or something.

“Good morning, ma’am,” Roy said. “Sheriff Sinclair’s expecting us. Sheriff Roy Landry.”

Dustin noticed Roy hadn’t explained who he was, not that it really mattered. How badly did he want to be known by the police department where he lived? Not very.

“If you’ll take a seat over there, I’ll tell him you’re here.” She waved toward a row of metal and leather chairs clustered together against one wall.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Roy tipped his ten gallon hat, then nodded to Dustin. They took adjoining seats. Roy removed his hat and held it on his lap.

Other than the woman and themselves, the office was empty of life. Maybe the deputies were out doing deputy stuff or something. Dustin hadn’t noticed any marked cars in the parking lot when they’d arrived. He assumed Sinclair didn’t run the station all on his own. He wondered what you had to do to get a job like that? Although truth be told he’d rather work with Roy than here, but Roy had pretty well shot that idea down, hadn’t he? Course, after today, this sheriff wouldn’t exactly be looking at him in a good light either.

Lost in thought, he was surprised when Roy laid one hand across both of his. “Stop that. There’s no reason to be nervous. Plus that’s a nasty habit.”

Dustin hadn’t been aware he’d been picking at his fingers. That only showed how unnerved he was. He hadn’t done that in a long time. He glanced up, meeting Roy’s eyes.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” Roy assured him.

Dustin’s heart hammered in his chest so loudly he could barely hear over it. What in the hell was wrong with him?

And why did he have the insane desire to kiss this man?

“Sheriff Sinclair will see you now.” The receptionist’s voice broke into Dustin’s trance. To his surprise, Roy looked as shocked as Dustin felt. Roy yanked his hands back, cleared his throat loudly, and stood so quickly he almost dropped his hat and knocked over a nearby chair.

“Then let’s… I mean… Oh hell, just come on.” He gave up and barreled across the room toward an open door where a man in uniform stood. Dustin followed hastily after him, heat rising in his face.  Was that a snicker he heard from the receptionist?

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Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #26 (7.3)

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Last week, as you'll recall, Dustin ended up at Roy's house in the middle of the night, not knowing where else to go, and Roy let him stay, promising him to help him. Two lonely men... is it just a matter of time until they realize they might be attracted to each other? See what's happening in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #26 (7.3)

Roy was never one for sleeping in. There was generally too much to do to waste his time in bed. Today was no exception. When his phone alarm went off, he automatically shut it off and sat up, clearing the cobwebs out of his head. But something in the back of his mind kept nagging at him. Something urgent. But what was it?

And then he remembered. Dustin was here. He’d come to Roy’s house in the middle of the night with quite a story.  A hook-up gone horribly wrong. Some slick guy who’d coerced Dustin into participating in an illegal activity—and was blackmailing him into doing it again. Roy would definitely have to fill Harlan in on what he’d learned, as he had the feeling this would explain at least some of the recent burglaries in and around Tucker Falls, if not all of them. But first things first, and that was making sure Denver was out of harm’s way until they sorted everything out and took down the guys who were doing this.

If it wasn’t for bad luck, Dustin would have no luck at all, he couldn’t help thinking. A wave of sympathy for the blond suddenly surged through Roy, surprising him. He’d never particularly liked him before, not with all the trouble he tried to cause between Lee and Marshall. Apparently the boy didn’t know that no meant no.

On the other hand, he seemed more than aware that he’d fucked up pretty badly, and was trying to get his life together. Couldn’t fault a guy for not being perfect. God knows Roy was no saint himself.
So what was the plan? He shuffled down the hall to the bathroom, and afterward headed toward the kitchen. A pot of coffee would hit the spot. Probably wouldn’t hurt Dustin any either.

He glanced into the living room as he passed by. Dustin lay on his back, still asleep. The blanket Roy had given him was draped over his legs, leaving his chest bare. Roy hadn’t realized before how nicely developed Dustin was.

Stop staring. He’s a kid. And he’s a he.

Roy roused himself and continued into the kitchen. Just went to show it had been too long since he’d gotten any, if he was getting horny over another man. Not that there was anything wrong with that. He had no problem with Lee and Marshall as a couple, or any of their other gay friends. But that wasn’t him. He wasn’t gay.

Yeah, he really needed to get laid. Soon.

His thoughts were mercifully interrupted by the unexpected appearance of Dustin in the doorway. Dressed in nothing but a pair of royal blue boxers, he ambled into the kitchen, yawning. Roy quickly averted his eyes, giving his attention to the coffee pot instead.

“Didn’t expect to see you up so soon,” Roy said. “Coffee’s almost ready.”

“What time is it?”

Roy heard a chair scraped across the floor. Turning, he saw Dustin had taken a seat at the small kitchen table. He glanced at his watch. “Just a few minutes after six.”

“Shit.” Dustin groaned. “I couldn’t really sleep, so I guess it doesn’t matter much anyway.”

“Sorry about the couch—”

“It wasn’t that. Just had too much on my mind.” He buried his face in his hands, arms propped on the table top. “Just been thinking about what a fuck-up I am.”

“Stop talking like that!” Dustin jerked his head up, startled. Roy had surprised even himself with his vehemence. “There’s no use in feeling sorry for yourself. What’s done is done. The important thing now is to fix it and move on.”

“How can you say that, knowing what I did?”

Dustin’s eyes met Roy’s. Roy hated that he looked so defeated, but he knew he couldn’t let him wallow in this trough of self-pity either. They had work to do, and he needed Dustin at his best. He was already starting to formulate a plan in his mind.

“Everybody does stupid shit sometimes. But you can get past that, if you want to. Do you want to?”
Dustin nodded.

“Okay, then here’s what we’re going to do. We’re gonna go to the diner and grab some breakfast, then we’re going to Tucker Falls and talk to the sheriff.”

Dustin’s jaw dropped. “You’re turning me in? Seriously?” He started to inch his chair back, looking as though he might just bolt, notwithstanding his lack of clothing.

“Calm the hell down!” Roy snapped. Dustin froze. “I didn’t say that. We’re going to tell him what’s going on. I think, from what you told me last night, this Jordan asshole is responsible for some of these unsolved burglaries in Tucker Falls. So we’ll just take advantage of the fact that we have someone on the inside and put a stop to that.”

“You have someone on the inside?” Dustin frowned, his forehead puckering in thought. “Who…” Suddenly his eyes lit with understanding, as he realized what Roy meant.

“You mean me?” His voice almost squeaked out the last word.

“Yeah, but don’t worry. I’ll be backing you up every step of the way. We won’t have to worry about Denver for now, because you are going to cooperate with Jordan, so he’ll have no reason to hurt your cousin. Do you get it now?”

“You mean I’m going to help set him up?” Dustin said.

“Yep, that’s just what I mean.”

Dustin’s eyes gleamed with unexpected enthusiasm. “Then count me the fuck in.”

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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #25 (7.2)

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Last week, as you'll recall, Roy found a frightened Dustin at his door in the middle of the night and invited him in. Probably forgot he was naked at the time. What will happen now once Dustin realized it? Find out in this week's episode of The Sheriff. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #15 (7.2)

Dustin’s desire to hug Roy was just an impulse, but one which he obeyed without giving it any thought. Much the same way he lived most of his life. Act first, think later. He’d been so focused on explaining to Roy what he was doing at his house in the middle of the night that it somehow escaped his notice that the man had answered the door in his birthday suit.

A fact he was growing increasingly aware of now that he had his arms wrapped around him.

 Roy’s skin, beneath Dustin’s fingers, was surprisingly soft, and warm. He had an inexplicable desire to run his hands up and down Roy’s back, maybe head a little farther south, squeeze that generous ass.

Whoa, hold on there just a darn minute.

Dustin pulled back as if he’d been struck by an electric cattle prod. His heart was racing, and he knew without looking he had a growing hard-on.

This was so not good.

“Are you all right?” Roy asked, obviously concerned.

Well, Dustin couldn’t very well admit to the fact that Roy was making him horny. That would get him booted out the door sure as shit, not to mention he found it hard to believe himself. Okay, maybe not so hard to believe. The guy was attractive. He just never had a chance to be quite so up close and personal with him before since Roy tended to be standoffish where he was concerned. That probably went back to Roy’s relationship with Marshall and Lee, and the things they must have told the sheriff about Dustin back when he was behaving badly. And okay, he deserved that.

Damn, he hadn’t answered Roy, had he?

“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked. Way to avoid a question. “That way, right?” He waved down the hall where he half remembered it being when he was here at Marshall and Lee’s wedding, which followed immediately on the heels of their return from the cruise the four men had all taken. Not together. Separately, but on the same ship.

Damn he was rattled if he felt the need to explain that to himself.

Roy nodded and Dustin gratefully disappeared into the bathroom.

Once he got inside, he wasn’t sure if he needed to pee or be sick. He slowed his breathing down to a more normal rate, decided he wouldn’t have to throw up, did his business, and washed his hands. He took a quick peek into Roy’s bathroom mirror, examining his face carefully. Looked normal to him. Guess that would work. He dried his hands, turned off the light, and returned to the living room.

Roy had thrown on a pair of shorts while Dustin was gone.

Thank God.

Roy had brought out a pillow, blanket, and sheet, and was in the process of making the couch into a makeshift bed. He looked up at Dustin’s entrance.

“Sorry, I only have one bedroom,” he apologized.

“No worries. That’ll be fine. I’ve slept in worse places,” Dustin assured him. Bounced around as he’d been, sometimes he’d had to make due with a spot on the floor. Sleeping bag, if he was lucky. Slept outside more than once. Compared to those times, this looked luxurious. “I’m sorry to bother you in the middle of the night like this,” he apologized again, but Roy waved his apology aside.

“Don’t worry about it, just get some sleep.” He yawned widely as he spoke.

“Think Denver will be all right?” Dustin fretted.

“Yeah, he should be fine. That Jordan guy wasn’t even going to pick you up until ten, right?”

Dustin nodded.

“We’ll be up long before then, with a plan.”

Dustin felt better just hearing Roy say that. There was something very comforting about Roy’s presence. Too bad the lawman didn’t much care for him, but that was his own fault. He intended to behave and not make a nuisance of himself as much as possible. Maybe he could get on Roy’s good side, if he tried.

“If you need anything, you know where the kitchen is, and I’m right in there.” Roy waved toward the single bedroom. “See you in the morning.”

“Thanks again, Roy. See you in the morning.”


As Roy stumbled off toward his bed, Dustin couldn’t help but admire his fine ass.

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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #24 (7.1)

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Last week, if you'll remember, Dustin found himself doing something rather illegal, having listened to what Jordan told him. And things are only getting worse. Find out where he ends up in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #24 (7.1)


Middle of the night found Roy tossing and turning, sleep eluding him. He couldn’t find a comfortable position to save his life. Punching the pillow didn’t help either. Nothing felt right. Certainly nothing felt good.

Then, naturally, he had to take a piss. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, reached for his shorts, out of habit, then decided to hell with it. Not worth the trouble for the short trip down the hall.
Once he finished his business and washed his hands, he was heading back to bed to see what he could salvage of the night when he froze in place as he passed by the living room.

What was that?

His mind must be playing tricks on him, due to lack of sleep. He’d thought he heard someone knock at his door, but who the hell would be doing that at this time of night? Most of the residents of Burnham were long asleep, which was where he should be.

Dismissing the idea as a product of an overactive imagination, he started to move on, but then he heard it again. Yep, definitely knocking at his front door.

Damn, what if it was Lee or Marshall? What if something was wrong? He covered the short distance to the door in quick strides and threw it open, only to find neither Lee nor Marshall. Instead, Dustin stood there, hand upraised as if to knock again.

“Do you know what the fuck time it is?” he started to upbraid Dustin. Was he drunk or what? Then he noticed that Dustin was trembling. He glanced nervously around him as if he was afraid of being seen by someone. What the hell had this kid so spooked?

Without thinking, Roy grabbed hold of Dustin’s arm and yanked him inside nature coming. “Get in here.” Whatever the trouble was, he’d sort it out and send Dustin on his merry way. Not like he was sleeping, anyway. Before he closed the door, he glanced cautiously around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Great, now he’s got me doing it.

Roy turned from the door to find Dustin had seated himself on his couch. His head was bowed, and he seemed to be trying to pull himself together.

Dustin raised his blond head, his hazel eyes fixed on Roy. Roy had seen that sort of look before—desperation mingled with terror. “I’m sorry to wake you up in the middle of the night, but I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Roy blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m an idiot is what I am. A certifiable major idiot. I deserve everything that’s coming to me, but Denver doesn’t. He’s been good to me, and he doesn’t deserve to be hurt. So I ran, but now I don’t know if that was the right thing to do.”

Nothing was making sense, but Roy could see genuine fear in Dustin’s eyes, hear it in his voice.  He took a seat beside him on the couch, laid a calming hand on his arm. “Slow down, you’re not making sense. How is Denver going to be hurt? Who’s threatening him? And what’s it got to do with you?”

“Jordan, that’s who.” As he spoke the name, Dustin winced, as if the very thought of this man pained him.

“Who’s that?” Roy was clueless.

“Guy I met at the computer store. We’ve been… dating… for a few weeks now. If that’s what you want to call it.”

“What do you want to call it?” Roy asked.

“I call it him seeing an opportunity and going for it. And me thinking with my dick, as usual.” Now he sounded bitter. He locked his gaze with Roy’s. “I’m sorry to be bringing all this to you, but he scared me, I admit it. Said he’d hurt Denver if I didn’t do what he wanted. And tonight… oh God… tonight.” Dustin gave a shudder and squeezed his eyes shut, as if he was trying to shut out the world. Or at least one particular part of it.

Roy moved his hand to Dustin’s back and began to rub soothing circles, trying to get him to calm down. “It’s all right, don’t be sorry,” he said in a voice that was calculated to help put Dustin at ease. 

“Tell me exactly what Jordan said and did. Is this the guy you were with in Partners not too long ago?”

“Yeah, that’s him.” Dustin took a deep cleansing breath and opened his eyes once more. He fell silent for a few moments, as if organizing his thoughts. “It all began one day at work,” he began.

Roy listened without comment as Dustin told about meeting Jordan, and how flattered he was when the sexy guy asked him out. About his two Cro Magnon pals, Rusty and Lenny. And about what he now realized was breaking and entering someone’s house. About Jordan’s threats, and his plans to rob the computer store.

Holy shit.

Roy gave a long low whistle. Suddenly things were starting to make sense. Particularly the robberies in Tucker Falls.

“Have you told any of this to Denver?” Roy asked.

“No, I’m sure he’s asleep. I honestly didn’t know what to do. I just thought about you, and then I found myself driving here, and I’m sorry, I’m being a pest—”

“You are not,” Roy said. “I’m glad you came. That’s what I’m here for. What time did you say he’s coming by to pick you up?”

“At ten,” Dustin said. “Should I go back there and wait for him… or… or I don’t know what…”

“No, that’s the last thing you should do,” Roy said. “Why don’t you just stay here tonight? What’s left of it, anyway. In the morning, we’ll figure something out.”

Before he realized what was happening, Dustin was hugging him as if never wanted to let go.

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Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #23 (6.5)

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Last week, Dustin was asked to help Jordan's friend Rusty with a little problem. Imagine Dustin's surprise when he found out it involved "breaking in" to someone's house! Things go from bad to worse this week. What will Dustin do? Find out in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #23 (6.5)

Dustin felt sick to his stomach at the thought of what he’d so stupidly just done. Made himself an accomplice to a burglary, even if an unwitting one. Try explaining that to a judge. Everything was becoming all too clear to him now, especially what an idiot he’d been to believe someone like Jordan could be interested in someone like him. It hadn’t been him, it had been the computer store where he worked that had been the big attraction all along. If they’d run into each other anywhere else, Jordan would probably not have given Dustin the time of day. That’s what he got for thinking with his dick.

Had there been others before him? Was this a regular racket with these guys? No wonder Rusty and Lenny treated him like shit. They’d probably seen this scenario enacted before. And no wonder their employment seemed so sketchy. They were thieves, if not something worse.

Even as he thought this, he felt something in his spine stiffen. He wasn’t about to go along with helping these assclowns rob the very store where he worked. The store his cousin was kind enough to help him get a job at. Denver certainly didn’t deserve that. He’d been nothing but good to Dustin, gave him a chance when no one else would.  Gave him a place to live.

How could he betray the only family he had? He couldn’t.

Jordan let Rusty and Lenny out at their apartment building, then turned to Dustin. “Want to grab a bite to eat and go back to my place?”

Dustin didn’t think he could eat if he tried. Besides, he knew what else was included in that invitation, judging by what he’d said previously, and he honestly didn’t want to be with Jordan like that. Jordan might be sexy but he was poison. Dustin wasn’t sure he would ever want him again. But it didn’t seem very prudent to say so. Rusty had been carrying a weapon. It wouldn’t surprise him if Jordan did too. And he probably wasn’t afraid to use it.

“I’ve not feeling very well,” Dustin said, which wasn’t actually a lie. “Mind dropping me off instead? I’d rather not get sick in your car.”

“I’d rather you not get sick in it too,” Jordan said in a cold voice, devoid of any compassion for Dustin. He made no move to comfort him, or touch him in any way, for which Dustin was grateful, just drove. A few minutes later, they were in front of the building where he lived with Denver.
Dustin reached for the door handle, but froze at the sound of Jordan’s voice.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning,” Jordan said. “About ten. Make sure you’re ready and waiting for me.”

What the hell?

Dustin gave Jordan a confused look.

“We’re going to case that store of yours,” Jordan said. “I want to know everything about it, the sooner the better. I think that could turn out to be one of our better hauls.”

“I don’t think so.”

Dustin was surprised to realize those words had actually come out of his mouth. He had more backbone than he’d given himself credit for, at least when it came to Jordan.

Jordan’s smile was ice cold. He didn’t seem at all fazed by Dustin’s refusal. “I don’t think you understand. You’re my bitch, Dustin, and you’ll do what I tell you to do, for as long as I tell you to do it.”

“The hell I will!” Dustin blurted out. “What makes you think you can talk to me like that? Find another boyfriend. We’re through.”

Jordan threw his head back and began to laugh, a sound that Dustin found oddly disturbing. “Oh honey, you are na├»ve, if you think you’re my boyfriend.”  Calming down, he continued. “I will always be able to talk to you anyway I want. And you know why? Because if you don’t do as I say, your beloved cousin will pay the price. And you don’t even want to know what I can do to him, trust me. So be a good boy, get some sleep, and tomorrow be ready when I come for you. And furthermore, if I tell you I want to fuck you, then be prepared for that too. Assuming I even want to. Now go on. I’m done with you for tonight.”

Dustin stumbled out of the car in a daze and slammed the door shut behind him. He watched as Jordan peeled out of the lot. What the hell was he going to do now? He wasn’t about to help them break into the computer store, but at the same time, he wasn’t going to let them hurt Denver.

There seemed to be only one choice left. He had to hide. Get the hell out of Tucker Falls until he figured out something more permanent. But where? He didn’t know anyone.


He’d worry about that later. Right now, he needed to grab his clothes, get in his car and drive… and hope for the best.

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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #22 (6.4)

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Dustin finds himself doing a favor for Rusty, at Jordan's bequest, but is it all it seems to be? And how long will Dustin allow himself to be led around by the dick? Maybe some of the answers can be found in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #22 (6.4)

Just when had he become so dick-whipped?

Against his own better judgment, Dustin accompanied Rusty into the darkened house, Jordan’s kiss still lingering on his lips.

“Why isn’t Lenny coming?” Dustin whispered as they crossed the wide lawn.

“’Cause,” was the only response he received.

Things only grew worse and worse. If this was a friend who’d arranged this, why not give Rusty the key? And if this was planned in advance, surely this friend would have told Rusty where to find what. But Rusty seemed to be playing everything by ear. The blind leading the blind.

Rusty had a small flashlight he shone about as they wandered through the large house. When Dustin accidentally bumped into a table he couldn’t see, the sound echoed around them. Rusty whirled on him, fist raised. “Not a sound!” he hissed.

Dustin was too startled to respond. What the hell, dude?

Rusty picked up random pieces here and there, piling them into Dustin’s arms. Dustin began to wonder if he was looking for items of value, or things that were portable. They crept up the stairs to the second floor, to what Dustin presumed was the master bedroom. Rusty hesitated outside the door for a moment, before taking a quick peek inside. Then he seemed to relax as he turned to Dustin and beckoned him inside.

“No one’s home,” he said in a more normal tone of voice.

I thought you already knew that? Dustin didn’t voice his concern. He felt awkward enough as it was, and voices in his head were screaming at him to get the hell out of there, this is so not right. Not for Jordan, not for anyone.

“We should go—” His protest died when he found himself staring down the barrel of a revolver Rusty had drawn on him.

“Shut up and keep still,” he told him. Dustin froze in place.

Keeping the gun trained on Dustin, Rusty approached the bed and yanked off the elegant bedding with one hand, down to the top sheet, sweeping everything else onto the floor. “Drop that stuff here,” he instructed, motioning toward the middle of the bed. Dustin did as he’d instructed.

“Now make a bundle of that. It’ll be easier to carry,” Rusty said. He began to rummage through a box on top of one of the dressers. “Ah, the good stuff.”

Dustin saw what he thought must be diamonds, reflecting what little light came through the bedroom windows. Rusty was stuffing everything into his pockets. When he was done, he threw the empty case on the floor, then opened a top drawer.

“Ooh, pretty,” he exclaimed.  He took something from the drawer and held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply. He withdrew more of them, burying his face in the fabric with undisguised delight. Only then did Dustin recognize them as women’s lacy panties.  Rusty stuffed the lingerie into his pockets as well, to Dustin’s disgust. Surely that had no resell value? What the hell was going on here?

“Grab that stuff and let’s scram,” Rusty said, waving the gun in what he probably considered a menacing manner. Dustin was more afraid the man who would shoot him accidentally than on purpose. Either way had to hurt, though. Feeling more than a little stupid, and anxious to get the hell out of here so he could proceed to forget this night, he did as Rusty ordered.

Wait ‘til Jordan finds out what’s going on.

They exited the house without incident. By now, Dustin was sure Rusty’s entire story was phony, so he was grateful that the homeowners didn’t suddenly show up. Or worse, the police. When they reached Jordan’s car, Lenny was standing there. He popped open the trunk and pointed toward it, a clear indicator of what Dustin needed to do with his bundle. Dustin dropped it inside, gladly, then turned to Rusty, who had put the gun out of sight once more.

“Motherfucker, don’t you ever draw on me again,” he warned him.

Rusty only laughed. “Get over yourself, kid,” he said.

The driver’s door opened, and Dustin saw Jordan silhouetted in the moonlight. “Hey guys, get in. Now.”

Rusty slammed the trunk lid shot, then gave Dustin a cheeky look. “You heard your master. Now move it.” Without waiting for a response, he got into the back seat, behind Lenny.

Dustin was beyond angry. He climbed in the car on the passenger side and turned an indignant face toward Jordan.

“Something wrong, babe?”

“I think I just helped Rusty rob this house, so yeah, something’s wrong!” Dustin blurted out. “I think he lied about the whole story he gave us. I don’t think he knows this homeowners at all, or any friends of theirs.”

If he expected Jordan to turn to Rusty and demand an explanation, Dustin was disappointed. In fact, Jordan didn’t seem very surprised at all at Dustin’s revelation. A sickening feeling crept into his stomach, as thoughts he didn’t want to have began to worm their way into his brain.

“We got some good stuff,” Rusty said from the back seat. “Want to go over it tonight or tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow’s time enough,” Jordan said. He slid his hand onto Dustin’s thigh, caressing it. “I have other things to do tonight.”

Was he serious?

The little voices were screaming Get out, now! And he fully intended to listen to them this time. But when he reached for the door handle, Jordan’s grip tightened.

“You’re not going anywhere, you’re one of us now, honey. “

“Like hell I am!” Dustin yelled.

“Tsk, tsk.” Jordan clicked his tongue. “No need to get so worked up. You’re an accomplice now. And with your help, we’re going to get into that nice computer store you work at.”

Dustin felt utterly sick to his stomach as he slumped back against the seat.

What had he gotten himself into now?

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #21 (6.3)

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Last week, we saw Dustin get together again with Jordan and his buddies, but what is the purpose of this gathering? Find out more in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to check out the other Briefers, see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #21(6.3)

After a while, Dustin was beginning to wonder if Jordan’s big plan for tonight was to take the scenic tour of Tucker Falls. It certainly appeared that way, at least from his perspective. Jordan was driving randomly around town. He stopped occasionally, but only at some convenience store, and only to get more beer. Dustin was growing more and more frustrated at the way this evening was headed. He wanted to get rid of the two in the back seat and get down to other business. They didn’t seem to mind the extended drive. They were laughing and drinking, making stupid jokes that Dustin did his best to ignore, and they tossed the empties out the window without giving any thought as to who they might hit.

As the shadows of night began to blanket Tucker Falls, Jordan left the main drag and began to wind his way through various residential areas, staying away  now from the brightly lit business districts. Dustin began to think maybe he should just ask to go home, call it a night, and try again later. But every time he started to move away from Joran, Jordan’s palm would press against his crotch, and he’d begin to rub Dustin’s cock through the material of his pants, and Dustin would forget everything but the feel of Jordan, and his desire to be alone with him, and he would hold his tongue. Things had to get better, right?

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what Rusty’s problem was, and what he needed Dustin for.  And when would they get to the part of the story where they solved the problem, so they could lose those two for the rest of the evening and have some real fun.

Dustin really began to wonder what was going on when they found themselves in one of the ritzier areas of Tucker Falls. The people who lived in these huge houses had some serious bucks. These were not people who worked menial jobs for a living, like Dustin or his cousin. Dustin had never been in any of these houses, never even met anyone who owned one. It seemed unlikely that any problem Rusty had was anything to do with people like the ones who lived here.

So he was surprised when Jordan turned down a quiet street which had only a few houses on it, and terminated in a cul-de-sac.

“Why are we stopping?” Dustin asked.

“Because we’re here,” was Jordan’s simple answer.

Dustin looked from Rusty, , who was grinning broadly in the back seat, to the large, dark house they sat in front of. What connection could there be between them? Not to mention, the placed showed no sign of life. Maybe the homeowners were in bed?

“Here’s the story,” Rusty began. Dustin turned to him, listening.

“You see, a friend of a friend owns this house, and him and his old lady, they’re getting a divorce.”
“And?” Dustin asked. What did this have to do with them?

“Well, the guy who owns the house is afraid she’s gonna sell some of his stuff on him, and since she’s out of the country right now, he asked if my friend knew someone who could get some of it for him.”

“Why doesn’t he get it himself if she’s not around?” Dustin asked, perplexed. Sounded easy enough.

“That’s where it gets a little shady,” Jordan smoothly interjected. “You see if she finds out her stuff is missing, she’ll have the law on him, you know? It has to look like a break-in.”

Dustin was aghast. “You intend to break into that man’s house? That’s fucking illegal.”

“Not with the homeowner’s permission.” Jordan’s hand was doing things to Dustin, and he had to struggle to keep up with the conversation when his urge was to moan loudly and bend over for Jordan.

“We won’t get caught, don’t worry,” Rusty assured him.

“Who’s we?” Dustin looked from Jordan to Rusty and back.

“That’s the little favor I need your help with.” Rusty grinned.

Oh hell no. “I don’t think—” Before he could say another word, Jordan’s mouth was pressed tightly against his, and he was rubbing against Dustin even harder. Dustin felt his resistance weakening. Especially when Jordan whispered into his ear, “Don’t worry about a thing, sweet thing. It’s a simple in and out, not much to it. Besides, she deserves it. She’s been screwing the gardener, the mailman, the next door neighbor… anybody and everybody. Just a little payback, you know?”

Somehow it didn’t seem so bad when Jordan put it like that.

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