Review: Stygian by Santino Hassell

Stygian

Author: Santino Hassell      

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

American release date: October 26, 2015

Format/Genre/Length: E-book/M/M Erotic Romance/204 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

As the newest member of up-and-coming rock band Stygian, drummer Jeremy is a little insecure about his place in the band with the other three members of the group. Despite his misgivings, he agrees to take off work to accompany them to a Southern mansion in Louisiana which front-man Watts has rented for a musical retreat, so they can work on their music, and each other, as well as come up with new tunes.

The trouble is Jeremy has a thing for Kennedy, but that’s a lost hope, because Kennedy barely knows he’s alive. And Watts is banging Quince like a screen door in a windstorm, but does he even give a hoot about the guy, or is he just using him?

Out in the middle of nowhere, Jeremy finds the mansion beautiful, yet unsettling, for reasons he can’t put his fingers on. And then there are the owners, who live nearby—siblings Hunter and Laurel Caroway. Hunter isn’t shy about letting Jeremy know he’s interested, which is balm to Jeremy’s aching soul, frustrated at being ignored by Kennedy. And Laurel has a way with Watts and Quince that is downright…creepy.

Is Jeremy imagining things, or is it just his own past catching up with him in ways he doesn’t want to think about? Will this musical retreat be the boost Stygian needs to catapult them to stardom, or a horrible mistake?

I loved this book from the beginning, drawn in by Jeremy, both as narrator and character. His desire for the standoffish Kennedy broke my heart, and I kept wishing he’d reveal the truth about the misery he keeps inside. The setting is pure southern gothic melodrama, and the story unfolds as the characters try to get their act together out in the middle of nowhere. I kept trying to guess where the story was going, but it wasn’t until nearly the end that I caught on. I have one criticism, which I can’t make, because it involves a spoiler, but all in all it’s a minor point.

I would recommend this book, especially if you enjoy being scared. There is plenty of heat to go around too!

Virtual Book Tour: Bad Boys Club

Author Name: M.A. Church

Book Name: Bad Boys Club Box Set

Release Date: June 26, 2015

Blurb:

Not all romances are sweet and fluffy.

Pounding music and writhing bodies fill the dance floor at Night Moves. A small, very elite group of friends called The Bad Boys Club use the place as their personal hunting grounds. Spoilt, powerful, and totally amoral, they use men without thought for the consequences of their actions. But each of these predators harbors a secret desire, a passion, that drives him.

And it hasn't gone unnoticed.

Three dangerous paranormals on the prowl for a mate stalk the humans. Dark and deadly desires are their calling cards. A demon prince, an ancient vampire, and one of the deadliest werewolves to exist have their sights on The Bad Boys Club and their sensual secrets. Love comes in all forms, even for unscrupulous humans and lethal paranormals.

Publisher's Note: Bad Boy's Club contains the previously published novellas Lust and Ice, Into the Darkness, and Haunting the Night.

Pages or Words: 146 pages

Categories: BDSM, Erotica, Gay Fiction, Horror, Dark Romance, Paranormal, Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Dark Desires. (Book two also contains a ménage.)

Excerpts:

Excerpt from Lust and Ice

"You have the devil's own luck," Jordan groaned.

"Actually, that's Kain. I'm still behind him by two virgins."

"How do you find these guys?" Allen complained. "I've only managed to find two!"

"Oh shut up. You're one ahead of me." Jordan rolled his eyes.

"Back on subject, fellows. Did I mention how sweetly he cried?" Hugh smirked. "And get this... he's thinks I'm going to keep calling him now, be his boyfriend. Seems like he was waiting for that special someone, the love of his life."

"Yeah, right. What a loser." Allen sneered. "How often did you have to tell him you loved him?"

"Too many times." Hugh's disgust was clear as he raised his glass and winked. "Like I'd be caught dead outside of a bedroom with someone like that."

"Goes without saying." Kain sprawled in his chair. "So, how's it looking down there? Fill me in."

"Jordan and I have a bet going about who's going to do that redhead on the dance floor first," Allen said. "He's the one with the green shirt, there in the middle."

"Why not do him together?" Hugh asked.

"We plan to." Allen winked. "I said I'd do him first. We'll tag team him later. Been awhile since Jordan and I got to do a double penetration."

Kain's hearty laugh boomed out, drawing attention from those around them. "I almost feel sorry for the guy." Kain glanced around the group; several pairs of disbelieving eyes stared back at him. "Okay, no I don't."

"The legendary Ice feels sorry?" Hugh's lips twisted. "That'll be a cold day in hell."

"Hell wouldn't have me."

"Oh yeah, it would. Personally, I think we'd end up ruling hell." Allen smirked at Kain.

"Ah, someone has that position, remember?" Jordan shrugged.

"We could be kings, or lords."

"There's supposed to be seven princes of hell. One for each deadly sin." Hugh rolled his eyes as his friends stared at him. "What?"

Excerpt from Into the Darkness

“Same plan as usual?”

Allen waited until Jordan turned and looked at him. “Why mess with what works? I’ll move in first, then you come in after I set him up. We’ll get him all hot and bothered, then take his ass home. I bet we have him in bed before the hour is out.”

Jordan slapped Allen on the back. “I agree. If it isn’t broke, why fix it? Although it would be nice, for once, if our marks didn’t just fall to the floor and puddle at our feet.”

“Are you nuts? Besides, what do you expect out of these sluts?” Allen shrugged. “And by the way, I will fuck him first.”

“Keep telling yourself that. Got a feeling he’s going to beg me to do him first.”

Allen rolled his eyes. They’d just see about that. “My place or yours this time?”

They lived just a block apart. Allen had tried to buy an apartment in the same building as Jordan, but there had been nothing available that was as nice. Allen ended up purchasing his own place as close as he could to Jordan.

Jordan shrugged as he searched the dance floor. “Doesn’t matter to me, but my place is probably cleaner. The maid came yesterday.”

“Fine by me, we’ll do him at your place then. Besides, you have more toys. And a bigger bed.”

“Thought you took care of that little oversight?”

“My new bed will be arriving next week. Plus, I want you to go with me to check out some of the toys I found at this new place that just opened up. You have a better feel for things like that.”

“Competitive asshole.”

Allen chuckled. “Pot… meet kettle. You went out and bought a new BMW just because I got one. I’m not even going to mention the hair.”

Jordan shrugged, then stepped aside as someone -- a tiny blond who looked entirely too young to be allowed in the club -- passed him. “I liked yours better. Hey Allen, did you see that little blond twink?”

Allen raised an eyebrow as he looked in the direction Jordan indicated. “Hmm? No, I didn’t. But a blond? Really? Are you feeling okay?”

“Not for us, you shit. I was thinking that was more along the line of what Hugh likes -- young, sweet, and innocent. Even though he doesn’t look old enough to be in here.”

“Playing matchmaker now, are you?”

“Fuck off.” Jordan laughed as he pushed Allen toward the dance floor.

Excerpt from Haunting The Night

Hugh sat at the table watching as Kain, Jordan, and Allen made their moves on the prey they’d picked out. He’d checked the dance floor, and not one guy he saw impressed him so far. He needed a change -- something or someone to break the monotony. With a sigh, he picked up his glass. Before he could take a drink, that feeling of being watched hit him square between the shoulder blades again. His shoulders tensed and chill bumps broke out over his flesh.

“What the hell?” While he was used to being stared at, and even got his own fair share of attention from the paparazzi, this was different. More intense, more… threatening, almost. Unease flooded him, and he couldn’t shake the recurring feeling of danger. Hugh glanced around, but didn’t see anyone taking an undue interest in him. Maybe a family member of one of the defendants they’d gotten off was stalking him. Hugh dismissed the idea immediately; that was just silly.

More likely his old man had someone keeping an eye on him. Now that he could believe -- the nosey old bastard. “Fuck this.” The whole night had been off from the get-go, and he’d had enough. He rose, with every intention of leaving, when the overhead lights spotlighted someone at the bar below.

“Well, hello,” he murmured as he stared at the young man at the main bar. Jesus, how had he missed this one? He was perfect. Damned if he was leaving now. The night was suddenly looking up.

Dressed simply, in faded jeans, a black T-shirt, and a leather bomber jacket, was a stranger, one of the most gorgeous men Hugh had ever seen. He was everything he wanted in a man -- cute, small, and blond. The perfect twink. Actually, the tiny blond looked entirely too young to be in Night Moves, but he was sure the guy wouldn’t be allowed in if he was underage. To make things even better, his target was staring at him. Even from this distance, he could see the hunger dancing in the stranger’s eyes. He was a little more blue-collar than Hugh normally went for, but what the hell. Hadn’t he just been thinking he needed a change?

“Yeah, why not?”

Hugh had taken no more than a few steps when the man at the bar winked at him. Most of the twinks he picked up were either drama queens or shy little guys. There was certainly nothing shy about this man. Hugh raised an eyebrow. He’d have to show the stranger who was in charge, of course, then they could have some fun. At least it looked like he wasn’t going to have to put out much effort tonight, and that suited him just fine. Hugh made his way downstairs to the main bar and to the guy waiting on him.

Sales Links: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?upt=book&ubid=2388

About the author:

M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.

She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013. Drop by her blog at http://machurch00.blogspot.com/

Where to find the author:

Blog * Twitter * Facebook * The Harvest FB fan page * Goodreads * Amazon

Publisher: Changeling Press

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Tour Dates & Stops:  July 9, 2015

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Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #44 (9.1)

Happy Hump Day everyone! Where does the time go? Wednesday already! Which means it's time for more flash fiction from the authors of the Wednesday Briefs! We give you short tales, between 500 and 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts, on a weekly basis!

This week, on Don't Look Back, we go back a few years, as we start to delve deeper into when, how and why the relationship between Marshall and Lee became what it is today. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers, whose links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #44 (9.1)

Marshall had changed during the five years he’d been kept away from Lee, both physically and emotionally. These changes had begun about the age of ten or so, and at first he didn’t know what was happening to him. He was afraid it was something he’d be punished for. It wasn’t until  later he realized it had just been puberty rearing its ugly head. Not that his mother seemed to notice.

At first, he was a little scared, and more than a little confused by what was happening to him, and he had no one to talk to about his situation. He outgrew his clothes faster than before, and Rhonda would begrudgingly buy him new ones—usually from a thrift store or garage sale—and then she’d complain when he outgrew those.  She grumbled about what a pain in the ass he was, as if he’d deliberately added inches to his height, and extra pounds to his body, just to annoy her.

The other changes weren’t quite as apparent, except for his voice, which he didn’t use all that much anyway. He felt different inside, and he couldn’t even begin to understand what that was all about. He often became restless, which made his continued confinements by his mother more and more unbearable. Marshall alternated between anger and sorrow, and sometimes inexplicable moments of happiness, although those were few and far between, and only when he thought about Lee.

He’d have strange dreams at night, such as he’d never had before. Sexual dreams involving himself and faceless, unknown men. And in the morning, he’d find his sheets stiff, coated with a dried substance he couldn’t account for. He never said a word to Rhonda, and since doing the laundry was one of his chores, she never noticed. By the time he was thirteen, he’d discovered the art of masturbation, and the pleasure to be had in touching himself. He also knew, thanks to the magazines his mother’s lovers sometimes left around the house, that women’s bodies did nothing for him, but men’s bodies sure as hell did.

Marshall left Lee a frightened eight-year-old boy, but he came back to him as a teenager, well on his way to becoming a man. His feelings for Lee had only grown deeper during the five long years of his absence when he never stopped dreaming of being reunited with the father he loved.

By the time Lee found and claimed him, Marshall had stopped thinking of him as father, even inside his own head—he was now just Lee to him. The man he loved more than anything.

Naturally, none of Marshall’s old clothes fit his new frame. Rather than being angry, Lee was more than happy to take Marshall out and get him a new wardrobe. They went to a huge shopping center called Mall of America, in Minnesota, and Lee bought whatever Marshall wanted, and some things he never thought to ask for. Roy stuck with them at all times. Marshall got the impression Roy was keeping an eye out for Rhonda, but she never appeared. Soon, Marshall began to grow fond of the protective private detective, although it was Lee he clung to for support.

At first, being on the run as they were, and never alone, Marshall didn’t have much opportunity to think about anything other than eluding his mother. But once they’d finally stopped running and wound up in Burnham, alone in the house Lee had bought just for them, Marshall became aware that Lee had changed as well, during his absence.

Or perhaps he’d just never noticed before how devastatingly handsome Lee was. How well-built. How strong. He was a beautiful man.

Lee had always been a disciplinarian, and that hadn’t changed. He made sure Marshall toed the line and did as he was told. His mother had done the same thing, but with Lee it was different. It was done with love, and didn’t depend on fear, but on respect.

True, sometimes Marshall mouthed off, and he always paid the price. But he quickly learned that there was a sort of pleasure to be had in his punishments, and perhaps sometimes he secretly did it just to see what Lee would do. He enjoyed the feel of Lee’s hand on his bare ass. Although he never told him that, naturally. He didn’t want Lee to think there was something wrong with him.

He liked sleeping in Lee’s bed again, felt comfortable being held by Lee every night, safe and secure from the dreams that haunted him when he was alone. But Lee’s proximity presented a problem of its own. He couldn’t very well jack off without Lee knowing about it.

Since Lee never left him alone in the house, especially right after his return, Marshall had to resort to using the bathroom in order to satisfy the needs of his horny cock. Luckily, it didn’t take long, as he didn’t have great stamina yet, and he managed to flush the evidence away, so Lee would never suspect a thing.

But his wet dreams had changed, and the once-faceless men had a face—Lee’s. Which made it even more imperative that Marshall conduct his business in private, so Lee wouldn’t discover Marshall was thinking about him when he jacked off.

Marshall couldn’t seem to help himself; he fantasized about Lee constantly. He’d seen him naked, of course, so he knew exactly what he looked like, and how he felt pressed up against him in bed, but his imagination went even further. He thought about Lee’s lips pressed against his own, Lee’s hand touching his cock, rubbing it the way he did himself, holding him and loving him, man to man. Equal to equal.

One day, he forced himself to admit the truth—he was in love with Lee.

Now what?

to be continued

Now go see what the other Briefers are up to!

Cia Nordwell

Chris T. Kat

Jon Keys

Johayan

Ravon Silvius

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #40 (8.1)

Hello, happy Wednesday to everyone! Hump Day already! This week is going fast. Spring is definitely here, and we had the showers today to prove it! But at least we're out of the freezing zone. At least I hope so!

So if it's Wednesday, it's time to bring you more flash fiction from the writers of the Wednesday Briefs. Every week we bring  you stories between 500 and 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts. This week, I return to Don't Look Back with a new chapter. A few weeks have passed since Thanksgiving. Marshall and Lee have been quail hunting by the pond. Join them and see what's up. Then go see what the other Briefers are up to!

Don't Look Back #40 (8.1)

Marshall slowly swam to consciousness. The chitter of birds and rustle of branches over his head were his first clues morning was upon them. Lee’s arm, draped around his torso, was warm and comfortable, their bodies spooned together in the oversized sleeping bag they used when they slept outdoors. Marshall burrowed against Lee, content to lie there. More than two weeks had passed since Thanksgiving, and his fears had begun to recede. They’d spent yesterday quail hunting and decided to stay the night out by the pond, where they’d cooked the birds they shot and made love beneath the stars.

Something niggled at the back of Marshall’s brain, , and it threatened to drive him crazy. There was something he’d left undone. He knew it was nothing as stupid as leaving the stove on, or forgetting to turn off a faucet. That was all too ingrained in him to even be a consideration. So what could it be?

Just as he decided it was his imagination playing him, and snuggled down for a little more shut-eye, he remembered, with a groan. Today was trash pick-up. Normally, he took the can to the road the night before, but in all the excitement of hunting and such, that little chore had slipped his mind. He knew better than to think he could just forget about it until next week, either. Not without hell to pay.

He still had time. The truck didn’t come by their place too early. All he had to do was jump in their truck, run up to the house, and take it out. Then he could come back and they could begin their day together. Lee had mentioned Roy might join them if he could.

He didn’t want to move, not really. But the sooner he got up and got it done, the sooner he could come back to Lee’s waiting warmth. And wasn’t that an incentive to hurry?

Marshall rolled over in the circle of Lee’s embrace and contemplated the sleeping Lee. His face was relaxed, his chest rising and falling in even breaths. Marshall couldn’t help but admire the view. Reluctantly, he leaned in to Lee’s lips and kissed him softly. No way would he just leave without telling Lee what he was doing. He wouldn’t appreciate it if the shoe were on the other foot and Lee just up and left without a word.

Lee’s eyes fluttered open, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Mmm, that’s a nice way to wake up,” he murmured.  “Morning, sunshine. What’s up?”

“Morning, Lee.” Marshall smiled back. “I gotta run up to the house for a second. Need anything while I’m up there?”

Lee’s eyebrows rose. “You forget something?”

“Yeah,” Marshall admitted sheepishly. “Forgot to take the trash out.”

Lee chuckled and pulled Marshall closer, running his hand lightly up and down his back. “Then I guess you need to get’er done, don’tcha?”

Yes, and wasn’t Lee making it harder for him to do just that. Lee’s hand had descended to Marshall’s butt cheek and squeezed it familiarly. Marshall’s cock twitched at the hint of more to come. Luckily for Marshall, Lee released him with a kiss, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you make a pot of coffee while you’re up there, I’ll straighten up here, you come pick me up, and we’ll get cleaned up and have some breakfast, see what Roy’s up to? Maybe he can join us, if he hasn’t eaten yet.”

“Sounds good to me.” Marshall received another lingering kiss before reluctantly pulling himself away. He yanked on his jeans, omitting shirt or shoes. He wasn’t going that far, and he was decent as far as the law was concerned. Especially since the law was Roy, who’d seen him in a whole lot less.

Lee handed him the keys to the truck, and was folding the sleeping bag as Marshall drove off with a parting wave. Back at the house, Marshall pulled into the drive and parked. He debated making the coffee first, but decided the most important thing was getting the trash out. He skirted the house for the back yard. The can was ready to go; at least he’d done that much. He tilted it back on its wheels and pulled it around to the front of the house, depositing it at the street. Across the road, he saw the Fergusons’ can still in place, so he knew he hadn’t missed the pick-up. Good.

He let himself into the house and shuffled into the kitchen. Then he filled the reservoir with water, added coffee, and pushed the button. From outside, he heard the sound of a car door and smiled to himself. Guess Roy decided to take them up on their offer. He could come back to the pond with Marshall and they could discuss what they wanted to do.

Marshall opened the fridge and glanced inside, debating whether or not to grab a beer, but decided orange juice sounded better. He took out the carton and shook it. Just as he laid it on the counter and reached for a glass, he heard Roy’s knock.  “Come on in, Roy,” he hollered out. He poured himself some juice and drank it down quickly, rinsing the glass and setting it in the drainer.

That hit the spot. He rubbed the last bit of sleep from his eyes, and padded back through the house, expecting to see Roy’s familiar mug. Instead, another knock came at the door. Frowning, Marshall peered through the front window. That wasn’t Roy’s truck there. It was some rundown travel trailer. What the hell?

He cautiously opened the door just enough to look out and see a faux-blonde woman standing there. She wore too much make-up and was had trashy clothes. She spotted him and smiled at him warmly.

“Hello, Marshall,” she greeted him.

No. Fucking. Way.

He froze in place, speechless.

Her. She found him.

What the hell did she want?

to be continued

Now, go see what the other Briefers have done!

Carol Pedroso

Johayan

Jim Dunaway

Avery Dawes

Cia Nordwell

Guest Blogger: Chris T. Kat

Please welcome back my dear friend, fellow author, and future co-author Chris T. Kat! She's here to talk

about her new release, Bratty Angel, which was rescheduled and coming out with eXtasy Books today! Grab a seat, Chris, and tell everyone about your story. I'm lucky that I've already gotten to read it, so I know how good it is! I'll grab us something to drink while you do.

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Blurb:

A bratty angel…

First Patrick is accosted by a hellhound with a yen for fries and ketchup. Then he encounters a beautiful, but bratty angel who doesn’t seem to understand the concept of ‘no’… or personal space. Not to mention he demands Patrick pleasure him, which Patrick refuses to do. So why does Patrick feel a connection to this unruly seraphim? And why can’t he forget him?

Two weeks later, the brat is back, making more demands. But Patrick makes it clear he doesn’t do demands. That should be the end of it, right? Or not… Maybe there’s more to this bratty angel than meets the eye. If Patrick has the patience to get past his bratty ways.

Excerpt:

Patrick rounded the corner fast, almost too fast. He barely kept his balance, groaning when his left knee twisted, reminding him that his ability to outrun anyone or anything had taken a turn for the worse. If that damn thing he'd only snatched a brief glimpse of got him, he'd be mauled and killed.

The huge, nightmarish thing panted as it chased after him, gusts of his surprisingly clean-smelling breath wafting to him. As Patrick raced through the deserted streets—because who the hell took a shortcut at this time of the night—he searched for a hiding spot. A fire ladder would work too, or whatever. Anything really, so he could put a safe distance between himself and the grotesque creature. He could have avoided all of this but, damn him, he'd indulged in his human body's desire for junk food. Next time he was going to order his food in—if he lived long enough.

Patrick's lungs burned, and his leg muscles screamed bloody murder at him. Fuck the universe for rendering him incapable of flying. He’d been trapped in this human body for twenty-three years already, and no one would ever think he'd once been strong and—best not to go there. Nothing good ever came of his memories.

Patrick stumbled, and a hot gust of air tickled his neck. He plunged face forward to the ground, all air rushing out in one short pained gasp. Reflexively he put his hands behind his head to protect his vulnerable neck.

The freaking thing growled and yanked at the bag containing Patrick's junk food. Patrick yelped when the bag tore open, spilling its contents all over.

Curled up on the ground, Patrick peeked over his shoulder when a chuckle drew his attention. Someone hunkered down next to him before gentle fingers pried the last string of the bag from his hand. Patrick gritted his teeth, wishing he was in possession of his power instead of lying there, almost whimpering in fear.

“Don't worry, he's not malicious. He just wants your fries,” a soft, melodious voice informed him. The fries-loving beast growled, sending goose bumps up Patrick's spine. The voice added, “Right. He wants your fries and your ketchup. You see, the ketchup is majorly important.”

The person who'd spoken to him withdrew, and the creature's paws clicked on the ground as it followed the voice. Whoever it was rustled the wraps of his food and talked soothingly to the yipping beast. Carefully and slowly, Patrick turned on his side to take a look. His heart thumped painfully hard against his ribcage, almost causing it to burst.

In the corner of the badly lit alley crouched something that seemed to be a mix between a large dog and a wolf, but the size of a pony. That wasn't even the strangest characteristic of the beast. No, the strangest characteristic was the dark brown, folded wings on the beast's back. That couldn't be!

Patrick's gaze traveled to the hands that dumped his fries on the torn bag, generously spreading ketchup all over them. The beast licked the hand in a grateful gesture before it dug into the food.

Patrick's breath caught when he observed the naked man who knelt next to the creature. The man's face was beautiful, no doubt about that. Patrick's gaze slid along a slender throat, finely toned shoulders, and a slight frame. A white, feathery wing covered the man's crotch.

An angel.

Chris T. Kat

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.

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Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #29 (6.2)

Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, it  must be time for some flash fiction from the authors of the Wednesday Briefs! We take our inspiration from our prompts - visual and words - and give you flash fiction between 500 and 1000 words! Come on in and see what's going on this week!

In last week's Don't Look Back, Lee plugged Marshall with a vibrating butt plug, then put him on simmer... and man, is this day long! Plenty of fun with your favorite couple! Don't forget to check out the other Briefers, whose links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #29 (6.2)

Marshall thought dinner would never end.

It felt like everyone they knew in Burnham—which was practically the whole town—had decided to eat at Milly’s that night. And every one of them had something they needed to say, a story they had to tell, or a question that just had to be asked.

The situation was exacerbated by random pulses shooting through his ass when Lee touched the remote, which he’d brought with him. Of course, Marshall could have told him to stop that and Lee would have, no questions asked. But Marshall wasn’t about to do that. It was torture, sure, but of the most exquisite kind. And Marshall knew if he endured it, then his reward would be all the sweeter for having done so.

At least when Roy invited them back to his house to shoot a little pool, Lee graciously declined the invitation, citing pressing business that needed to be taken care of. Roy shook his head at them good-naturedly, and just grinned.

Good thing dinner didn’t last any longer than it did. Marshall’s legs were almost jelly by the time they got up to go. His ass was on fire, and every nerve ending he possessed was on high alert, in anticipation of what was to come.  Lee held out his arm to give him something to hang on to, but Marshall stubbornly refused. He saw amusement glint in Lee’s eyes, as well as admiration.

They arrived home in record time, and made a beeline for the bedroom. No more waiting, no more foreplay, no more anticipation. The moment of truth had arrived.

“Undress, boy,” Lee directed, and Marshall wasted no time in obeying, his fingers fumbling at every button, his arousal so intense he could almost taste it. Lee also stripped, down to his own bulging erection, evidence of his desire for Marshall. He pointed to the bed, and Marshall lay down, bending his legs, and spreading them apart for Lee’s benefit.

When Lee removed the butt plug, Marshall felt an emptiness, an ache that demanded to be filled. He bit back the whimper that threatened to spill from his throat, but he was sure his eyes reflected his neediness. Not to mention, Lee could read him like a book.

Lee knelt between Marshall’s legs, laying a tender kiss on either knee, as he inserted two fingers inside of Marshall. “Damn, boy, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Sir, yes Sir,” Marshall agreed. “Aren’t I always ready for you?”

“Hell  yes, you are.”

Lee teasingly licked along the inside of one thigh, down the length of the leg to the crease. He twisted his fingers inside of Marshall, eliciting a moan.

“You did good tonight, boy,” Lee praised him.  “You deserve a reward. What would you like?”

Marshall was conflicted. On the one hand, he’d love to take Lee’s fat dick into his mouth and suck him off until he screamed. But on the other hand, his need to have that cock inside his ass, fucking him hard, was pretty strong.

What he didn’t expect was for Lee to offer him Door Number Three. The chance to do something he’d often dreamed of, but never been allowed to do.

Lee removed his fingers from Marshall’s channel, then stretched himself out on top of Marshall, their cocks rubbing deliciously together, as he murmured in Marshall’s ear, “How about tonight I fuck you to your heart’s delight and tomorrow night, I let you fuck me?”

Well, knock him down with a feather…

Marshall had dreamed about this moment for such a long time, he was sure he must be hallucinating. Hearing what he wanted to hear. But no, those words had actually come out of Lee’s mouth. He’d actually made the offer.

Was there any question what Marshall’s answer would be?

Heart beating almost out of his chest, he responded in a voice thick with lust, “Yes Sir, that sounds perfect.” And then Lee’s mouth crashed down on his, and he was consumed once again with love for Lee.

Marshall arched up into Lee’s embrace. He locked his ankles at the base of Lee’s back, rubbing against him almost frantically, his need growing stronger by the second. When they came up for air at last, Lee moaned, “Roll over and grab the headboard.” Marshall wasted no time in obeying, kneeling on their pillows at the head of the bed.

Lee pressed up against Marshall. He pulled Marshall’s hair back from his ear and sucked the earlobe into his mouth, even as he reached around him, caressing his chest and nipples.

Marshall thought he might lose his mind if Lee didn’t get inside of him right now. He ached to be filled by Lee’s cock. He hungered for him more than he’d ever thought it was possible to want someone.

“Lee,” he moaned, unable to suppress his need.

“Yes, baby,” Lee murmured, as he thrust up inside Marshall, filling him completely.

“Yes!” Marshall cried. “God, yes.” He gripped the headboard tightly, pushing back to meet Lee’s thrusts. 

“Not deep enough,” Lee declared, after several minutes of intense exertion. He slapped one of Marshall’s cheeks. “On your back,” he commanded, withdrawing, to Marshall’s chagrin.

Marshall slid quickly onto his back, his eyes pleading for Lee. Lee lifted Marshall’s leg, placed it on top of his shoulder and re-positioned himself inside of Marshall. The new angle meant he could thrust harder and deeper, and Marshall moaned his approval with every breath he took.

This was what Marshall had been waiting for all day. This was the main event for which the vibrating butt plugs had only been the warm-up bout. All the sweet agony he’d endured every time Lee pressed the remote was worthwhile, justified by this moment in time.  Even sitting through dinner plugged and unable to do anything to ease his agony.

“Goddammit, Lee, I love you so much.”

Lee’s lips made further words unnecessary.

to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #23 (5.2)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! For those in the US, it's the day before Thanksgiving! If it's Wednesday, it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! Each of our stories is between 500 and 1000 words, and each is inspired by one or more of our weekly prompts.

In last week's episode of Don't Look Back, Marshall and Lee are in San Antonio on a business/pleasure trip. The business is done, now for some pleasure! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #23 (5.2)

The walk back to the Crockett seemed impossibly long, but Marshall curbed his impatience, and refrained from putting his hands all over Lee, much as he wanted to. In public, anyway. Once they were alone, that wasn’t all he intended to touch Lee with, and his cock ached at the thought.

“Want to grab a bite to eat?” Lee asked. They stood at the back of the elevator, which crawled up to the fifth floor, stopping for an eternity at every floor in between, as people got on and off.

“That’s the plan,” Marshall quipped. He gave Lee a sassy wink.

“I meant dinner, boy.” Lee chuckled.

“So did I.” Marshall offered a faux innocent look that didn’t fool Lee for one moment.

Lee’s grin only grew broader. Food could wait, as far as Marshall was concerned. Oh yes, he intended to dine—on Lee.

They arrived on their floor at last. Lee took Marshall’s hand in his and they strolled the short distance to their room. Marshall’s heart pounded in anticipation. His cock was hard and leaking pre-cum. Lee opened the door and pulled Marshall inside, pushing him up against the back of the door. Their mouths meshed hungrily together.

Marshall never tired of the taste of Lee, no matter how often they kissed, which was pretty often. His connection to Lee was everything to Marshall. Lee was his anchor and his rock, and he couldn’t imagine life without him. Never again.

He moaned when Lee broke off the kiss. 

“Shhh. Get undressed and meet me on the bed,” Lee murmured, “but leave the underwear.”  He disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later, Marshall heard running water, and he understood. He quickly yanked off all his clothes, leaving the assless boxers. And the cock ring, of course, which technically didn’t qualify as clothing. More of an accessory.

By the time Lee emerged from the bathroom, Marshall was splayed across the bed, his head on one hand, the other draped along his side. He looked into Lee’s eyes as he approached, and read the open admiration there, as well as lust.

“If I’m the main course, you’re dessert,” Lee said, his voice deep with need, and the promise of what was to come. “How do you want me?”

Now that was a good question. Marshall scrambled onto his hands and knees and crawled down the bed toward Lee. “Turn around and let me see what I’m gonna eat,” he directed.

Lee obeyed, turning in a sexy pirouette until his ass faced Marshall. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on Marshall.

God bless whoever designed these.

Lee was in fantastic shape. His body could put a lot of younger men to shame. Every time Marshall looked at him, his heart swelled with pride at the knowledge this sexy man was his.

Rising onto his knees, Marshall nuzzled Lee’s ass. He rubbed his cheek against Lee’s firm flesh. Lee spread his legs a little more, and Marshall reached between, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them in his fingers.

This was nice, but this wasn’t what he wanted. For right now, Marshall was in charge and he knew it, knew how to use it.

He slid his tongue along Lee’s crack, but that was just an appetizer. “On your hands and knees,” he instructed him, moving aside so Lee could clamber onto the bed. 

Lee’s movements were slow and sexy, and Marshall watched with open admiration as Lee assumed the requested position, facing the headboard. He wriggled his ass enticingly. Marshall’s mouth watered in anticipation at the sight.

He was determined to make this moment last as long as possible.

Marshall began with the soles of Lee’s feet, pressing soft kisses on them, then on up his muscled legs. He liked the feel of the hair against his lips as he kissed his way up to his thighs and licked at the tender skin there before turning his attention to Lee’s taint. He licked a trail from his balls to his hole and felt Lee shiver.

Using his fingers, he spread Lee’s cheeks, admiring the pink pucker inside. This was his goal. This was his prize for good behavior. For this, Marshall was willing to be a very, very good boy indeed.

He tenderly kissed Lee’s hole and the sensitive skin around it, before adding his tongue to the mix and licking the same areas.

Feeling adventurous, he raised his hand and slapped Lee’s cheek, felt it quiver beneath his palm. When he heard Lee moan, he repeated the action on the other cheek.

“Goddamn, boy,” was Lee’s only comment.

And now for the feast…

Marshall devoured Lee’s hole, alternating between licking and sucking and fucking with his tongue.  No fingers today, he used his mouth alone to satisfy both their desires. He felt Lee’s need ramping up, growing stronger, much like his own. With the cock ring, though, there was nothing he could do about that. At least not now.

He knew Lee was reaching his limit when Lee’s hand snaked beneath him, reaching for his cock. Marshall forestalled his move by rolling them both over. He knew damn well Lee was stronger, and could have stopped him easily… if he’d wanted to.

Marshall twined his fingers in Lee’s offending hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it sweetly. The sheet beneath them was soaked with pre-cum.

Marshall raised his eyes to Lee’s lust-laden orbs, so dark they were almost purple. He didn’t need to ask to know what Lee wanted. He swallowed him whole, taking Lee’s cock into his mouth up to the root. Lee arched his back. With his free hand, he grabbed Marshall’s long hair and held on tight as he thrust upward, fucking Marshall’s mouth.

Marshall sucked as Lee fucked his mouth hard, harder. When Lee came, he swallowed every last drop and licked him clean, like a cat with cream.

“Your turn, boy.” Lee smiled.

to be continued

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Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #19 (4.4)

Happy Wednesday to everyone, and welcome to another edition of the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who like to play with flash fiction. Every week we post a flash between 500 and 1000 words, inspired by at least one of that week's prompts.

Don't Look Back continues this week with Marshall and Lee taking a day for some fishing, and fun in the sun. This story has mature themes, and it's not for everyone. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #19 (4.4)

Lee’s lips were soft, his breath warm, and his fingers were doing the most amazing things to Marshall’s flesh.  Marshall ate up the attention. Not that he didn’t have Lee’s attention on a regular basis, but today was special, and he felt like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to see what Santa had brought. Except in this case Santa had brought Lee, and Lee brought joy to Marshall’s world.

When Lee backed off and rose, Marshall moaned at the loss.

“Just for a second,” Lee assured him. “Be right back.”

Marshall’s eyes fastened on Lee’s hot ass as he knelt beside the cooler and rummaged through their bag. He licked his lips appreciatively at the sight. When Lee returned, he held the honey bear in one hand, the lube in the other. Now Marshall was even more confused as to Lee’s intentions.

“You hungry?” he ventured a guess.

Lee gave him a knowing smile. “Always hungry for you, aren’t I?”

Marshall had to grin at that.  Familiar warmth stole through his body at Lee’s words. “Yeah, but that doesn’t explain… Oooh….” 

Lee tossed the lube onto the blanket. He opened the bear and removed the seal that proved it was virgin and untouched by anyone else. Upending it, he began to slowly drizzle honey over Marshall’s nipples, first one and then the other. Marshall watched the process with fascination. What in the world was Lee up to?

When Lee touched the tip of his tongue to one nipple, Marshall began to understand. Even more so, as Lee licked around the pink nub before taking it fully into his mouth and sucking. Marshall moaned in appreciation. Lee repeated the procedure on the second nipple. By the time he was done, they were rosy and stiff peaks, and ached pleasurably.

Lee leaned back and squatted on his haunches. His eyes hungrily grazed over Marshall, who writhed impatiently. Marshall knew better than to whimper. He bit his tongue as he waited for Lee to make his next move. He didn’t have long to wait.

Lee moved farther south, and turned the bear upside down again, holding it over Marshall’s hard, weeping cock. The viscous substance oozed out, hitting the cockhead, sliding slowly down the side.  Lee used his fingers to help coat Marshall’s erection with the sweet stuff, before he bent over it and took it into his mouth in its entirety.

Lee’s mouth was warm and wet around Marshall’s cock, and his tongue was doing things that in certain societies might be considered criminal. Marshall arched his back, digging his fingers into the blanket beneath him. A gentle breeze stirred the air, and purple blossoms descended upon them in a colorful shower.

Lee took Marshall’s hairless balls in one hand, rolling them between his fingers. He’d given them a quick going over in the bathroom last night, just in case. Not that they were all that hairy to begin with. Lee had a lot more hair down there than Marshall did.

“Finger,” Marshall moaned needily. “Please,” he added as an afterthought, although today he knew it wasn’t mandatory. Still, couldn’t hurt.

Lee knew what Marshall wanted—Lee always understood Marshall’s needs. Marshall watched as Lee moved his hand from Marshall’s balls, picked up the lube and one-handedly pushed open the cap. He spilled a small amount of the lube onto Marshall’s stomach; it was cool to the touch, not unpleasantly so. Setting the tube aside, Lee dipped his fingers into the substance, slicking them. “Spread’em, sweet cheeks,” he directed, and Marshall happily obeyed.

Marshall pulled his legs back and held them against his chest, knowing this would give Lee greater access.

“How many?” Lee wanted to know, licking the top of Marshall’s cock.

“Three.”

“Let’s work up to that, why don’t we? Start with two?”

Marshall nodded his assent. Lee slid two fingers slowly inside Marshall’s channel, even as he devoured his cock once more. Oh God, that felt good. He clenched his muscles about Lee’s fingers, hoping to keep them there forever. He knew what was coming, and he braced for it.

Sure enough, Lee reached Marshall’s prostate and pushed against the bundle of nerves. Marshall yelped; Lee did it again.

“More!” he gasped, and felt Lee add the third finger he’d promised.

Marshall felt full, but in a good way. There was only one thing better than having Lee fingerfuck him, and that was being filled by Lee himself.  He closed his eyes and gave in to the sensations that bombarded him, to the glory of the moment.

Cool air hit his cock as Lee pulled off again, and removed his fingers gently from Marshall’s ass. “I think you’re ready. Roll on your side.”

Marshall wasted no time in doing as directed.  Lee lifted one leg and raised it to his shoulder before he pushed inside Marshall with one thrust.

“Go ahead and touch,” Lee gave his permission. Marshall quickly wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped, even as Lee began to thrust in and out in a quick rhythm.

Marshall’s control began to slip. He was about to come, and he knew it. That familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach that began to grow, radiating outward, rapidly. The feeling sparked and caught fire as his cock began to spasm and Lee thrust harder. Marshall kept pumping his cock, ejaculating in quick spurts that coated his hand and chest.

A few hard thrusts later, he felt Lee’s release fill him warmly, heard Lee moan his name aloud as he came, before he collapsed onto the blanket, pulling Marshall close.

Damn, that was good.  If the fishing was even half as good, it would be a perfect day.  Drained, he was tempted to close his eyes for a moment. It was a struggle not to give in. But in the end, he gave up and fell asleep against Lee, inhaling his familiar scent.

to be continued

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