Angelia Sparrow's Blog, page 23
February 8, 2014
My Sexy Saturday: Come Undone Sexy
"Have you ever had characters that just couldn’t wait to be all over each other? You know the kind that just couldn’t get enough of each other, no matter what the circumstance? Well, this week is about those characters that go at it like rabbits if they do it."
This is from Chain-Male.
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure...
Chad leads a quiet life centered on his work as a university librarian...until the day he sees the cute guy in the history class he's auditing. Later, Jace comes on strong when he visits the library, first asking Chad for information, then for a date.
But Chad has no idea what he's getting into with the ponytailed, bracelet-wearing mechanic. All of his printed-out porn and slightly kinky fantasies never prepared him for chainmail and historical re-enactment.
Chad is about to get a living history lesson he'll never forget...
Seven My Sexy Saturday Paragraphs
Chad nodded. They went in and ordered at the register. Jace got the potato pancakes and Chad went for pigs in a blanket. Chad caught himself staring at various parts of Jace during the interminable wait. His mouth was going to be sweeter than the maple syrup on the pancakes. Those big battered hands, Chad noticed a new cut across the back of the left one, were going to feel wonderful on his chest and cock and ass. He snuck a glance at Jace’s jeans, dying to get at what lay under the zipper.
The server delivered the take-out bag and they practically fled to the car. Chad held the food while Jace drove back to his place, as fast as the law allowed. Chad pretended that last stoplight had been yellow when they entered the intersection.
The take-out ended up dropped on the end table and Jace’s mouth was all over Chad’s as soon as the door closed. Chad moaned under the onslaught, as hungry for Jace’s mouth as Jace seemed to be for his.
Once unencumbered with food, Jace’s hands were everywhere, on his cheeks, around his waist, groping his ass and finally opening his jeans. Chad felt his cock leap out of the zipper, straight into Jace’s waiting hand.
“Gonna suck you.” Jace pushed him back against the door, kicked his feet apart and shoved his jeans down his thighs, essentially trapping him. Chad just moaned, desperate for this.
Jace went to his knees, pinning Chad to the door and sucked him all the way down, pressing his lips to Chad’s groin and sticking his tongue out to flick Chad’s balls. Chad just shook, unfamiliar sensations wracking him with pleasure.
Jace slid off until only the barest tip of Chad’s cock rested on his lips. He flickered his tongue over the head, teasing the slit and tracing the ridge. Chad closed his fists and tried not to come at the second lick.
This is from Chain-Male.
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure...
Chad leads a quiet life centered on his work as a university librarian...until the day he sees the cute guy in the history class he's auditing. Later, Jace comes on strong when he visits the library, first asking Chad for information, then for a date.
But Chad has no idea what he's getting into with the ponytailed, bracelet-wearing mechanic. All of his printed-out porn and slightly kinky fantasies never prepared him for chainmail and historical re-enactment.
Chad is about to get a living history lesson he'll never forget...
Seven My Sexy Saturday Paragraphs
Chad nodded. They went in and ordered at the register. Jace got the potato pancakes and Chad went for pigs in a blanket. Chad caught himself staring at various parts of Jace during the interminable wait. His mouth was going to be sweeter than the maple syrup on the pancakes. Those big battered hands, Chad noticed a new cut across the back of the left one, were going to feel wonderful on his chest and cock and ass. He snuck a glance at Jace’s jeans, dying to get at what lay under the zipper.
The server delivered the take-out bag and they practically fled to the car. Chad held the food while Jace drove back to his place, as fast as the law allowed. Chad pretended that last stoplight had been yellow when they entered the intersection.
The take-out ended up dropped on the end table and Jace’s mouth was all over Chad’s as soon as the door closed. Chad moaned under the onslaught, as hungry for Jace’s mouth as Jace seemed to be for his.
Once unencumbered with food, Jace’s hands were everywhere, on his cheeks, around his waist, groping his ass and finally opening his jeans. Chad felt his cock leap out of the zipper, straight into Jace’s waiting hand.
“Gonna suck you.” Jace pushed him back against the door, kicked his feet apart and shoved his jeans down his thighs, essentially trapping him. Chad just moaned, desperate for this.
Jace went to his knees, pinning Chad to the door and sucked him all the way down, pressing his lips to Chad’s groin and sticking his tongue out to flick Chad’s balls. Chad just shook, unfamiliar sensations wracking him with pleasure.
Jace slid off until only the barest tip of Chad’s cock rested on his lips. He flickered his tongue over the head, teasing the slit and tracing the ridge. Chad closed his fists and tried not to come at the second lick.
February 3, 2014
Not dead yet
I just came off a 10 day workweek, mostly at night. I've been in every Dillards from Little Rock to Nashville.
Regular posting is about to resume. We have guest bloggers and my new stuff.
I submitted three stories at the end of last year and "Waterwheel" has been picked up for Storm Moon press' Devout, a priest kink anthology. Naomi and I subbed "Riding the Edge," with sexy interracial combat mages, for Inkstained Succubus' Dominant Tendencies, and it's in there too. Still waiting to hear on the YA.
I said on FB, "I write tentacle sex and everyone says "Of course you did." I write YA and the pearl clutching makes you think the world was ending."
Have been ridiculously fannish about Smallville.
Have just bought Season 3.
However, I forgot to check my Ebay shipping address.
I bought Dark Sage yarn in Movember, had it sent to my mom's place in Drexel Mo.
Guess where my Season 3 SV discs are?
Drexel.
And my copy of "Rick" is headed there as well.
Mom says she'll mail them my way.
Regular posting is about to resume. We have guest bloggers and my new stuff.
I submitted three stories at the end of last year and "Waterwheel" has been picked up for Storm Moon press' Devout, a priest kink anthology. Naomi and I subbed "Riding the Edge," with sexy interracial combat mages, for Inkstained Succubus' Dominant Tendencies, and it's in there too. Still waiting to hear on the YA.
I said on FB, "I write tentacle sex and everyone says "Of course you did." I write YA and the pearl clutching makes you think the world was ending."
Have been ridiculously fannish about Smallville.
Have just bought Season 3.
However, I forgot to check my Ebay shipping address.
I bought Dark Sage yarn in Movember, had it sent to my mom's place in Drexel Mo.
Guess where my Season 3 SV discs are?
Drexel.
And my copy of "Rick" is headed there as well.
Mom says she'll mail them my way.
December 23, 2013
Yuletide Youtube
One of my childhood favorites
December 22, 2013
Sunday Story Time
From Shell Shocked.
http://jupitergardenspress.com/shop/shell-shocked-print/
NOT safe for work. Language and sex.
Yule crept up on them. Gabe hauled out his tiny table-top tree, a sad little fiber optic thing that was missing the base. He set it up on the table and they decorated it with the reindeer and ring ornaments.
Sean leaned over and kissed him. "So how do we manage presents when I can't get to the store without you?"
Gabe thought for a minute. "We go to the store but check out separately and meet outside." He looked up from the cards. "Sean, you don't have to get me anything."
Sean slid down to sit on one of the floor pillows. He stroked Gabe's hair. "But I want to. Nothing big, just a little something." He grinned. "I think you'll like what I have in mind."
"You already gave me a great present." Gabe leaned in and kissed him. "Several of them. You don't have to get me anything else."
"Too late." Sean kissed him back. "I already ordered it from eBay." He sighed and held Gabe more tightly. "I wish we could take the bus to Rockefeller center and watch them light the tree. Just not up for that." He stretched his legs and winced. "I hate winter."
"That's why we have Yule. Hope of spring in the middle of the cold darkness and all that." Gabe kissed his nose. "Okay, I'm old fashioned and all about the Saturnal."
Sean looked at him funny.
"Faunus the Roman Goat-God," Gabe sang, to the tune of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, "had a very rigid prick. And if you ever saw it, you would say it's quite a trick."
"Gene Autry is spinning in his grave," Sean moaned. Gabe laughed and kissed him.
"Here, hang this." From the decoration box, Gabe pulled out a long holly garland, interspersed with mistletoe.
Sean looked at it for a moment and then held it at waist level, pretending to wrap it around his body. "Maybe I should wear it as a sash, instead."
Gabe laughed until he gasped for breath. "Just hang it, you dork. The hooks are already in place." As Sean found the hooks around the altar, Gabe sang some more as he hand walked over to the altar.
"The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry tunes
As we all sing with cheer.
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
The Goddess brings the Solstice Sun
To allow our hopes to bud
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The Green Man and the Holly King
Are always welcome here."
Sean sat back down beside him. "Looking downright festive in here. And I don't think I've ever heard you sing."
"Seemed appropriate,'" Gabe said. "I haven't been able to hang that in years. Thank you."
"It looks great. Sounded great." Sean kissed him. "Sometimes guys with nice voices can't carry a tune."
Gabe nuzzled him. "Now about kissing you under the mistletoe." His hands were busy at Sean's waist, opening his jeans. "Always happy to kiss you there. Or anywhere." Gabe looked up from his work. "You're commando, you naughty thing."
Sean grinned as Gabe discovered he wasn't wearing any underwear. "Had to be ready for that unexpected kiss under the mistletoe." He looked up at the altar and the picture of Cernunnos. "Is this okay? I mean...it's like a church over here."
Gabe nuzzled the head of his cock, rubbing it along the edge of his beard. "No more appropriate place, really."
"Ah right, fertility god." Sean stroked his hair and then gave a soft noise as Gabe swallowed him down with no more teasing. "Oh, Gabe, I was," he caught his breath, feeling ready to melt under his lover's tongue, "just teasing."
"Mmhmm," Gabe acknowledged, not letting go of his cock. He did the swirl thing that Sean loved and then sucked hard and deep. As usual, Sean didn't take long. Despite ring-training and teasing, he was still hair-trigger.
He pulled Gabe up for a kiss. "Love you. Happy Yule."
Gabe smiled at him. "Happy Yule, lover."
Sean cuddled him for a minute before saying, "Your present should get here in a few days. Man, I love the Internet."
Gabe kissed his chin. "I have to go shopping. I'll sneak out when you're all absorbed in writing. You won’t even notice I'm gone."
"I'll be fine," Sean reassured him.
"I need a credit card, so I can shop the net, too. I'm so low tech, just a checkbook and EBT." Sean stole a kiss as Gabe said that. "Oh yeah, cash. I love cash." Gabe grinned at that.
"We all love cash," Sean teased.
"Oh? Maybe I should stuff some in your nonexistent underwear. Dance for me?" His grin got bigger.
Sean rolled his eyes, put on a blank expression and mimed chewing gum as he rolled his hips. Gabe laughed.
"Admit it, you love me bare."
Gabe agreed readily, "Oh yeah."
Sean's hand slid down to cup Gabe's genitals. "So, uh, anything else you need me to hang?"
Gabe took stock of the situation, looking very thoughtful. Sean knew his new meds lowered his sex drive considerably.
"Hmmm... nope. Not right now. Drat."
Sean cuddled him instead. “Babe, are you sure about those new drugs? Lithium seems pretty extreme.”
“It's not the first time I've needed it.” Gabe snuggled in closer. “I tend to be bipolar. Lately, it's been fairly level. But you really don't want to see me at either end of the mood swing.”
Sean nodded. “It’s okay. There's always later. Do we need a ritual or anything for fucking in front of the altar?"
Gabe shrugged. "Maybe say a few things. But the sex is the ritual. All acts of love and pleasure."
Sean kissed him. "Nice and simple." He sat up. "Time to get back to work."
"Yeah. Me too." When Gabe kissed him, Sean lingered a long time.
"Mmm, sweet." Gabe kissed his chin. "Work. Write hot sex. Give good readings. Yeah." He took one more kiss before breaking away.
"I'm going to check the mail." Sean always went and got the mail. Gabe encouraged this, saying it was good for him to get out of the apartment by himself. He got the bills and a new contract and was pleased to see a large box had arrived. He wasn't sure how to get it into the apartment, but figured as long as he left it sealed, the present would remain a surprise.
He came back to find Gabe in mid-reading. His lover turned over the Two of Cups, but looked up briefly. His eyes widened at the sight of the box. Sean flipped him a grin, dropped the electric and cable bills on their pile and sauntered into the bedroom.
When he came out, wrapped box in hand, he saw Gabe had finished the call.
"Oooh, stags," Gabe said. "Can I shake it?"
Sean looked at the gold deer on the green paper. "I think they're reindeer." He handed it over. "Shake it like a maraca, babe."
Gabe shook the package, wearing a look of intense concentration. There was no noise since the gift was well packed.
"Done?" When Gabe nodded, Sean set the tree on the altar and the box under the tree. It was bigger than the tree, and covered about half the surface of the little table. "Now I work." Sean sat down and fired up the computer. When he opened the word processor, he scrolled to the top of the last page as was his habit in order to pick up the thread of the story. He skimmed his way down the scene
"Oh, you little..." He looked back at Gabe who had just hung up the phone. "Jed mashed his throbbing cockmeat against Josey's puckered starfish, the pre-cum weeping from his piss-slit making the way easier as he rammed his fucktool into the rancher's tight boyish ass," Sean read the altered text off the screen, barely able to keep a straight face.
Gabe giggled.
Sean scowled, but couldn't maintain it. "I have my dignity! I have my authorial integrity!"
Gabe laughed. "I don't!"
"I have cranky editors who will pimp-slap my happy PTSD ass into next week like the little bitch I am." Sean was grinning now.
"No way. That's my ass to bitch-slap!" He hopped up on his palms and strutted over menacingly. "Writer better have my book. Not a table of contents. Not a synopsis. All my book."
Sean slid to the floor, laughing helplessly at his lover doing an Antonio Fargas impression. When he caught his breath, he gasped, "I should spank you."
"For what? You'll nevah take me alive, coppah!" Antonio Fargas melted into James Cagney.
Sean caught Gabe and bore him to the floor. "For high crimes against taste. For failure to turn in your queer card upon wearing a Hawaiian shirt. For abuse of the romance clichés and turning my spicy romance into god-awful porn. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will only get you spanked. You have the right to an appeal. The higher court is my cock. You have the right to legal counsel but I waived it in lieu of spanking you."
"Oh good." Gabe just grinned as Sean sat up. He draped himself over Sean's lap at once and Sean flipped his Utilikilt up.
"And you called me naughty for going commando," he teased, laying a light swat across Gabe's ass cheek.
Gabe jumped just a little, but pushed up for more while Sean rubbed his bottom. He jumped as Sean landed a second, sharper swat. Sean cupped the perfect buttocks and swatted them again, before rubbing some more. Gabe wiggled a little and Sean swatted the other cheek.
"I must have been sooo bad," Gabe said.
Sean answered by kissing the swatted spots. When Gabe moaned at the treatment, Sean swatted him harder, enough that his palm stung, and then kissed the hand print. After a few of those, Gabe was humping his leg.
Unable to resist, Sean scooped him up and carried him to the futon. He plopped Gabe on his back, flipped his kilt and started sucking in earnest.
"Careful, flyboy. I'll think you like it. You're getting really--" Gabe's breath caught when Sean did a deep Hoover motion with a tongue flick, "good," he finished.
Sean grinned and returned to working him over. Gabe went wordless, breathy sounds escaping him. After a moment, Sean swallowed all of his cock, burying his nose against Gabe's pelvis and flicking his tongue out to touch his balls.
"Fucking hell," Gabe whispered, amazement coloring his voice.
Sean, breathing fast through his nose and humping the futon, moved down to suck Gabe's balls, running his tongue over them and taking them in one at a time.
"This is hot. Oh gods, this is hot," Gabe moaned.
"Damn right you're hot... horndog." Sean grinned and pulled away from his balls, only to lick lower, teasing Gabe's hole with his tongue. Gabe had rimmed him a time or two, and it made him crazy. He tried the licking motion he loved best.
"That's my middle name," Gabe managed before dissolving into an incoherent litany of praise for Sean's tongue, invocations to Cernunnos, and profanity.
"Need you." Sean grabbed a condom and the lube, used both hastily, slopping the lubricant onto the sheets, and slammed in.
Gabe came from the simple penetration. Sean, despite the earlier climax, didn't take long either. Three hard strokes and he was filling the condom and pulling out. He peeled it off and stretched out on the futon.
"Wore me out again, babe."
Gabe kissed him for that comment. "Maybe I should break out the antlers I wear to rituals since you're already down to such serious cock-worship."
Sean pulled him closer to snuggle and laid one hand on his cock. "It's worth worshiping. When is the next ritual?"
Gabe kissed his neck. "Turning pagan, are you? Gonna grow your hair long, take me forest-dancing on the Sabbats and Esbats?"
"Um..." Sean thought about it. "Maybe on the hair, definitely on the dancing and maybe on the pagan. I'm not big on religion."
Gabe rolled up to look at him. "No, religion isn't worth it if it makes you miserable. Only do it if it makes you happy. There's a god out there that'll make everybody happy."
Sean smiled. "I kinda like yours. He makes you happy and that makes me happy."
"Uh-huh. And I can eat very rare red meat and fuck all I want without threat of eternal damnation."
Sean laughed at that. "I'm sold. I'm thinking of converting. What's Cernunnos's position on beer? If it's proof he loves us and wants us to be happy, I could go for that kind of god. If I believed in any."
"Who knows? Maybe by Ostara, you'll be ready."
"Ostara? Easter?"
Gabe nodded. "The next time we dance. We missed the Yule ritual, since the coven always has it about a week before the solstice to accommodate the college kids. I always skip Imbolc. I don't like getting out in the cold. And Mother doesn't have much to do with me, so I figure if I help wake Her up, She'll be cranky." He looked Sean over. "You better be good for one by Beltaine."
Sean traced a pentagram on his chest. "Star my heart and hope to stay celibate."
"Hush, you. The Gods take that seriously." Gabe kissed him. "And so do I. You basically just made a sacred vow to go to the ritual."
Sean nodded. "I know. We'll go."
~* * *~
At sunset on Yule, Gabe lit candles and chanted a bit. Sean joined him in a chorus of "Faunus the Roman Goat-God," having looked up the words on the net.
Sean had made an odd solstice dinner. Miniature meat pies, tiny cocktail sausages, baby carrots and all sorts of little tidbits filled the plates. "Symbolizes the shortest day of the year," he said.
Gabe laughed. "I like this tradition." He nibbled at a chocolate petit four. "I have your present. And I'm dying to open mine."
Sean washed up and Gabe went to sit by the tree. Sean brought them cocoa, his special blend of home-made mix with extra cocoa powder and a little melted dark chocolate. Gabe fairly wriggled in excitement when he handed over his mug.
"Don't bounce, Gabe. You'll spill it and burn yourself and the clinic will have my hide."
"Now I know you love me. You give me chocolate." Gabe sipped and set it down. He handed Sean the little box. "Hope it works right."
Sean opened the box and found a copy of The Sims 2. He looked at Gabe, a mixture of wonder, greed and pain washing through him. He'd wanted the game since it had come out. But thirty dollars was a week's worth of food. "Who'd you mug? You can't afford this." He shook his head and made himself set it on the desk. His fingers didn't want to let go. "We'll have to take it back." He tried to sound firm, whether for Gabe or himself, he wasn't sure.
"The clerk at Goodwill said all sales are final. I stayed in our limit, promise." Gabe looked very hurt and more than a little angry. “Do you think I would jeopardize our finances over a stupid game?”
Sean's hands found the game again and he turned it over and over.
"In that case." Sean leaned over and kissed him. "Thank you, I'd been wanting one."
"I know. I watch you surf when you're blocked."
Sean set the game in his lap and picked up the other package. "I'm sorry I was a prick about mine. I hope you like this." He handed it to Gabe.
Gabe ripped in like an over-eager kid. He held up the skateboard and laughed. "Only you would get a skateboard for a man with no legs."
"I saw some streaming videos where the guy used it to get around. Go, give it a try."
Gabe set the board on the floor and seated himself on top of it. He pushed a little with his hands. The board rolled. He grinned. "I used to ride one of these when I was a kid. Not so different now."
With a good push, he scooted across the room. He came back to where Sean sat and kissed him. "I love it. Perfect gift. And a lot less tiring than hand-walking."
They made love before the altar again, with many kisses and a slow stroking. Gabe whispered words of joy and welcome to the returning light.
http://jupitergardenspress.com/shop/shell-shocked-print/
NOT safe for work. Language and sex.
Yule crept up on them. Gabe hauled out his tiny table-top tree, a sad little fiber optic thing that was missing the base. He set it up on the table and they decorated it with the reindeer and ring ornaments.
Sean leaned over and kissed him. "So how do we manage presents when I can't get to the store without you?"
Gabe thought for a minute. "We go to the store but check out separately and meet outside." He looked up from the cards. "Sean, you don't have to get me anything."
Sean slid down to sit on one of the floor pillows. He stroked Gabe's hair. "But I want to. Nothing big, just a little something." He grinned. "I think you'll like what I have in mind."
"You already gave me a great present." Gabe leaned in and kissed him. "Several of them. You don't have to get me anything else."
"Too late." Sean kissed him back. "I already ordered it from eBay." He sighed and held Gabe more tightly. "I wish we could take the bus to Rockefeller center and watch them light the tree. Just not up for that." He stretched his legs and winced. "I hate winter."
"That's why we have Yule. Hope of spring in the middle of the cold darkness and all that." Gabe kissed his nose. "Okay, I'm old fashioned and all about the Saturnal."
Sean looked at him funny.
"Faunus the Roman Goat-God," Gabe sang, to the tune of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, "had a very rigid prick. And if you ever saw it, you would say it's quite a trick."
"Gene Autry is spinning in his grave," Sean moaned. Gabe laughed and kissed him.
"Here, hang this." From the decoration box, Gabe pulled out a long holly garland, interspersed with mistletoe.
Sean looked at it for a moment and then held it at waist level, pretending to wrap it around his body. "Maybe I should wear it as a sash, instead."
Gabe laughed until he gasped for breath. "Just hang it, you dork. The hooks are already in place." As Sean found the hooks around the altar, Gabe sang some more as he hand walked over to the altar.
"The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry tunes
As we all sing with cheer.
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
The Goddess brings the Solstice Sun
To allow our hopes to bud
The rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The Green Man and the Holly King
Are always welcome here."
Sean sat back down beside him. "Looking downright festive in here. And I don't think I've ever heard you sing."
"Seemed appropriate,'" Gabe said. "I haven't been able to hang that in years. Thank you."
"It looks great. Sounded great." Sean kissed him. "Sometimes guys with nice voices can't carry a tune."
Gabe nuzzled him. "Now about kissing you under the mistletoe." His hands were busy at Sean's waist, opening his jeans. "Always happy to kiss you there. Or anywhere." Gabe looked up from his work. "You're commando, you naughty thing."
Sean grinned as Gabe discovered he wasn't wearing any underwear. "Had to be ready for that unexpected kiss under the mistletoe." He looked up at the altar and the picture of Cernunnos. "Is this okay? I mean...it's like a church over here."
Gabe nuzzled the head of his cock, rubbing it along the edge of his beard. "No more appropriate place, really."
"Ah right, fertility god." Sean stroked his hair and then gave a soft noise as Gabe swallowed him down with no more teasing. "Oh, Gabe, I was," he caught his breath, feeling ready to melt under his lover's tongue, "just teasing."
"Mmhmm," Gabe acknowledged, not letting go of his cock. He did the swirl thing that Sean loved and then sucked hard and deep. As usual, Sean didn't take long. Despite ring-training and teasing, he was still hair-trigger.
He pulled Gabe up for a kiss. "Love you. Happy Yule."
Gabe smiled at him. "Happy Yule, lover."
Sean cuddled him for a minute before saying, "Your present should get here in a few days. Man, I love the Internet."
Gabe kissed his chin. "I have to go shopping. I'll sneak out when you're all absorbed in writing. You won’t even notice I'm gone."
"I'll be fine," Sean reassured him.
"I need a credit card, so I can shop the net, too. I'm so low tech, just a checkbook and EBT." Sean stole a kiss as Gabe said that. "Oh yeah, cash. I love cash." Gabe grinned at that.
"We all love cash," Sean teased.
"Oh? Maybe I should stuff some in your nonexistent underwear. Dance for me?" His grin got bigger.
Sean rolled his eyes, put on a blank expression and mimed chewing gum as he rolled his hips. Gabe laughed.
"Admit it, you love me bare."
Gabe agreed readily, "Oh yeah."
Sean's hand slid down to cup Gabe's genitals. "So, uh, anything else you need me to hang?"
Gabe took stock of the situation, looking very thoughtful. Sean knew his new meds lowered his sex drive considerably.
"Hmmm... nope. Not right now. Drat."
Sean cuddled him instead. “Babe, are you sure about those new drugs? Lithium seems pretty extreme.”
“It's not the first time I've needed it.” Gabe snuggled in closer. “I tend to be bipolar. Lately, it's been fairly level. But you really don't want to see me at either end of the mood swing.”
Sean nodded. “It’s okay. There's always later. Do we need a ritual or anything for fucking in front of the altar?"
Gabe shrugged. "Maybe say a few things. But the sex is the ritual. All acts of love and pleasure."
Sean kissed him. "Nice and simple." He sat up. "Time to get back to work."
"Yeah. Me too." When Gabe kissed him, Sean lingered a long time.
"Mmm, sweet." Gabe kissed his chin. "Work. Write hot sex. Give good readings. Yeah." He took one more kiss before breaking away.
"I'm going to check the mail." Sean always went and got the mail. Gabe encouraged this, saying it was good for him to get out of the apartment by himself. He got the bills and a new contract and was pleased to see a large box had arrived. He wasn't sure how to get it into the apartment, but figured as long as he left it sealed, the present would remain a surprise.
He came back to find Gabe in mid-reading. His lover turned over the Two of Cups, but looked up briefly. His eyes widened at the sight of the box. Sean flipped him a grin, dropped the electric and cable bills on their pile and sauntered into the bedroom.
When he came out, wrapped box in hand, he saw Gabe had finished the call.
"Oooh, stags," Gabe said. "Can I shake it?"
Sean looked at the gold deer on the green paper. "I think they're reindeer." He handed it over. "Shake it like a maraca, babe."
Gabe shook the package, wearing a look of intense concentration. There was no noise since the gift was well packed.
"Done?" When Gabe nodded, Sean set the tree on the altar and the box under the tree. It was bigger than the tree, and covered about half the surface of the little table. "Now I work." Sean sat down and fired up the computer. When he opened the word processor, he scrolled to the top of the last page as was his habit in order to pick up the thread of the story. He skimmed his way down the scene
"Oh, you little..." He looked back at Gabe who had just hung up the phone. "Jed mashed his throbbing cockmeat against Josey's puckered starfish, the pre-cum weeping from his piss-slit making the way easier as he rammed his fucktool into the rancher's tight boyish ass," Sean read the altered text off the screen, barely able to keep a straight face.
Gabe giggled.
Sean scowled, but couldn't maintain it. "I have my dignity! I have my authorial integrity!"
Gabe laughed. "I don't!"
"I have cranky editors who will pimp-slap my happy PTSD ass into next week like the little bitch I am." Sean was grinning now.
"No way. That's my ass to bitch-slap!" He hopped up on his palms and strutted over menacingly. "Writer better have my book. Not a table of contents. Not a synopsis. All my book."
Sean slid to the floor, laughing helplessly at his lover doing an Antonio Fargas impression. When he caught his breath, he gasped, "I should spank you."
"For what? You'll nevah take me alive, coppah!" Antonio Fargas melted into James Cagney.
Sean caught Gabe and bore him to the floor. "For high crimes against taste. For failure to turn in your queer card upon wearing a Hawaiian shirt. For abuse of the romance clichés and turning my spicy romance into god-awful porn. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will only get you spanked. You have the right to an appeal. The higher court is my cock. You have the right to legal counsel but I waived it in lieu of spanking you."
"Oh good." Gabe just grinned as Sean sat up. He draped himself over Sean's lap at once and Sean flipped his Utilikilt up.
"And you called me naughty for going commando," he teased, laying a light swat across Gabe's ass cheek.
Gabe jumped just a little, but pushed up for more while Sean rubbed his bottom. He jumped as Sean landed a second, sharper swat. Sean cupped the perfect buttocks and swatted them again, before rubbing some more. Gabe wiggled a little and Sean swatted the other cheek.
"I must have been sooo bad," Gabe said.
Sean answered by kissing the swatted spots. When Gabe moaned at the treatment, Sean swatted him harder, enough that his palm stung, and then kissed the hand print. After a few of those, Gabe was humping his leg.
Unable to resist, Sean scooped him up and carried him to the futon. He plopped Gabe on his back, flipped his kilt and started sucking in earnest.
"Careful, flyboy. I'll think you like it. You're getting really--" Gabe's breath caught when Sean did a deep Hoover motion with a tongue flick, "good," he finished.
Sean grinned and returned to working him over. Gabe went wordless, breathy sounds escaping him. After a moment, Sean swallowed all of his cock, burying his nose against Gabe's pelvis and flicking his tongue out to touch his balls.
"Fucking hell," Gabe whispered, amazement coloring his voice.
Sean, breathing fast through his nose and humping the futon, moved down to suck Gabe's balls, running his tongue over them and taking them in one at a time.
"This is hot. Oh gods, this is hot," Gabe moaned.
"Damn right you're hot... horndog." Sean grinned and pulled away from his balls, only to lick lower, teasing Gabe's hole with his tongue. Gabe had rimmed him a time or two, and it made him crazy. He tried the licking motion he loved best.
"That's my middle name," Gabe managed before dissolving into an incoherent litany of praise for Sean's tongue, invocations to Cernunnos, and profanity.
"Need you." Sean grabbed a condom and the lube, used both hastily, slopping the lubricant onto the sheets, and slammed in.
Gabe came from the simple penetration. Sean, despite the earlier climax, didn't take long either. Three hard strokes and he was filling the condom and pulling out. He peeled it off and stretched out on the futon.
"Wore me out again, babe."
Gabe kissed him for that comment. "Maybe I should break out the antlers I wear to rituals since you're already down to such serious cock-worship."
Sean pulled him closer to snuggle and laid one hand on his cock. "It's worth worshiping. When is the next ritual?"
Gabe kissed his neck. "Turning pagan, are you? Gonna grow your hair long, take me forest-dancing on the Sabbats and Esbats?"
"Um..." Sean thought about it. "Maybe on the hair, definitely on the dancing and maybe on the pagan. I'm not big on religion."
Gabe rolled up to look at him. "No, religion isn't worth it if it makes you miserable. Only do it if it makes you happy. There's a god out there that'll make everybody happy."
Sean smiled. "I kinda like yours. He makes you happy and that makes me happy."
"Uh-huh. And I can eat very rare red meat and fuck all I want without threat of eternal damnation."
Sean laughed at that. "I'm sold. I'm thinking of converting. What's Cernunnos's position on beer? If it's proof he loves us and wants us to be happy, I could go for that kind of god. If I believed in any."
"Who knows? Maybe by Ostara, you'll be ready."
"Ostara? Easter?"
Gabe nodded. "The next time we dance. We missed the Yule ritual, since the coven always has it about a week before the solstice to accommodate the college kids. I always skip Imbolc. I don't like getting out in the cold. And Mother doesn't have much to do with me, so I figure if I help wake Her up, She'll be cranky." He looked Sean over. "You better be good for one by Beltaine."
Sean traced a pentagram on his chest. "Star my heart and hope to stay celibate."
"Hush, you. The Gods take that seriously." Gabe kissed him. "And so do I. You basically just made a sacred vow to go to the ritual."
Sean nodded. "I know. We'll go."
~* * *~
At sunset on Yule, Gabe lit candles and chanted a bit. Sean joined him in a chorus of "Faunus the Roman Goat-God," having looked up the words on the net.
Sean had made an odd solstice dinner. Miniature meat pies, tiny cocktail sausages, baby carrots and all sorts of little tidbits filled the plates. "Symbolizes the shortest day of the year," he said.
Gabe laughed. "I like this tradition." He nibbled at a chocolate petit four. "I have your present. And I'm dying to open mine."
Sean washed up and Gabe went to sit by the tree. Sean brought them cocoa, his special blend of home-made mix with extra cocoa powder and a little melted dark chocolate. Gabe fairly wriggled in excitement when he handed over his mug.
"Don't bounce, Gabe. You'll spill it and burn yourself and the clinic will have my hide."
"Now I know you love me. You give me chocolate." Gabe sipped and set it down. He handed Sean the little box. "Hope it works right."
Sean opened the box and found a copy of The Sims 2. He looked at Gabe, a mixture of wonder, greed and pain washing through him. He'd wanted the game since it had come out. But thirty dollars was a week's worth of food. "Who'd you mug? You can't afford this." He shook his head and made himself set it on the desk. His fingers didn't want to let go. "We'll have to take it back." He tried to sound firm, whether for Gabe or himself, he wasn't sure.
"The clerk at Goodwill said all sales are final. I stayed in our limit, promise." Gabe looked very hurt and more than a little angry. “Do you think I would jeopardize our finances over a stupid game?”
Sean's hands found the game again and he turned it over and over.
"In that case." Sean leaned over and kissed him. "Thank you, I'd been wanting one."
"I know. I watch you surf when you're blocked."
Sean set the game in his lap and picked up the other package. "I'm sorry I was a prick about mine. I hope you like this." He handed it to Gabe.
Gabe ripped in like an over-eager kid. He held up the skateboard and laughed. "Only you would get a skateboard for a man with no legs."
"I saw some streaming videos where the guy used it to get around. Go, give it a try."
Gabe set the board on the floor and seated himself on top of it. He pushed a little with his hands. The board rolled. He grinned. "I used to ride one of these when I was a kid. Not so different now."
With a good push, he scooted across the room. He came back to where Sean sat and kissed him. "I love it. Perfect gift. And a lot less tiring than hand-walking."
They made love before the altar again, with many kisses and a slow stroking. Gabe whispered words of joy and welcome to the returning light.
December 21, 2013
Books, lots of free books
But you have to get up early to get them
At 7 AM, Eastern Time, Jessewaves is opening up the grab-bag from dozens of authors.
I'm giving away 5 copies of Barbarossa's Bitch and 1 set of my whole backlist.
KZ Snow, Blaine D. Arden, Celia Tan, all your favorites.
Go here. http://www.reviewsbyjessewave.com/2013/12/21/big-ass-holiday-author-giveaway-post-what-to-expect-tomorrow/#comments
Read the rules.
Get books!
At 7 AM, Eastern Time, Jessewaves is opening up the grab-bag from dozens of authors.
I'm giving away 5 copies of Barbarossa's Bitch and 1 set of my whole backlist.
KZ Snow, Blaine D. Arden, Celia Tan, all your favorites.
Go here. http://www.reviewsbyjessewave.com/2013/12/21/big-ass-holiday-author-giveaway-post-what-to-expect-tomorrow/#comments
Read the rules.
Get books!
BIG YULE GIVEAWAY
Yes, I shouted.
Now that I have your attention
Here is how this works.
1) I make a LiveJournal post, with screened comments. (this means only I can see them, which is why this is a Live Journal Only promotion)
2) You, the reader, go to my website. http://www.brooksandsparrow.com
3) You go to http://valarltd.livejournal.com/1917882.html and leave a comment with the title (a) and your email. If you are not an LJ user, include a name please?
4) I send you the book. All books are .pdf format.
Optional 5) You leave a review at Goodreads or Amazon
Footnote
a) The following books are NOT available:
Clockwork Spells and Magical Bells
Howl at the Mistletoe
Zombiality
Dragons Composed
Dreams of Steam
Brass and Bolts: Dreams of Steam 2
Now that I have your attention
Here is how this works.
1) I make a LiveJournal post, with screened comments. (this means only I can see them, which is why this is a Live Journal Only promotion)
2) You, the reader, go to my website. http://www.brooksandsparrow.com
3) You go to http://valarltd.livejournal.com/1917882.html and leave a comment with the title (a) and your email. If you are not an LJ user, include a name please?
4) I send you the book. All books are .pdf format.
Optional 5) You leave a review at Goodreads or Amazon
Footnote
a) The following books are NOT available:
Clockwork Spells and Magical Bells
Howl at the Mistletoe
Zombiality
Dragons Composed
Dreams of Steam
Brass and Bolts: Dreams of Steam 2
December 19, 2013
Yuletide Youtibe, with Thursday Shops
Grammy Jan is a delightful lady with whom I spent a sweet hour crocheting at the laundromat.
She makes baby caps and booties. Her prices are quite reasonable.
https://www.etsy.com/shop/grammyjan
So if there is a wee one coming, or already here, keep them warm with some love from West Memphis.
December 18, 2013
Yuletide Youtube and Wednesday Noms
Joseph is a mildly neglected figure in most Nativities. He's Mary's husband, but not the father. Here is a man willing to take on a child who is not his on the basis of a dream. Some traditions paint him as very old, marrying this early teenage girl, which comes off very Old king with the New King in his arms.
Am in the process of making these
Salted Whiskey Caramels
barely adapted from Baked Bree via Betty Crocker
makes 64 thin caramels in a 9-inch square pan
per caramel: 44 calories, 2g fat, 6g carbs, 0g fiber, 0g protein
INGREDIENTS:
5 tbsp. butter
1 cup heavy whipping cream
2 oz. (1/4 cup) whiskey (I used Jack Daniel's)
1 tsp. vanilla
1/4 tsp. kosher (coarse) salt
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/4 cup light corn syrup
1/4 cup water
up to 1 tbsp. kosher (coarse) salt, for sprinkling (you may not need the entire tablespoon)
DIRECTIONS:
1. Line 9-inch square pan with parchment or wax paper, allowing the paper to drape over two sides; spray lightly with cooking spray.
2. In 1-quart saucepan, heat butter, heavy whipping cream, whiskey, vanilla, and 1/4 teaspoon salt to boiling, stirring frequently. Remove from heat; set aside.
3. In 3-quart saucepan, mix sugar, corn syrup, and water. Heat to boiling over medium-high heat. DO NOT STIR. Boil until sugar turns a warm golden brown.
4. When the sugar mixture is done, turn off the heat and slowly add the cream mixture to the sugar mixture. Be careful -- it will bubble up violently. Cook over medium-low heat for about 10 minutes, until the mixture reaches 248 degrees F (firm ball) on a candy thermometer. Pour caramel into pan; cool 10 minutes. Sprinkle with up to 1 tablespoon salt; cool completely.
5. Cut into squares; wrap individually in parchment paper.
December 16, 2013
Yule Giveaway!
So, it's Yule again.
As always, on Yule, my readers and friends can request a book from me.
So, how this works:
You, the reader, go to my website. http://www.brooksandsparrow.com
You select the title you want.
I put up the Post on Yule at my live journal http://valarltd.livejournal.com, with comments screened.
You leave a comment with your e-mail and the title.
I e-mail you your book.
Simple, no?
As always, on Yule, my readers and friends can request a book from me.
So, how this works:
You, the reader, go to my website. http://www.brooksandsparrow.com
You select the title you want.
I put up the Post on Yule at my live journal http://valarltd.livejournal.com, with comments screened.
You leave a comment with your e-mail and the title.
I e-mail you your book.
Simple, no?
