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Blogging about Underdogs

I blogged today about writing underdogs. You can find it here .

And Ardent was Joyfully Reviewed: Passion and excitement from the first page to the last. Ardent offers great characters and a plot packed with tension and drama. Ardent has a vivid and memorable storyline as readers figure out who is honorable and who is not. Jaime is a gifted artist surrounded by things that go bump in the night while Arden attempts to prove that not all vampires have to give in to their demon side. Entertaining and sensual, Ardent is irresistible.

See the full review here .

UC books coming in print

For those of you who have asked me, the first three Uncommon Cowboys books are coming in print October 17 in a collection of Straight Cowboy, Shifter Cowboy and Shy Cowboy. You can find it on the coming soon page here .

I also just finished A Cowboy in Ravenna, so readers can look for book six at the end of January. I've begun writing a m/f story tentatively called Bird Bones.

Hope you all have a good weekend.

A Pastry Princess is out

My sexy m/m/f A Pastry Princess is out from LI today. You can read an excerpt and find the book here .

I also finished A Cowboy in Ravenna over the weekend and tentatively began Bird Bones, a short m/f story along with Lost Cowboy, next in the UC series. That on top of The Viking in My Bed. I'm going to be busy.

Wounded Cowboy available for preorder

Wounded Cowboy is now available for pre order here .

And I have the cover for the first UC Print collection. See it here .

Cover art for The Wizard's Boy

Sand is just looking for a hot night with two dominant lovers when he stumbles on Daniel, a scared kid clinging to his dog, lost on the streets. Sand offers Daniel a home. At first Daniel fries the wiring and sears holes through the roof, echoing the young mage's pain, but slowly he begins to feel safe and not so alone thanks to Sand's quiet understanding.

Years later Daniel works for Sand part time at his sensual night club Shifting Sand but he is a surly employee, hating the many men Sand surrounds himself with. After waiting to claim the beautiful submissive for so long, Daniel tricks Sand into being his. One night to use his power to bring Sand willingly to his knees and show the man he's loved from a distance that Daniel might be young but he's Sand's perfect master.

Coming in November from Total E Bound.

I really like this cover art for Wizard's Boy. There's a little pentagram embedded in the cover. Meantime, I'm close to finishing A Cowboy in Ravenna, Book Six in the Uncommon Cowboys series.

His Landlady in Subspace

Diana Moore is edgy around new tenant Sloan Kent, owner of a kick boxing school. From the moment she glimpses a martial arts poster of the lean, beautiful man, she wants him, but she can't see a focused warrior athlete and an earth mother like her having much in common.

But Sloan's calm Zen facade lulls Diana so that she submits to him the first time they are alone together. Diana has never had such intense pleasure, but he's too young to be her master, isn't he?

New cover art for His Landlady which will be out this November. I'm looking forward to reading all the stories.

Uncommon Cowboys news

Uncommon Cowboys is coming to print! The first three stories, Straight Cowboy, Shifter Cowboy and Shy Cowboy will be out in Volume one in October 2011 and the second collection of Wounded Cowboy/A Plain Ordinary Cowboy will be out in February 2012.

I also had two reviews of the first book in the series, Straight Cowboy.

Coreopsis at Whipped Cream reviews says:

Straight Cowyboy is a beautiful love story between two men who suffer from their own self-doubts and insecurities. Reading how Josh and Matt break out of their shells to see what really is important in life was a satisfying and uplifting read.

And Chocolate Minx at Literary Nymphs reviews says:

Jan Irving has created an impressively steamy, as well as heartwarming, short story that I enjoyed greatly.

The Viking in My Bed snippet

Sometimes an unexpected story comes to you and just starts to write itself. This happened to me with The Viking in my Bed.

I'm having fun writing it. As always, I don't really know where things will go. Here's a snippet from the opener. This is m/m contemporary and it's not work safe.

Oh. That felt just toooo good.

Warm lips on my sweet spot. A lot of guys had made the mistake of thinking my sweet spot was in the obvious location, but I had a thing for having my right arm pit licked and suckled, right over this little mole.

Whiskers scraped my skin with just the right amount of pressure. I shivered, arching my body.
I was aware I was close to waking up, like a boat about to bump onto a beach but the hand stroking my bare chest felt so good I didn't want to. What was good about Thursday? Thursday was rain, midterms, coffee with Candy, and maybe I'd be able to squeeze an hour boarding. Maybe.

Thursday was not vivid blue eyes staring into mine. A wide, delighted smile, like a kid's smile. Ribbons of blond hair falling over a tanned forehead. Miles of muscle that I was...stroking?

I sat up.

"Good. This will be better when you're awake, yes?" a heavily accented voice boomed.

He was so loud I covered my ears. The guy on top of me had a chest like a fog horn.

"What are you doing?" I squeaked.

I was naked. Since I'd moved into college residence, I could sleep naked which saved a lot of time on laundry. My two other roommates were guys, so it's not like I was going to offend their tender sensibilities.

"I am making love to you, of course," the gigantic blond bellowed.

"Stop shouting!" I yelled.

He frowned, looking like a puzzled golden retriever. "You shouted."

"I live here!" I said with, I have to admit, very little logic. "Listen, Conan, can you get off me?"

He was built like Arnie and he was squishing me into my bed. This had to be a set up. I wondered who wanted to yank my, uh, tail--which was hard enough to wag right now.

But so was Conan's.

"I am not called Conan," he told me stiffly.

"Uh huh. So how much did my friends pay you?" He pushed back the blankets. His name might not be Conan, but if they made a rubber to fit his dick, it would be Conan-sized. I stared, my mouth watering.

Focus, I scolded myself. Just because he has the kind of cock I'd love to suck, I mean love, going down as far as I could on the monster, jerking the pole below, holding those monster balls and squeezing them...

Right, focus. I got out of bed and grabbed some briefs off the back of a chair.

Conan got out of bed and stood there, hands on his hips, as naked as Michelangelo's David.

"Where'd you put your clothes?" I looked around, then sniffed. "Do you smell smoke?"

"You ask a lot of questions," he noted.

"Is that a new kind of weed? What is that smell?" Had I left the boiler plate on again? Geez. It smelled like scorched earth in here. It hadn't been that long since I'd done laundry.

"It is the mark of my passage to this world," Conan said.

Great. He was some kind of geek. Gorgeous, but obsessed with role playing. Figures.

But he had a sweet smile.

And I had class in less than an hour.

I tossed more clothing, looking for a clean T-shirt. I found one with palm trees and camels my Mom had snagged for me on a trip to Cairo. It was clean. Now I needed my favourite pair of stone washed jeans.

Conan was still standing there, glowering at me like I was a servant boy who'd forgotten to dress his royal highness.

"Okay," I said. "I gotta get to class. It was real funny." I swallowed. How he got me so hard, so excited. How he felt covering me. "Ha ha. Now go, your lordship."

"I am Freyr Skallagrimson." He continued in a language I didn't understand. Maybe it was Middle Earth. I found my jeans.

"There's coffee and I think some left over pizza in the fridge," I told him. "Bye."

I sneaked one last look at him over my shoulder as I snagged my backpack.

He took my breath away. Glowing golden skin, glowering at me out of electric blue eyes, hands on his corded hips, the kind of hips with dimples created by muscles. He had scars on his body too. Probably some kind of make up to go with his persona. His cock hung long from a thatch of blond hair almost as bright as the gold on his head. Holy geez, look at that monster. I gave it a wistful glance and then slammed the door behind me.

Haldir or Elderade, or whatever he called himself, bellowed again. I winced. Lucky my roommates were off on some kind of anthropological camping thing. Hopefully no one in the building would complain. Late night noise was tolerated. Early mornings, not so much.

"Bailey!" Candy was waiting for me. "We're going to be late!"

My best friend Candy Drake gave me a scandalized look out of large, soul heavy brown eyes. Candy lived life as if she were a Regency romance heroine, with rules and etiquette. I'd had to get her drunk the night she'd gotten her first parking ticket. She was not a rebel at heart.
Fortunately I understood her since Candy and I had the same taste in reading. Growing up, we'd read all kinds. Candy's favourites were romantic suspense while mine were paranormal romances. We could spend hours talking about our favourite heroes.

"We won't be late. You have to factor in the time it takes for everyone to sit." I had it down to a science because I am not remotely a morning person. I just hit my stride by 2 A.M.

Behind us, the door shook as if the mighty Thor had struck it with his hammer. Candy's mouth gaped. "Wow, did one of your roommates run out of coffee?"

Damn, there were actually splinters and a hole in my door!

"As if you don't know!" I flashed. I figured Candy had to be part of this. Today was my birthday. So she'd given me a Viking, like one of the demanding Alpha males in a Johanna Lindsey romance--except this guy took his role playing a little too seriously.

Candy shoved back her long dark hair, her face so pale her freckles stood out like flecks of sawdust on cream. "Bailey!" she squeaked, much as I had earlier that morning.

She squeaked because the door exploded like a canon ball had fired through it.

And there he was, Gundar the Invincible, completely and magnificently naked except for his mighty sword, a scarred silver weapon.

He gave me an outraged look, as if I'd been the one to smash the freaking door.

All down the hallway of my residence, half dressed students with blurry eyes and bed hair appeared. They poked their heads out, staring open-mouthed at Gundar the Destroyer's amazing ripped body.

"Bailey?" Candy gasped.

Gundar reached out one giant fist and snagged my T-shirt, dragging me to him.

"You will do your duty by me," he growled and shook me, like a puppy who had piddled on the rug.

"Stop!" Candy was hitting Gundar's free arm with her fists. His jewel blue eyes widened and he glowered at me. "I have no wish to hurt your wench," he said.

I grabbed Candy's arms, not wanting my wench to get hurt either. "Candy, it's all right. He's, ah, mine," I said.

Gundar looked down at me with a half smile.

"Yours?" Her eyes were accusing. "Bailey Moore, you have a new boyfriend and you didn't tell me?" She looked Thor over. "I want to know everything." Her voice had a sudden dreamy quality.

I blushed. "It's a joke!" I raised my voice for the other students. "My birthday. Ha ha."

I had two sudden epiphanies hit me. One, we were most definitely going to be late to class this morning. The second was that we couldn't stand in the hallway with half the building lusting over my Viking warrior. And, okay, a third one hit me. I needed coffee. Now.

"Come on." I tugged Gundar's arm. He didn't move, looking down at my grip on his tree trunk of an arm with something like amusement. It pissed me off. I was not built like Gundar, but I wasn't totally skinny. My arms had some definition from push ups.

"We will go," he announced in a gracious tone and allowed me to herd him and Candy through my beat up door. Oh, man. How was I going to tell my roommates? I'd have to get it replaced pronto. Maybe we could swing by the Door Store, where they had all that recycled stuff and I could find a new one. That and some paint and I should be able to switch it out quick.

Which was going to eat up most of the day.

But first things first. Coffee.

"Oh man," Candy groaned as I got out the instant.

"Sorry, no Starbucks barista handy. You could always ask Thor here if he can make us coffee with the power of his magical sword," I said, slicing my Viking a look. He was pacing the room, sword thankfully lax at his side, studying the kitchen and couch area with some interest.

"I am not Thor," he boomed. "I have told you my name."

"I forgot it," I said.

He frowned thunderously. "You did not."

"Okay, I didn't." I looked at Candy who was sitting on my couch and watching my visitor. "It's Frey-er something."

"Freyr Skallagrimson," my Viking supplied calmly. Then he pointed his broadsword at me, his fuck up of a servant boy. "You will not forget."

I shook my head, reluctantly impressed. Frey certainly stayed in character.

"It smells like seriously burned toast in here," Candy said, wrinkling her nose.

"It must be the wiring in one of the walls," I said. "It smelled like that when I woke up."

"When you woke up with, um, Frey-ur," she said, running avid eyes over Frey's backside, which was on display as he bent down and picked up one of Jared's T-shirts. He studied it, even lifted it to his nose and sniffed.

"This does not smell of you," he told me, frowning.

"You can smell that?" I shook my head. For a second his reaction seemed so real... I was falling for his game. "Right, you have trained senses from hunting boar or whatever, right?"

"Yes," Frey said, as if he hadn't caught on I was being sarcastic. "I hunt."

I needed coffee. "Okay, water's boiled."

Candy reluctantly took a cup with instant milk whipped by my spoon, tons of sugar, cinnamon and coffee crystals and hot water. Her expression smoothed out after she tasted some. It sounds like junk, but I can make really good instant lattes.

"So what is going on?" she demanded, eyes half slitted with pleasure.

Frey studied her, cocking his head. Then he gave me an imperious look.

"I'm already making you some," I grumbled. "Your lordship."

He nodded firmly. "Yes."

I rolled my eyes before giving Candy the goods, "I woke up. He was in bed with me. End of story."

"You woke up with a Viking in your bed?" she said. "And you don't think that's a little strange?"

"Candy, it's my birthday."

"I know that!"

"So Jared, Matt...This has to be their doing. They hired Lord of the Rings here to give me a thrill." And what a thrill it had been with that warm mouth on my sweet spot and that hard body plastering me into the mattress. But I didn't have to share that with Candy. From the way she was looking at Frey, probably she'd figured it out.

Candy bit her lip as I finished making Frey's coffee. He didn't come and take the mug. I had to take it to him. Geez, he was annoying.

"But Bailey..." She put her mug down and got to her feet, hesitantly approaching Frey.
He took a sip of the coffee and then held it away from him, looking shocked by the taste. Maybe he didn't think I could work such magic with instant.

"How do you explain this?" She was stroking his arm. I felt a rush of jealousy which was stupid.

"Explain what?"

"These scars..." She looked up into Frey's eyes. "They're real."

Jan's News August 2011

Welcome to the debut issue of Jan's News! In this issue, a review of Shy Cowboy, an interview with ARe, news and excerpts of upcoming stories, what I made artistically in July and a free story from The Contenders verse featuring Dane and Noel.



Review

First up, Shy Cowboy received a wonderful review from Serena Yates at Queer Magazine Online:

If you like stories about vulnerable characters, cowboys, wolf shifters and hot men, you will probably like this book. I certainly really enjoyed reading it.

Read the entire review here .

Upcoming story excerpts

September:



My first m/m/f menage will be out from Loose Id. And yes, I've been asked by readers--will my two men be involved? Very definitely. I decided that was part of the excitement of writing it and Ismet and Tahir have a fiery relationship. Take a look at the cover and excerpt of A Pastry Princess here .

October:



For those enjoying the Uncommon Cowboys series, Wounded Cowboy book four will be out in October. See the new cover and excerpt here .

Creative



I made something I've wanted to try for a long time. A hanging pendant light fixture in pottery. This is it here, with multi holes on one side, a flower pattern and sometimes just some negative space. I glazed the piece recently in turquoise and moss green, so we'll see how it turns out.



Here are what pendant lights look like hanging up.

Interview

I was interviewed by ARe recently. Read more about my upcoming books and my erotic comfort zone here .

What I'm working on now

At the moment, I'm working on A Cowboy in Ravenna, book six in the Uncommon Cowboys. It's the story of Trin who struggles with wanting to claim his mate, the much younger and innocent Chace. I have copy edits for A Pastry Princess which will be out early next month and I started a novella for fun called The Viking in My Bed.

What have I been reading

Basically a lot of Cassandra Clare since I've been going through her Mortal Instruments series. Wonderful reading.

Free Story

And to celebrate having a monthly newsletter I took requests for a free story. The first one is for Jambrea Jo Jones, "Yow," a story from The Contenders verse (The Janitor, The Boxer) featuring Dane and Noel.

Read "Yow" here .

Have a great August, see you again in September!

Jan

Yow! A Dane and Noel story from the Contenders Verse

I wrote "Yow" at the request of Jambrea Jo Jones to celebrate the debut issue of my newsletter, Jan's News.

This story is not work safe. Dane/Noel from The Contenders.

Enjoy!

"Annie's gonna make me Yow? She's gonna make me hurt just by drawing pictures of me? That's really somethin', Noel. Like a super human power. Is she a mutant like an X-Man?"

Noel cleared his throat, not sure if Dane was joking with him or he'd never heard of what Annie had proposed. When he'd first met Dane, the boxer he'd fallen for had lacked what his father would have referred to as 'polish.' Not that Noel had cared since Dane possessed a super human power of his own--the ability to make people love him.

"Not 'yow,' Dane. Yaoi. It's, ah, manga featuring men."

Dane blinked. "Oh yeah?"

"Men like us, Dane."

"What about us?" Dane blinked innocently.

Noel's voice got even louder as he automatically went into teacher mode. He could feel himself blushing. "Yaoi is about men who share the same bed."

"I guess I embarrassed you." Dane grinned and suddenly Noel knew he'd been had. His big boxer knew exactly what Yaoi was. He just wanted to make Noel say it loudly in the echoing gym. Now all the men and women training had stopped what they were doing, gloves raised, heavy bags swaying, and were staring at Noel. And grinning like Dane.

"Dane!" He tried to put indignation in his voice.

"I like to embarrass you sometimes," Dane said, a thread of tenderness and apology in his voice as he put one massive arm around Noel. He was wearing silk boxing shorts that stuck to his body like glue. He was slick with sweat and warm, very warm. "On account you're on the prissy side."

"You got me," Noel admitted, meaning more than the joke. He saw Dane's eyes soften and then glisten with wonder.

"You're my Christmas ornament," Dane said. "I can't believe you're real, you know?"

Noel remembered their first Christmas together. Dane had a few broken ornaments he'd fished out of the trash he'd used in the years before he'd met Noel so he had been unprepared for a visit to a store specializing in Christmas. They'd spent hours picking out ornaments and then bought three trees that could be recycled by planting them in the nearby park after the holidays. All the boxers in the gym had put down their macho gloves on Christmas Eve and helped Dane decorate.

"Well, Annie is an artist and writer of Yaoi material and she wants to do a serial featuring you and me," Noel said.

Dane sat down on the bench, looking at Annie, who was one of Noel's prized students. She gave him a serious look in return, adjusting her glasses. If she had one failing, Noel thought, it was that she rarely ever smiled and was impatient when other people took the time to tell a joke.

She reminded Noel of himself before he'd met Dane.

"You want to tell a story about me and Noel?" Dane asked her, looking confused. "But everybody in the neighborhood already knows about us."

Annie gave a tentative smile, blushing under Dane's intense look. "But, um, not everybody lives in your neighborhood, Dane."

Dane blinked. "Yeah. Too bad for them, right?" He laughed and Annie nodded. "So why do you want to write about us? I get why you'd want to draw Noel. I do that all the time. He's shy about letting me do it when he's got no clothes on, so I have to keep those under wraps." Dane cocked his head. "My favorite yaoi, they always show some skin, you know. When the Seme traps the guy he's picked out and does him." Dane half closed his eyes as if picturing it. "I like those the best, especially when there's flowers and clouds and other stuff floating around in the pictures. Not sure why exactly that stuff happens. I have a real good time with Noel, but we don't make clouds and flowers float around us."

Annie was grinning broadly now. Then she covered her mouth, as if afraid she'd laugh and offend Dane. "I think it's metaphorical."

"Yeah, I know that word. I've met it before," Dane said. "Will your yaoi have clouds and flowers?"

Annie shook her head. "It'll be more like a graphic novel. I plan to do the university where you met Noel as cold and shiny, like a futuristic world and then your world..."

"Grime," Dane said. "Yeah, some people see it that way." He looked around Charlie's gym. "Noel had the place painted. We got Egyptian cotton towels and terrazzo flooring now. Me and Noel picked out the floor in Italy."

"What I want to illustrate is that you came from two different worlds, worlds that should not have touched."

Dane looked at Noel. "I wanted his world to touch mine right away. I used to wear ripped up T-shirts to show off my body. Sometimes I'd catch him lookin' at me, so I knew it was working. It was too bad I couldn't just strip down for him. It took a lot of words before I could do that. I had to work real hard."

Annie swallowed. "Oh my."

"Do you need some bottled water?" Dane asked. "We used to serve tap water, but now Noel has some in the fridge."

"I am...warm."

Noel tried not to smile as he saw the way serious Annie's big brown eyes followed Dane as he snagged some bottles for all of them.

"I want to first show the different worlds you used to occupy." She pulled out a large folder and Noel waited for Dane's reaction. "Noel has been telling me stories about you, Dane, about how you met."

Dane stared at the one that always moved Noel to tears. It was Dane alone in the one room crappy apartment he had occupied when Noel first met him. He was curled up on his bed in the fetal position, one eye closed shut from a massive shiner. A bowl with a gold fish provided the only light in the room.

"Oh, that's Goldie," Dane said, voice softening. "I guess Noel showed you my painting of her. I did a lot of paintings of her until she died and then it hurt too much."

"Dane, she's not the only beautiful thing in the room," Noel said.

"Whaddya mean, Noel? I look like I lost whatever fight I was in. Yeah, Charlie probably told me I wasn't fightin' smart." Dane looked at Annie. "Charlie was my trainer. This here is his gym."

Annie nodded. "That's why it's called 'Charlie's Gym.'"

"Yeah," Dane said. "It don't look the way it did when he was alive. I don't know what he would have thought of the hot tubs. Charlie was what you call a traditionalist, you know? Steam room was as fancy as it got."

"Show Dane more of your drawings," Noel encouraged.

Annie handed Dane a drawing of himself using a mop in the library tower where he'd met Noel. He had a cigarette hanging from a corner of his mouth and he was dressed in a black wife beater with a silver chain around his neck. Huge muscled arms bulged as he worked, but his gaze was on a small man with glasses and fair hair, hunched over a table, watching him.

"Oh boy. I have to sit down," Dane said. He sat on the bench, staring at the picture. "Every week I'd try to work up the courage to ask Noel out, you know? I didn't even know if he liked guys but I thought if I was real nice, maybe he wouldn't think I was so bad. He was so shy, it made me hot. I kept picturing what it would be like to get those glasses off him and how his hair would look in his eyes, his face all sweaty..."

Noel felt heat rise through his body. He had to reach out, take Dane's big hand.

"And this is when you showed Noel what it was like to train in the gym," Annie said, handing Dane another drawing.

"It's Charlie!" Dane said. "Look at him, he looks real annoyed with me." He grinned, looking at Noel. "He knew I was showin' off on account I'd brought my boy with me." Dane stared at himself hitting a heavy bag while the slight figure of Noel watched, his body language tight in the alien environment.

"And this... Um. This one doesn't have clouds and flowers. But there is a puppy and your gold fish." Annie looked hesitant as she handed Dane an illustration done in gold leaf and water colors.

Dane took it very carefully, only touching the edges. In it, he and Noel were nude, snuggled on his small bed with a sleepy puppy lying nearby while Goldie swam in her bowl. Dane was on top of Noel, the sheets hiding their lower bodies.

Dane's chest rose and fell sharply. "Oh, man. I might have to go take a shower." He looked at Noel. "And you better come with me!"

"But Dane--" Annie got to her feet, one more illustration falling like a rose petal from her collection. Dane, battered and bloody, barely able to stand while Noel held him.

Noel gave Annie a little shrug, face on fire. She had to know what Dane wanted. As usual, the whole gym knew.

That didn't stop a smile from curling Noel's lips as Dane dragged him to the private shower.

The door banged shut behind them. Dane turned on the water.

"Dane, we're still dressed!" Noel scolded, breathless.

Dane yanked down his shorts and Noel's eyes widened at his enormous erection.

Dane knelt at Noel's feet and took off his shoes, kissing Noel's sensitive arches as he did. He stroked each foot reverently as Noel shuddered and made soft sounds. He loved his feet being caressed.

Soon the rest of Noel's clothing wound up in a soaking pile. "If you want a comic book about us, okay," Dane said. Then he studied Noel. "Is that what you expected the first time we met, that I'd be a seme for you?" he asked in a dark, throaty voice.

Noel swallowed. "I..."

Dane had him caged under the water. His face looked primitive, savage in his want. Noel felt a hot shiver run down his body as Dane stroked his back.

Dane was so huge, so strong that he looked intimidating. But Noel wasn't intimidated. He wanted Dane just like this, large and untamed.

Dane was kissing his neck, his cheeks, his lips. He felt taken, possessed.

"Dane!"

Dane opened the cabinet they kept by the shower, pulled out the lube. He took one of Noel's legs and lifted it around his hip and then delved inside Noel with knowing fingers.

Noel's head fell back, his lips parting. "Dane..." he whimpered.

Dane's hair was long and dark and wet around his hard face. His eyes were intent on Noel, reading him for pleasure. "I'll be your seme, Noel. I'll give you clouds and flowers."

He lifted Noel and Noel's legs wrapped around him. Dane's heavy cock stabbed deep inside him.

Noel cried out.

"I'm your bad boy," Dane whispered as he fucked Noel, hard and fast. Noel stretched his arms above his head and Dane put his mouth against Noel's armpit, mouthing the dull blond hair.

"Oh God!"

Dane covered his wrists, holding him captive. "I give it to you in the dark."

"Yes!" Noel tugged his hands free, wishing he could leave them where they were--he loved it when Dane held him down, but he needed to hold onto Dane's powerful shoulders.

Noel's back slid up and down against the tiled wall. Hammered by Dane, his cock trapped between them, rubbed deliciously by Dane's movements as he covered him so that Noel felt completely surrounded.

"Dane!" He clawed a red strip down Dane's back.

Come spurted from him. Limp and clinging to Dane. Dane filling him with a roar that the whole gym probably heard.

With his eyes half closed, Noel saw steam--clouds--and felt a flower inside him, like a rose in his chest, opening for Dane.

Dane pulled out carefully, dark eyes on his face, and then swung him in his arms so they stood under the water, letting it fall on them.

Noel cupped his cheek, his beauty, his beast.

Copywrite: Jan Irving. Please do not repost this story anywhere. Thank you.
Dane and Noel's story can be read in The Janitor book one and The Boxer, book two .