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Angel Martinez has kindly agreed to be on my blog - Take a look!!

A little bit of mythical Irish history…
Finn, being a pooka, lives a bit outside the rest of the Irish fae hierarchy. It's tough to say where pookas fit into the courts and complex family squabbles of the rest of Irish myth and legend. Finn would tell you that they don't, that the pooka is the ultimate lover, the eternal outsider, and they like it that way.
Finn would be talking out his butt, as usual, but there is some truth in what he says.
The earliest Irish legends concern a series of invasions of the island. Anthropologists and folklore scholars have tried to use the archeological record and other bits and hints from old histories to pin down these mythical invasions and match them to real migrations to Ireland. Like many legends, there's a kernel of actual in there somewhere, but for our purposes, it's not terribly important whether these mythical groups were human or not.
Much of the original tales come to us through the filter of monks and other biblical scholars, so the original stories are obviously much changed to include details about the flood and the sons of Noah and such. The first three invasions of Ireland were human, the first led by, some sources tell us, the granddaughter of Noah. All three of these groups died out and then things get strange.
The Tuatha Dé Danann, the Children of Danu, were said to be the next invaders, although they seem to share their invasion time with another contemporary group, the Fomorians. At some points in history, the Tuatha are regarded as gods – tall, beautiful people who inhabited the island before the Gaels arrived. The Fomorians, on the other hand, while in some stories depicted as human, were often characterized as bestial and misshapen, and very much opposed to the Tuathan invasion. One of the crowning moments of Irish myth comes when Lugh of the Tuatha kills the dreaded Formorian king, Balor Bane-Eye, with his magic spear.
It's all a little sketchy, though. These legendary people may represent early ethnic groups or they may have been something else.
If the fae lived anywhere in the world, surely it would have been in Ireland…
Join us, Finn, Diego, and I, in our romp through what might have happened to some of these legendary figures in the newly re-released Endangered Fae series:
Finn, Endangered Fae #1 Available now at Silver Publishing and for you Kindle!
Finn wakes to a poisoned world, lost and starving, but a man comes to save him, a white light in the darkness. Can a centuries old pooka find what he needs with a heartbroken, modern man?


Finn's Christmas, Endangered Fae 1.5 Coming this Saturday, 3/10/12 from Silver Publishing!
Canadian winters can be tedious. The cold, the snow, the hibernation... Finn has his reasons for wanting to escape the long sleep this year. Agonizing over the perfect gift for Diego has him turning mental circles, if he can only keep his eyes open long enough to make it work.


Diego, Endangered Fae #2 Coming 3/24/12 from Silver Publishing!
After defeating an evil wendigo, a man and his pooka lover deserve a little quiet, don't they? Unfortunately, Diego and Finn's hard-won peace is disturbed, their new life in Montana turned upside-down when Diego, in a jealous rage, unwittingly rips a hole in the impenetrable Veil to the Otherworld.


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Promo post for Laurel Heights by Lisa Worrell

Today, I'm pleased to have Lisa Worrell on my blog promoting her new book released today by Silver Publishing, Laurel Heights. Enjoy!!


Blurb:
Detectives Scott Turner and Will Harrison are sent undercover after an apparent murder/suicide in Laurel Heights, an exclusive gay housing community. Will the two closeted officers be able to hide their attraction while each believing the other is straight? And is there a killer amongst them waiting to claim his next victim?

Excerpt:
The gated housing development of Laurel Heights was quiet in the early hours.

The houses were dark and their occupants asleep.

Nobody heard the muffled shot that rang out into the still of the night.

A shot, quickly followed by another.

Shots that left two members of their exclusive community dead.


* * * *


"Where are you going? It's two in the morning."

Will pulled his T-shirt back on and raked his fingers through his blond hair. "Early start tomorrow," he said picking up his wallet and his cell. Checking he'd not received any messages while he was otherwise engaged he shoved them both into his pocket, and sat on the edge of the bed to slip his feet into his boots. Will closed his eyes at the feel of soft lips feathering across the nape of his neck, warm breath lifting the strands of his short hair where it sat against his skin, and sighed. He hated this part, the leaving. Especially when the sex had been good, which it had. Ignoring the insistent pulling of impatient fingers at his shirt, he laced his boots and stood up.

"Do you want my number?"

"Sure," Will replied, taking out his cell. He moved his fingers over the pad and pretended to put the number recited to him into his contacts. He wasn't sure why they were going through this charade. The man staring up at him wasn't fooled by Will's actions, yet he continued to reel off the numbers. Pushing his cell back into his pocket, Will leaned down, ran a quick hand through curly blond hair, and kissed the offered lips. He pulled back before it could become anything more and crossed the room. Pausing in the doorway he raised a hand, scrabbling desperately for the guy's name and failing, so throwing a lame goodbye over his shoulder instead. At least he had the decency to blush slightly when the cold reply followed him out into the hall.

"It's Jack, asshole."


* * * *


Scott threw his head back, lost on a sea of sensation as he pounded relentlessly into the willing body beneath him. "Fuck, yes," he cried out when the heat around him tightened and he lost it. His orgasm pulsed through him and he thrust mindlessly, chasing the last of his pleasure. When his breathing had calmed enough to move, he grabbed the end of the condom and pulled out then turned to flush it down the toilet beside them. Club bathrooms were never exactly the easiest places to have sex in, but eyes across a crowded room and all that. Tucking himself back into his pants, Scott gasped as hands grabbed his face and turned him around into a searing kiss.

"My place?" The gray eyes gazing into his were hopeful.

Scott shook his head, his lips curving into a regretful smile. "I'm sorry, I have an early meeting," he replied, softening the dismissal with a kiss. "But I had fun; maybe we can do it again some time."

"Ah, so you're one of those guys who gets his rocks off and then isn't interested, huh?" The other man's tone was angry, as he glared up at Scott.

Scott's eyes hardened and he pulled himself up to his full height of almost six feet before unlocking the door of the stall. "I'm never interested in some twink who'll let me fuck him before I've even asked his name." Ignoring the stunned look on the other man's face, Scott walked out into the crowded bathroom, and kicked the stall door closed behind him. After quickly washing his hands, he ran his fingers through his short, black, sweat-dampened hair, and then made his way back out into the club.

Surrounded by a sea of writhing bodies, Scott looked at the illuminated hands of his watch and yawned when he saw that it was two in the morning. Lowering his head to avoid anyone mistaking a glance for a come on, he began to push his way through the throng toward the exit. Even though the guy in the bathroom had thought he was being blown off, he really did have an early start tomorrow. Outside in the cold New York air, he hailed the first cab he saw and clambered into the back.

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Lee Brazil's take on Reviews...

"Prolonged, indiscriminate reviewing of books is a quite exceptionally thankless, irritating and exhausting job. It not only involves praising trash but constantly inventing reactions towards books about which one has no spontaneous feeling whatever." -author, George OrwellReviewsHi, *sips coffee* I'm Lee Brazil, and I write m/m romance for Breathless Press and Story Orgy.  And...even though I know I probably shouldn't, I'm going to take this blog post and I'm going to respond to a reviewer. *gasp* Looks furtively around...shhhh...please don't panic. I'm not insane, or high on caffeine. I want to go on record now as saying I do not think responding to a reviewer is a bad thing. Nor is it a good thing.  The quality of the response makes a difference. I write some books.  I like them. My publisher likes them. My mom doesn't like them.  *shrugs* Neither did she like my excursion to a Billy Idol concert with five other teens when I was sixteen. Our relationship survived her disappointment at my sneaking out of the house, and it will survive my disappointment in her lack of appreciation for my writing.  She says they're too graphic...I think she's referring to the erotic content.  That's fine with me, she's certainly entitled to her opinion. Anyway, I'm fortunate enough that some people have read my books. Guess what? Some of these people don't like my books.*sips coffee* Now, this is not where I fly off the handle and address the readers who don't like my books. Believe it or not, I'm okay with readers not liking my books. Why? Because they actually took the time to read my book.And that right there is pretty cool, you know? So the reader writes up a review and posts it on Good reads, or Amazon, or wherever. And in the review they proceed to tell people what they didn't like about my book. Sometimes, they also tell things they did like about the book. I had a reviewer last month who hated my characters- both of them- so much she'd have given the book a one star – except...she liked the writing style. Awww...that bad review made me so damn happy, I'm getting all warm and fuzzy thinking about it a month later. The reader didn't like my book, but she liked my writing enough to point it out. How awesome is that? So, yes, I read all my reviews. I don't respond to all of them. That's just me. Well, not really, because sometimes Good Reads hides them from me, so in some respects, it isn't just me, it's Good Reads, too.  I do respond to some, especially the ones that touch me in some way. Some people say that writing is a solitary pursuit, or that reviews are for readers. For me, writing is an interactive process.  Readers approach me all the time. I encourage it. I want to know what they thought, good or bad. I could blame it on my years of teaching. I've given plenty of negative feedback to inexperienced writers.  I didn't expect students in my writing classes to burst into tears, rant and call me an asshole when I critiqued their papers.  That doesn't mean that some of them didn't do that.  Most, however, even as teens, knew enough not to behave badly in the classroom. They probably did plenty of name calling and ranting behind my back, out of the limelight. Their friends probably nodded and patted their backs and agreed enthusiastically that I was clueless. Didn't bother me then, doesn't bother me now. However, neither did I expect that I would just write some stuff on their papers and they would take it back to their desks and that would be the end of it. For some of them, it was. For others, we had conversations.  Back and forths about what they liked that I didn't, what might work, how the paper was generated, where it was going. In my opinion, your published review of my work is just like that critique- we could dialogue about it, or we could brush it off. Your choice. But I do have something to say about it. This: Thank you for taking the time to review my work. I really appreciate the time and effort that goes into reading and writing a review. God knows I don't review every book I read, and half the time the review comes out in some garbled Lee shorthand- "It was good" ,  or worse, "J".


Loving EdenBy Lee Brazil
m/m contemporaryfrom Breathless Press
Blurb:
Eden St. Cyr wants to let the boy who's crushing on him down easy. Drew Harris wants to protect his son from what he considers a disastrous relationship. Neither of them counted on being attracted to the other.
Eden St. Cyr has wandering feet.  He shuffles around the country from place to place and college to college, changing majors and lovers at whim. When Bailey Harris starts following him home, mooning around and showing signs of affection, Eden hatches a plan to let the kid down lightly before he leaves for the next semester, the next college, and the next lover.
Drew Harris is stunned at the changes in his son.  His responsible dependable, cheerful boy has become a moody despondent, irresponsible teenager. Drew knows exactly who to blame, too.  When Eden doesn't' return his phone calls, he's forced to be a little more devious in his plans to get the bad influence out of his son's life.
An unexpected attraction derails both men from their plans, but when Bailey walks in at the least appropriate time, can things be put right?
200 Word Excerpt:
Eden stepped up to the doorway inadvertently brushing against that hard muscled body as he did so. Heat seared through his thin T-shirt and gooseflesh prickled his arms. He bit his lip to keep the moan inside, just nodding his head, too afraid that his arousal would show to speak. He ducked his head and made to move into the room, when a hard warm hand closed around his upper arm. He found himself turned to face Bailey's dad, and looked up into puzzled blue eyes."We'll talk later, yes?" The man asserted. Eden was trapped in the depths of those deep blue eyes and unable to utter a response. A big, calloused hand came up to cup Eden's jaw, thumb rubbing gently over the two-day growth of beard he hadn't bothered to shave. Shaking his head, Drew began to speak again but then his head tilted slightly to the side and his lips came down. Eden caught his breath in surprise. Surely Bailey's dad wasn't going to kiss him?But he was. Warm dry lips pressed to his own briefly, sliding a little to the side, nipping lightly at his own lower lip. The gentle kiss swept right across his mouth in a brief warm touch that left him craving more. It had barely begun before Drew pulled away.

Buy Link: http://www.breathlesspress.com/loving-eden
Author Contact: http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Introduction of Lucian Van Carlyle from Guiding the Darkness - WIP

Well, it seems that my vampire, Lucian Van Carlyle is not only a bit jealous of the bite that sexy Lucas Fairbourne gave me, but wants a little action himself. Why, I'm not sure when his lover is an honest to goodness angel. *shakes head* His guardian angel and lover. What more could an undead man ask for? Well, let's see what the greedy vamp has to say for himself.Me: Ok Lucian. You now have my undivided attention. So, what has your panties in a wad? Manir not giving you enough attention?Lucian: My dear Ms. G, Manir keeps me protected and satisfied more than you could possibly know.Me *snorts*: Uh, I think I'm…intimately…acquainted with how well he keeps you. Which begs me to ask, why the attitude over Lucas?Lucian *eyes going dark*: Simple my dearest. He exudes sex appeal that Manir cannot. Manir is light. He is love. He is not the dark creature that I am…nor Lucas. And Lucas doesn't have wings.Me: What could you possibly have against Manir's wings? Especially since, even as a vampire, you love him?Lucian: My love for Manir is beyond your comprehension. However, many occasions, Manir's wings have been…problematic.Me: Problematic?Lucian *looking uncomfortable*: Yes, but I will not explain myself to the likes of you. You are a mere mortal. You could not possibly understand what immortals must endure to be together.Me: I think I understand just fine. Please, enlighten me to your interpretation.Lucian: No, I will not. However, you may do a courtesy for me.Me *looking incongruous*: Oh, and what might that be, your darkness?Lucian *smiling slyly*: You must introduce me to this Lucas Fairbourne.Me *snorting again*: I will not. Lucas is mated to Kieran Teague. He is not for you. I won't have you gallivanting around behind Manir's back.Lucian *looking angry*: You will do this for me. I can compel you to do as I demand.Me: Oh please. Give me a break. The moment you consummated your love with Manir, you lost that ability. His light shines in you now. You cannot compel. You cannot feed from anyone but him. You cannot wrap yourself in your darkness as you once used to. Lucas and his mate Kieran are off limits.Lucian: You mock me woman! I will not tolerate such…such…disrespect.Me: I respect you Lucian, but I will not help you cheat on your lover.Lucian *looking annoyed*: Tis not cheating if I told him.Me: Go ahead. I'm sure that will go over real well with him.Lucian *hesitating*: Well, maybe not. Me: That's what I thought. Do you honestly want to ruin what you have with an angel, only for a temporary infatuation for another vampire?Lucian *looking away*: No. Me: Besides Lucian. You can't anyway. To do so would break your bond with Manir. He knows your mind and body. He will know instantly what you've done. He loves you. Probably more than you could ever know. Don't destroy that over desire and lust for something meaningless. And you must remember, Lucas is mated. He most likely won't have anything to do with you anyway.Lucian *looking affronted*: I could get anyone I wanted. Don't doubt that I am worthy of another vampire. I am worthy of an angel from the heavens. Another vampire would be nothing compared to that!Me *smirking*: Exactly Lucian. Go home. Get what you need from your lover. I know he can stop any feelings you may imagine with another. Go home.Lucian: Fine, woman. But only because I chose to go, not because you have so ordered.Well, seems I managed to talk Lucian out of doing something disastrous. I have no idea what got into him. Well, actually I do. Lucas is luscious. But Lucian needs to remember he has a lover that adores him and he needn't look any further than Manir for what he needs.Manir: Indeed.

Flash Fiction Friday

Real or Imagined?

Welcome my friends to another Flash Fiction Friday where a group of creative crazies get together to write 100 words, no more, no less about a picture.

She's mine. I made her. She has no mind, but her skin is soft as rose petals. Her hair sleek and shiny; her body perfect. Well rounded in all the right areas. Isn't she exquisite? You may look. You may not touch. Why, you ask? Because if you touch her, she will disappear. My imagination is powerful, but not so powerful that another's touch will destroy what I have so painstakingly created. My beautiful creature will only last for a while anyway.Ah, water. The bane of my creativity. Drops to wash away my lovely female. She will be missed.
Now that you have read my interpretation, please visit my friends for their imaginative take on this photo.

Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/?zx=2ac08d49076b796c
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Sara York: http://sarayork.blogspot.com
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com
Michelle Chatton:http://michellechatton.blogspot.com
ER Pierce http://www.erpierce.com
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/

Flash Fiction Friday

I find it interesting, this happiness they seem to have for each other. Will he recognize me? Will she know who I am? The pain of their forgetfulness runs deep. Their betrayal a twisting knife. Many nights, for weeks, into years I have wondered why they chose to brush me aside like so much trash. What did I do to them? What shame or embarrassment did I make them endure to suddenly find me invisible? Well, soon they will discover the error of their actions. Soon, they will remember me. And when they do, it won't be a pleasurable time.

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A Valentine Love - Thad and Haydin

Haydin hurried through the staff meeting, getting a lot of perplexed looks and one or two obvious smirks. It was common knowledge now that he was in a relationship with the owner and president of Carmichael Industries, but the company was so large, that there were still a few who didn't know Haydin and Thaddeus Carmichael were together. Haydin didn't care. He'd been out for over three years now and didn't plan on going back in the closet ever again. His confusion and deep closet almost cost him the love of his life. Had, in fact, lost him the man he loved. It had been a miracle that Thaddy had come back to Maysville and Haydin had no intention of ever losing the man again.
As today was their very first Valentine's Day since Thaddy's return, Haydin had something special planned. He was anxious to get out of the office and get things put together. The gift he'd gotten was tucked away in his jacket pocket. He absently twirled his wedding band as he began to wrap up the meeting. He wasn't sure what Thad's reaction was going to be to another ring. Obviously, no ring would ever compare to the matched set they wore, announcing to the world that they belonged to each other. But Haydin had hurt Thad so badly, that even though they were as married as they could be, Haydin felt he needed to give his man a promise ring. To signify the promise that he would never, ever, hurt Thad again.
Haydin had been worried over the last couple of weeks too. Thad seemed tired all the time, though that could easily be blamed on the twins. But he was somewhat withdrawn as well, and whenever Haydin asked what was wrong, he got an eye roll and was told nothing was wrong. Haydin could read Thad too well to believe that. And that Thad might be lying to him didn't sit well either. So, Haydin was going to wine and dine and romance Thaddy and prove just how much he loved him. He only hoped it was enough. What the hell would he do if Thad decided the man Haydin had become wasn't what he wanted? What if the love Thad had for the high school Haydin was all there'd ever been? Oh God. What if Thad left…found someone new? Had already found someone new?
Thad dropped Ryan and Piper off at his sister, Clarissa's house. He wasn't sure about this, but Haydin had insisted that Rissa watch the babies. Thad knew very well that Haydin had something up his sleeve for their first Valentine's Day and he was thrilled, really. Excited to find out what Haydin had come up with. The only black cloud on the holiday was the news from his doctor. Thad's hip had gotten worse in the last month and he'd been hiding the increased pain from Haydin. He could see that his lover knew something was up, especially when Thad started turning down sex. I just hurt too much.
Finally, Thad couldn't take it anymore and was starting to get concerned over the number of pills it was taking to lessen the pain as well. He didn't want to be taking that amount of medication around his and Haydin's children. He managed to sneak in a doctor's appointment without Haydin or Clarissa being suspicious, and then had to wait another two weeks before he could go get his blood drawn for the test his doctor wanted. The results came back yesterday morning. Thad had developed a severe infection in the bone…again. That was the diagnosis. The prognosis depended on whether his body would accept the antibiotic that was recommended. An antibiotic that hadn't worked well in the hospital and the reason Thad's injury was so bad in the first place. His doctor didn't have any more answers than that and now, Thad was going to have to talk to Haydin.
How on earth do you tell your lover that you might lose the ability to walk? How did you tell a sister that you had just reconnected with that she might have a cripple for a brother, in addition to him being a fag? Thad took a deep breath as he carefully lowered himself behind the wheel of his car. His emotions were all over the place. He knew that Haydin was upset and suspicious, but he couldn't help the distraction or the worry over what he was going to do. He needed to talk to Haydin soon, but not today. Not on a day when Haydin no doubt had some pretty elaborate romantic plans. Thad smiled while he started his car. He'd never thought Haydin would be the sappy, romantic type, but his lover had proven him wrong many times over.
Thad drove, making his way to a shop where he had commissioned his gift to Haydin. He was nervous. He didn't know whether Haydin would appreciate the gesture. He pulled into the parking lot and checked his watch. Four o'clock. Haydin had told him to stay out until 4:30 pm. Thad was beyond curious as to why he couldn't go home, but did as Haydin asked. He painfully exited his car and made his way to the door of Sheila's Boutique. He did his best not to limp too much. He ignored the light tinkling the door made when he entered, but smiled when Sheila came through a door to the back. "Hi Thad. You're early, but I have it done." The woman said. Thad stood at the counter as Sheila went back and then came out again, the framed picture in her hand. "Take a look and see what you think?" She said, handing it over.
Thad stared, dumbstruck at how Sheila had managed to make the photograph of Haydin and Thad at Haydin's graduation look like a painting. It was beautiful. He looked up at Sheila, tears in his eyes. "It's perfect Sheila, just perfect." He managed past the lump in his throat. This was the time he'd fallen in love with his best friend. A best friend he still loved with all his heart. Sheila took it back and wrapped it for him. He left with a smile, suddenly wanting to get home to his man more than ever. He nearly squealed out of the parking lot. It took him only fifteen minutes to pull into his driveway, so he sat until it was time. Haydin's car was parked next to his. While he waited, he took another two Percocet, wishing he didn't have to take any. By the time he went through the front door, the pills should take effect, and Thad could enjoy whatever Haydin had planned for them.
Haydin laid the single red rose across the plate that was Thad's. He looked around, making sure he'd remembered everything. Dim lights, check. Thad's favorite meal, check. Enticing outfit, check. Plenty of lube by the blankets in front of the fireplace, check. He glanced at the clock on the wall in the kitchen and heard Thad enter the house right on time. He grinned. Haydin watched as Thad made his way into the kitchen and almost frowned at the limp. Thad had been limping a lot more than usual lately. He'd ask his lover about it later. He took in the shocked look on his lover's face that quickly flushed with pleasure. "Hey babe." Haydin said in his lowest rumble, knowing that sound revved his man up.
Thad made his way slowly into the house, almost turning on a light, until he saw candle light flickering from the kitchen. He smiled and walked in to see the dining room table set beautifully, a rose and all. He looked up at his lover when Haydin greeted him and felt his heart skip a beat at the low sexy voice. God how he loved Haydin's voice. "Is this all for me?" He asked, his own voice somewhat raspy with desire. Pain, or no fucking pain, Thad was getting laid tonight! He made his way over to the table, forcing himself not to limp and hoping Haydin hadn't noticed it when he walked in. He picked up the rose and sniffed it, looking at his lover under his eyelashes.
Haydin smiled his heart racing the nearer Thad got to him. Christ, he hoped they made it through dinner. It had been over a week since they had made love and Haydin was nearly going out of his mind for this man. "All for you." He said huskily. He reached and wrapped his fingers around Thad's wrist, pulling him into his embrace and leaning down to cover Thad's soft lips with his own. He nudged Thad's full lips for entry and immediately got what he wanted. Thad never denied Haydin. For that matter, there was very little teasing between them, both too intent on loving the other. He pulled Thad close to his body, letting his lover feel his need. He broke the kiss when oxygen became necessary and gazed deeply into those emerald green eyes that he loved so much. "Hungry?" He asked.
Thad melted against Haydin's strength, letting his lover hold his weight. Tongues dueled, breath mingled and Thad's desire skyrocketed to full arousal. When Haydin's hard cock rubbed against his hip, he whimpered, Haydin swallowing the sound. When they pulled back, he was about to shake his head no and tell Haydin to take him to bed when his stomach betrayed him and growled, rather loudly. He couldn't help chuckling along with his lover. Haydin gave him a chaste peck on the lips and then pulled out a chair for him to sit. Grinding his teeth, Thad managed to sit without looking as if it hurt him to do so. The pain was considerably less than it was, thank God, but it still made him want to wince when he moved too much.
With his hand on his lover's back when Thad sat down, Haydin felt him tense. He was hiding his pain. Haydin was definitely going to ask what was going on. But he didn't think now would be a good time. He could see Thad's pleasure in their evening and Haydin didn't want to ruin it, and he sure didn't want to get into an argument on their first Valentine's Day together.  He made himself busy filling plates and set a glass of wine in front of Thad. He vaguely thought it might not be a good thing for Thad to drink while taking his meds, but he'd drank before and didn't seem to have a problem. He finally settled himself down next to his lover and smiled at him. "Dig in." He said, taking a bite himself. He watched his lover closely, noting Thad didn't eat as much as he would have thought. He wasn't sure that was from anxiousness on going to bed, or he was in more pain that Haydin originally thought.
It didn't take much for Thad's stomach to be satisfied, too anxious to get Haydin into bed. He wanted his man…desperately. How could he not, with Haydin sitting next to him in nothing but a pair of silky pajama bottoms which didn't hide the fact that Haydin wanted him too. Thad's hard on hadn't deflated one damn bit all during dinner. The wine, combined with his meds had dulled the pain in his hip to the point he could ignore it completely. Especially so that he could have Haydin fuck him into the mattress. He set his fork down and watched Haydin stand to take the dishes to the sink. He grabbed his lover's wrist. "No, they can wait, Haydin. Take me to bed." Thad said and had to clear his throat over the roughness of his voice.
Haydin's breath caught and he hauled Thad up into his arms. By the time they made it to the bedroom, nearly all Thad's clothes had been disposed of and Haydin noticed Thad was moving easier now. Hopefully the wine had relaxed him, but Haydin had already determined the blankets on the floor wouldn't have been a good idea and was glad Thad hadn't noticed or he would have insisted they follow through with Haydin's plan. He could feel the desperation in his lover as he devoured his mouth. Haydin gasped when Thad yanked his pajama bottoms down and grabbed his cock, giving a few hard pulls. He nearly came at the intensity of it. He pulled Thad's hand from his shaft and gently pushed his now naked lover onto the bed covering his slimmer body with his own being careful not to put too much of his weight on Thad's injured hip. He kissed his way down Thad's neck, to nibble on his nipples, then worked his way down to swirl his tongue in Thad's navel, which had his lover squirming under him.
He finally made his way to Thad's full and pulsing cock, the head nearly purple with blood. He didn't wait, didn't tease, but took Thad's full length all the way into his throat until his nose was buried in Thad's pubic hair. The cry that escaped his lover made Haydin's cock ache and his balls start to tingle. He wasn't going to last long. It had been too much time from the last intimacy they'd shared. Haydin felt Thad's fingers tangle into his hair and he started bobbing quickly. The whimpers and gasps and moans coming from Thad were music to his ears. He was almost not ready for the long groan that escaped Thad, even as his mouth was suddenly flooded with the salty release of his lover. He swallowed every drop, cleaning Thad's now softening erection thoroughly. Thad's hands tugging at his hair told him what his lover wanted.
Thad was delirious with arousal, Haydin's mouth doing wonderful things to his cock and to his body. The pain in his hip was long forgotten as his balls drew up. Jesus, but no one could give a blowjob the way Haydin could. Thad tried to hold onto his orgasm, but with Haydin's talented mouth, there was just no way, so he let go, filling his lover, giving him all he had to give. He pulled at Haydin's hair wanting his lover up where he could kiss him and share his taste. Haydin obliged as always, the kiss deep and scorching. Thad almost protested when Haydin turned him, slipping behind him to spoon around his smaller body. He forgot to complain when he felt Haydin's hard shaft rub against his hole. He moaned as his entrance fluttered in anticipation. "Now, Haydin…please." Thad pleaded, needing his lover to fill him up.
Haydin quickly grabbed the lube, slicking up his fingers and cock. He inserted two fingers immediately, kissing Thad's neck as he hissed from the burn. "Ok?" He whispered. Thad nodded and Haydin scissored his fingers, adding a third when Thad's muscles relaxed enough to allow it. He prepared his lover quickly, too pent up to wait. When Thad started grinding back, riding his fingers, Haydin slipped them from his lover and pushed his cock in slowly. This was about making love, not fucking, not getting off, not being selfish. Haydin loved Thad and wanted to show him that love. Once fully seated, Haydin shifted them enough so he could wrap his arms around Thad's body, holding him close as he started rocking. He kept his thrusts slow and deep, knowing Thad liked it that way. His lover matched each one, his muscles encasing Haydin in perfect heat. Hayden felt the tightening of his back and abs and the urge to slam into Thad was almost overwhelming, but he held it in check.
Haydin gently turned Thad's head so he could kiss him, his hips continuing their forward and back motions. It wouldn't be long as he felt his balls constrict. The kiss was sloppy and wet and loving, but didn't last as they both began to pant. Haydin moved one hand down to stroke his lover's now hardened cock. Haydin absolutely adored Thad's recovery time. He could feel Thad trying to speed things up, but Haydin was determined to keep it slow and loving and intimate. He tightened his grip on Thad's chest, holding him hard against his own chest, feeling Thad's rapid breath and wildly beating heart. God how he loved this man! He suddenly felt his orgasm creep up on him and he shortened and deepened his thrusts. "Thaddy…" Haydin breathed as he began to empty himself inside his lover. Thad's cry and the wet heat that covered Haydin's hand lengthened his orgasm even as Thad's channel clamped down. Haydin pushed as far into his lover as he could and held himself there as his cock pulsed in tune with Thad's passage. He bit down on the side of Thad's neck and heard his lover cry out again, more wet heat covering his hand.
Thad was soaring, the sensations Haydin was giving him making his heart swell with love and desire. As Haydin slowly entered his body his own cock filled again. Thad tried to rock back, make Haydin go deeper, faster, but his lover held him tight, surrounding him, buried in him. Thad nearly wept at the joy he felt at that moment. When Haydin turned to kiss Thad, he stared into those amazing hazel eyes, feeling as if he could get lost. He groaned when Haydin buried his face against his neck and deepened his thrusts. Thad gritted his teeth to keep from shouting when Haydin started stroking his aching cock, but couldn't hold in the cry when his orgasm overtook him and he spurted over Haydin's hand and the sheets. Knowing Haydin was filling him with his own seed lengthened Thad's climax, but it was when Haydin bit down on his neck that he cried out again, his cock pulsing harder and sending more wet heat over Haydin's hand and shooting across the bed. Jesus Christ! Thad couldn't remember the last time he'd come so long and so hard. Seemed waiting to have sex intensified everything. Must be all that anticipation.
Haydin waited until both his and Thad's breath returned to normal before he could make himself pull out and back from his lover. If it were physically possible, Haydin would have stayed buried in Thad's ass for eternity. He almost chuckled at the mental picture that caused. He turned Thad gently, bringing him back against him and holding him close. "I love you." He whispered against Thad's sweat soaked hair. He felt Thad rub his face against his damp chest, but it was the hot wetness that made him move so he could see Thad's face. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Haydin asked in concern. Thad started shaking his head, but Haydin had had enough of the evasions. Something was wrong, terribly wrong and he was going to get it out of his lover. "Thad, please, you need to talk to me. What is going on? You've been…distant for weeks now. And don't lie. I know your hip is hurting. You can't hide it from me." Haydin said his voice low and urgent.
Thad laid his head on Haydin's shoulder, wrapping his body tightly around his lover. He never felt as protected as when he was in Haydin's arms. But it didn't stop the tears when Haydin said he loved him. Would he still love Thad when he became a cripple? Would he still love him when he was reduced to less than a man and couldn't take care of himself? When Haydin started asking him questions, Thad shook his head, unable to answer, not trusting his voice. But he needed to say something. He needed to get this out or it was going to eat away at him and ruin what they had built over the last months. Besides, Haydin was the most important person in Thad's life, even over Clarissa and the twins. He couldn't lose the man again. He just couldn't. Thad sat up, letting Haydin's arms slip from him and immediately felt the loss as a physical ache. Damn! This was going to be hard.
Getting up, Thad walked into the bathroom and shut the door. If he was going to have this conversation with Haydin, he needed to clean up and get dressed. He'd feel less vulnerable that way. Not that Haydin would hurt him. Not again. Haydin had apologized and swore over and over that what had happened in high school would never happen again. Thad believed him. He took a quick shower, letting the hot water sooth his tense muscles and the ache in his hip. It was starting to throb again without the distraction of making love. When he came back out, Haydin had straightened the bed, having changed the sheets as well. He was leaning up against the headboard, one knee bent under the blankets and watching Thad expectantly. Thad dropped his gaze, suddenly finding an excuse not to look at his lover as he gathered up his clothes from the floor where they had been hastily thrown. He tossed them in the hamper, then snatched a pair of boxer briefs from his dresser drawer and pulled them on.
"Thaddy…" Haydin said. It was so obvious that Thad was stalling. Haydin's stomach kept cramping, wondering what his lover was keeping from him. Wondering what could be so bad that Thad had trouble getting it out. Haydin wasn't sure what he'd do if Thad told him he'd found someone new. That he was going to leave Haydin. He tried to push such thoughts away. Thad loved him. Haydin had felt it in their lovemaking. But he didn't say it back when you said it. That annoying little voice inside his head reminded him. As a matter of fact, Thad had started crying. Haydin's stomach cramped harder. "Please, babe, come talk to me." Haydin tried again, knowing he was nearly begging. Whatever it was, Haydin would fight to hold onto Thaddeus Carmichael. No one, but no one was going to take away the man he loved.
Thad sighed. He walked to the bed and leaned over to pull the bottom drawer open to his nightstand. Under socks, two books and a bottle of lube were the papers from the lab. It had been risky putting them there since Haydin could easily have found them. Thad had almost wished Haydin had found them. It would have made this easier. Gripping the papers, he climbed up on the bed, ignoring his throbbing hip and curled up under Haydin's arm when his lover lifted it for him. Haydin pulled the covers over Thad and held him close. Thad sighed again and handed the papers to Haydin. "This is what is wrong." He said simply. What else was there to say? You might end up with a cripple on your hands? A burden you were going to resent after time? A man who couldn't walk to embarrass you? All these thoughts had been going through Thad's mind for weeks even before the results had come back. Now he needed to see how Haydin was going to react.
Haydin watched Thad's every move. His lover was still showing signs of pain, but not as bad as when he'd first come home. That Thad was willing to snuggle up against Haydin's side soothed him like nothing else. If his lover was preparing himself to leave, he didn't think Thad would want to cuddle. He gave Thad a perplexed look when he took the papers from him. He read over them quickly and sucked in a breath. So, this was what had his Thaddy so worried. Haydin couldn't stop the giddiness that invaded him, knowing his thoughts had been so off the mark that he felt stupid that he'd even considered them. But he didn't laugh with relief. Obviously, Thad was really worried over the blood tests. "Tell me what this means, babe." He asked, though the words at the bottom of the page were pretty specific. Patient needs the administration of Vancomycin via IV for the duration of the infection. Patient is advised to be admitted to a nursing facility immediately. Patient has been apprised that if said antibiotic does not remove the infection in the affected hip bone, mobility may be reduced or removed completely.
Thad trembled and felt Haydin pull him closer to his body, protecting him. "It means I could lose the ability to walk. Haydin, I could be wheelchair bound. Can you handle that?" Thad finally voiced his fear. What he expected from Haydin he wasn't sure, but the deep laugh wasn't it. It wasn't funny and he tried to pull away in anger. Haydin wouldn't let him, gently yanking and guiding him until he was lying on top of Haydin's body, the papers forgotten and fluttering to the floor. "Stop!" Haydin admonished, caressing Thad's bare back. Thad glared his body tense with fury. "It's not the least bit funny Haydin!" Thad growled. He watched Haydin's head shake, his hazel eyes twinkling. What the fuck? "What do you find so amusing about me not walking ever again?" Thad snarled, still trying to get out of Haydin's arms locked around him.
Haydin couldn't help it. He'd laughed. Wrong thing to do when Thad tried to get away from him. "Stop!" He said, pulling Thad on top of him and holding him tight. He shook his head, working out the best way to explain his reaction. He figured the truth was best, though he wasn't sure whether Thad would accept it, or be even angrier at him. It didn't help that Thad's anger was sexy as hell either. "Babe…Thaddy…hold still. Let me explain." Haydin began; keeping his eyes on Thad's sparking green ones. "For the longest time now, I've been worried. I know you know that because I've been asking you what's wrong for weeks now and you've been avoiding answering me. Because you wouldn't tell me what was wrong, my mind's been conjuring up all kinds of scenarios. The worst one being you had found someone else and were going to leave me." Haydin watched Thad roll his eyes, which annoyed him. "Come on Thaddy. We separated under very painful circumstances, were apart for thirteen years and only been back together for less than a year. Can you not see why I might think that I wasn't what you really wanted?" Haydin said with conviction.
Thad rolled his eyes to keep the shock from showing. Haydin thought he was going to leave him? Yea, when hell froze over. He'd pined for this man for so long that he couldn't move on. Never had been able to, and had never, never loved another man as much as this one under him. Never loved another man period. Thad made himself relax, letting his body meld to Haydin's, not missing the hardness against him. Such a serious conversation and Haydin was aroused, not that Thad was complaining. Thad cleared his throat and stared into Haydin's eyes. "Haydin, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not ever leaving you. We have love, a life and children. You are stuck with me. The question is whether you want to be stuck with me if I lose the use of my legs." Thad said as seriously as he could with an erection poking him in the thigh.
Haydin growled and grabbed Thad's face, pulling him down into a heated and probing kiss. After a minute, he pulled back, but left his forehead against Thad's, his eyes boring into his lover's. "I love you. I will always love you. You could be a quadriplegic and I would still love you. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you. We were meant to be together, and we will conquer this and every other problem that comes up…together. We will love each other, make love to each other, spend time with our families and raise our children…together." Haydin said in a deep and fierce voice. Thad had to believe him. Haydin meant every word.
Thad's eyes grew watery at Haydin's declaration, and a sob broke free. He would never lose his Haydin again. He felt Haydin's arms go around him again and he allowed his lover to comfort him. He needed it. And, finally, he let go of the worry over the future. When he was able to compose himself again, he laughed in embarrassment. "Sorry babe. Didn't mean to break down like that." He whispered. He was slightly disappointed that Haydin had softened while Thad cried in his arms. But he wasn't hard either. Emotions were running too high. As he continued to calm, he remembered today was Valentine's Day and he had a gift sitting against the wall by the front door where he'd left it when he came home. Blushing, he looked at Haydin through his damp lashes. "I have something for you." He said softly. Haydin smiled at him, his dimples coming out. "I have something for you too." His lover said. "You first." Thad answered and watched Haydin lean over to his own nightstand and pull out a small gray box.
Haydin was suddenly nervous. After comforting his lover, something that was easy, he now had to give his gift to Thad, not something so easy. He stretched to pull the small box from his nightstand drawer and pressed it into Thad's hand. He watched anxiously as Thad opened it and bit his lip in worry when Thad gasped. "Do you like it? I wanted to get you a promise ring. I know we're already committed, but wanted to give you something to signify my promise that I would never hurt you again, like I did when we were kids." Haydin said his lack of confidence evident in his voice. God, he hoped Thad liked it. The gold matched their bands, but there was a vivid lavender stone encased in the middle. "Um, the stone is a Charoite. It's supposed to promote healing, love and protection. All promises I made to you." Haydin said hesitantly. He should have known better than to worry when Thad attacked him and kissed him silly.
"I love it!!" Thad said after thoroughly kissing Haydin into the mattress. He started to slide it onto his middle finger on his left hand next to his wedding band, but Haydin stopped him. He watched as Haydin took the ring and showed him the insignia etched into the inside of the band, 'vena amori forever'. "It means vein of love forever. It's supposed to be on your ring finger where the vein of love goes directly to your heart." Haydin explained as he slipped the ring onto Thad's right ring finger. The fit was perfect, as Haydin knew it would be. He gave Thad a soft kiss, holding his hand, the ring warming between their palms. "I love you." Haydin whispered. Thad was stunned at Haydin's thoughtfulness. He really hadn't known that Haydin had such a romantic soul. Or maybe he knew it instinctually and that's why he fell in love with him all those years ago. But, unfortunately, his gift to Haydin paled to what Haydin had given. Honestly, Thad hadn't even known what to get his lover. Haydin never asked for anything but Thad's forgiveness and love. Could he get away with not mentioning it? But then Haydin would be disappointed that Thad didn't get him anything. Besides, he doubted Haydin would forget that he said he had something for him too.
"My gift for you is downstairs." Thad said, trying desperately not to seem sad about it. It nagged at his mind that sometimes he felt like such a loser compared to Haydin. He never brought up those feelings, knowing Haydin would deny them vehemently. But Haydin wasn't him. His past tended to dictate how he felt about himself, though Haydin's love made it worth it all. Thad pushed such thoughts to the side and watched Haydin as he gently guided Thad off him and bounded from the bed. "Where?" Haydin asked his enthusiasm catching and Thad found himself smiling at his lover's childlike exuberance. "By the front door." He answered, Haydin thundering down the stairs before he even finished his sentence. He only hoped Haydin liked the gift, even though it wasn't nearly as precious as the one Haydin had given him. Thad didn't hear Haydin's return and looked up when Haydin entered the bedroom, the portrait in his hands, unwrapped. Thad couldn't read the look on his lover's face and chewed his bottom lip waiting for the disappointment from Haydin.
Haydin jumped the last two steps of the stairs, making a mental note not to do that in front of Ryan or Piper. He dashed across the living room and swung around the entryway to see a brown paper covered package leaning against the wall by the front door. He picked it up carefully. It wasn't hard to figure out it was a painting of some sort by the feel of the frame under the crackling paper. He removed the paper, anxious to see what Thad had gotten him. His heart lurched at the sight of…them. Back when Haydin hadn't known what he was, who he was. But the happiness that shown out from both their faces was unmistakable. In the painting, Thad was looking at Haydin and he could easily see the love right there in his man's green eyes. But what startled him was that same look was in his eyes, even though he was looking towards the camera. He remembered when that picture was taken. At his graduation, by Thad's mother. Jesus, had they both been so obvious back then? And what Haydin had done to Thad, his rejection, stabbed Haydin in the chest once again.
That Thad would pick this photo to make into a painting told Haydin everything he needed to know. Thad's love for him had been there, and complete all those years ago. That Thad loved him just as much, if not more now, mattered little. This was when Thad fell in love with him. This was when Haydin fell in love with his best friend, even though he didn't know it at the time…or wouldn't admit it. Haydin felt the sting of tears and blinked to keep them at bay. His lover was upstairs, probably worried sick that Haydin was taking so long. Haydin knew Thad well enough to know that. He hurried back up the stairs and stared at his lover as he entered. He stood at the end of the bed, the painting in his hands and he could see Thad was uncomfortable by the way he worried his lip between his teeth. Haydin couldn't have that. Setting the painting carefully down and leaning it against the bed, he crawled up the covers, stalking Thad and then laid his big body over his lovers, kissing him deeply. He pulled back, both of them panting and stared into Thad's beautiful green eyes. "I love it." He said softly.
Thad's panting eased as Haydin spoke. "Really?" He asked, wanting to make sure. Haydin leaned down and took Thad's mouth again, his hands wandering to caress and stroke. He pulled back again and scooted up to align their hardening cocks. "Yes, very much. I'm going to hang it above our bed." Haydin said as he rocked gently forward. Haydin's heart rate sped up as Thad opened his thighs, allowing Haydin to sink between his legs. The friction was sweet and exquisite and Haydin took full advantage. Staring down at their shafts sliding together, it took a minute to feel Thad bumping the lube bottle against his shoulder. He looked back up and grinned at the flush of arousal staining Thad's face. He took the bottle, and popped the top, slicking up his fingers. He pulled back to sit on his heels and watched Thad lift his good leg, giving Haydin room. He scooted forward and kissed the inside of Thad's thigh as he eased two fingers into his lover. Thad was still stretched some from their earlier lovemaking and it didn't take long for him to be ready for another.
"Do you want to turn? Ease your hip?" Haydin asked when he felt Thad was sufficiently prepared. He watched his lover shake his head. "No, want to see you. Want to kiss you while you love me." Thad managed to rasp out. Haydin didn't question Thad's decision. His lover would know how much he could take. Haydin moved again and very gently raised Thad's leg and draped it over his shoulder. Thad wrapped his good leg around Haydin's waist and Haydin sank into the comforting heat of Thad's body. As before, he kept his thrusts slow and deep, almost grunting with every forward motion. He shifted slightly and by the reaction he got from Thad, knew he had found Thad's gland and was hitting it each time he thrust deep. Within in minutes Haydin was on the edge, riding it, waiting for Thad to come first. He always wanted Thad to come first, though it didn't always happen.
Thad rocked as best he could at the awkward angle. It was ok though because it took the pressure off his hip and as talented as Haydin was fucking, Thad had no worries. He tried to hold the wince when he pulled Haydin down to kiss him, and it bent his hip too far. Haydin caught it though and without words, eased Thad's leg down onto the mattress. Thad tried to spread it out, but Haydin stopped him, moving his good leg further and continuing to thrust into him. Thad's heart thundered when he realized this position worked perfectly and he pulled Haydin on top of him, trapping his throbbing cock between their bellies. The sweat slick friction was enough to send Thad over the edge quickly and he arched his head back, groaning as he erupted between their bodies. Haydin followed him into bliss, his cock pulsing as it emptied inside of Thad. Haydin suddenly latched onto Thad's neck, sucking up a mark as he shuddered through the aftershocks, making Thad tremble.
It took several minutes for them to calm, every shudder setting the other off. Once they quieted, Haydin stayed on top of Thad, knowing his lover liked to feel his weight. His softened cock slipped from Thad's body on its own and Haydin couldn't help the small stab of disappointment. But now that he knew what the problem was, he wasn't going allow Thad to decline sex anymore. Haydin could be creative. All he had to do was think about how much he loved this man and anything was possible.
"I love you." Haydin whispered into Thad's ear. Thad tightened his hold on Haydin's strong body. "I love you too." He whispered back and then sighed contentedly. They would be ok. Haydin would help him, and maybe, just maybe, all would be alright and he wouldn't lose his legs. But now, he knew, even if he did, Haydin would still love him no matter what.

The Introduction of Characters - Sander and Kiran

Good day all!! Last week you got to meet Haydin and Thad, with cameos from Clarissa and Shea. This time around, I hope you will be excited to meet Sander and Kiran. Now, for those who have read Mirror, Mirror, in that reality, you are about to meet two famous gay porn stars. And just to get your blood going, they have agreed to a small, but erotic scene for us. Without further ado, I give you Sander and Kiran…Me: Hey boys! How are you?Sander (beaming): "I'm always good." Kiran (with shy frown): "Sander's always good."Me (chuckles): "What's wrong Kiran? Aren't you happy?"Kiran (frown now gone): "I'm happy. I have this man to make me happy."Sander (pulling Kiran close and nuzzling his neck): "You always have me babe."Me (chuckling and shaking my head):  "Really guys? Can you give me five minutes before you are ripping each other's clothes off?"Sander (looking at me smugly): That's all your fault. You are the one that made us insatiable for each other. Now I love him, and want him and always will."Kiran (rolls eyes at Sander): "Insatiable is right."Sander (looking softly at Kiran): "And love."Me: "Ok, ok. Looks as if I need to wander off to the side and let you guys get on with it."Sander waved me off. "Nice set by the way." Me (laughing): "Thank Sasha." Sander pulled Kiran into his arms. "You ok, babe? You didn't talk much." Sander whispered, concerned. "I'm fine Sander. I just don't like talking about my feelings to strangers." Kiran whispered back, sliding his lips across the short stubble on Sander's jaw. "She's hardly a stranger." Sander said with amusement. Kiran huffed. "You know what I mean." Kiran hissed at Sander. Kiran's objections were promptly cut off as Sander leaned down and took his mouth, his tongue running along Kiran's lower lip to let him in. Kiran opened immediately, loving the way Sander wasted no time in devouring his mouth, stealing his breath away. It was always like this with Sander.Kiran moved his hands up under Sander's shirt and worked it off of his broad shoulders and tossing it aside. Hands everywhere, Kiran gasped as Sander moved to lick and suck his neck. It was a good thing they were exclusive the way Sander liked to mark his body.Without breaking the kiss, Sander proceeded to remove Kiran's clothing. Not that there was much; a t-shirt, jeans and flip-flops. The minute Kiran was naked, Sander's big hands were on his ass, pulling him tight against him and grinding them together. "Too many clothes, Sander." Kiran managed to growl out.Sander finally pulled back, giving the both a moment to catch their breaths and removed his own clothing. Kiran's eyes roamed over the magnificent body that was all his. As focused as ever, Kiran didn't even remember they had an audience. Sander pulled Kiran back into his arms, an index finger tapping the plug that was snuggly buried in Kiran's ass. Kiran would have grinned if Sander wasn't kissing him again. They'd decided it would be a good idea to have Kiran already prepared since they knew they had promised a show for this interview.Kiran suddenly gasped as Sander took a hold of said plug and started pumping it in and out of Kiran's hot channel. "Sander…." Kiran whimpered as the plug nudged up against his gland. "I've got you babe." Sander rasped out, the desire thick in his voice.Kiran would definitely thank Sasha later for allowing the bed from their studio to be brought here as Sander pushed him towards it. Then Kiran suddenly found himself turned, with his back to Sander and his lover pushing him up on the bed. "Hold onto the headboard." Sander ordered harshly. Kiran's heart rate rocketed at the sound of that husky voice and he scrambled up to do as Sander asked.Sander was nearly in overdrive. This wasn't going to last long. He turned Kiran and pushed him up onto the bed from the studio and made him hold onto the headboard. He planned on fucking his man from behind, with Kiran in his lap. Not a position they did very often.Sander knee walked up to place his larger body against Kiran's back, wrapped on arm around Kiran to stroke his swollen cock, the other hand pulling Kiran's long black hair aside so he could kiss and nuzzle the nape of Kiran's neck. It never ceased to amaze Sander how responsive Kiran was to his touch. He jacked his lover a few times, spreading the pre-cum already leaking from it. He rocked is hips, sliding his engorged shaft up and down Kiran's crack, which moved the plug inside him. "Sander…." Sander heard Kiran's plea. Sander paused only long enough to remove the plug and slick his throbbing erection before pushing his way inside Kiran in one long smooth thrust. Both men groaned with pleasure. Sander was too close to the edge to draw this out, so spread his knees wider, grabbed Kiran's slim hips and thrust up into Kiran's body fast and deep. The gasps and moans coming from his lover told him he was seesawing across Kiran's prostate, which he knew this position would do. Sweat poured down his back, his balls beginning their trek upwards.Kiran was surprised at Sander's choice in position. It was rare for Sander to take him from behind, much less have him practically sitting in his lap. But then, Sander was always full of the unexpected. Kiran bucked into Sander's hand when he began to stroke him, only to groan heavily, his head dropping down between his shoulders, when Sander removed the plug to replace it with his impressive cock. When Sander spread his knees, Kiran did too and used his hold on the headboard to meet every thrust from his lover. After several more thrusts, Sander's arms came around Kiran. He grabbed Kiran's bobbing erection with one hand, jacking it to the rhythm of his thrusts, the other hand he placed over Kiran's on the headboard, trapping Kiran against him. Kiran groaned. Sander knew damn good and well what surrounding Kiran's body with his own was going to do and Kiran couldn't have stopped the climax that slammed through him even if he wanted to. He grunted, his hold on the headboard so tight, the metal creaked. The groan that came from Sander told him that his lover had reached his release as well.Sander tried to ride the edge of his orgasm, but when Kiran's channel tightened around him and his hand was suddenly covered in wet heat, Sander lost the battle. He thrust one more time, groaning loudly as he filled his lover's body with his seed. He held Kiran through their aftershocks, both their bodies trembling. Once their breaths had quieted down, Sander carefully sat back on his heels and pulled Kiran more fully into his lap, his softening member still buried in his lover. Sander used his clean hand to turn Kiran's head, kissing him tenderly. "I love you." He said. Kiran's face flushed as he gazed into Sander's hazel eyes. "I love you too." Kiran whispered and Sander smiled at him. Kiran didn't say it often, still uncomfortable with declarations out loud, so when he did, Sander treasured the words.Sander eased them down, avoiding the wet spot. Slipping from Kiran's body, Sander spooned around his smaller lover. He grabbed the comforter and covered them. Then nuzzled his face into his Kiran's soft hair, taking a deep breath of his lover's essence. God, how he loved this man.Kiran let Sander move him, too exhausted to care and knowing Sander would take care of him. He pushed his body back against Sander's warmth; his heart skipping as Sander covered them, then wrapped his strong arms around him. "Jesus, Sander. What you fucking do to me." He whispered. He would never stop loving this man, even if he didn't say it often. He would always show Sander exactly how he felt. Me (giving a dreamy sigh): "There are my boys, hope you enjoyed their show. Now, let's give them some privacy people."

My mom...

My mom…My mom has always driven me nuts. From the time I was a small child, she had a way of annoying me. I hear you. What kind of thing to say when you've just lost her. Let me explain. My mother was Girl Scout Leader, then an area-wide regional leader. I was very proud of my mother. My mother was always a compassionate person. That's where I get mine. My lack of patience comes from my dad. I became a Girl Scout because of my mother, for 17 years. I loved it. Still love camping, hiking and such to this day. My mother did that.My mother was creative. She graduated with a Associates Degree in Art. Therefore, my sister and I had fancy birthday cakes. My mom got creative with putting out gifts at Easter and Christmas. Now, I like trying to make things perfect if I decorate for any holiday, and made a few fancy birthday cakes for my husband and family. My mother did that.When I had sleepovers, my mom would always get up early and make a huge breakfast for me and my friends. My friends thought she was the best. She left an impression on them, as I am now seeing.My mother loved me. She might have loved her cats more, but that was just my mom. She was one of those real 'Crazy old cat ladies'. The sad part of my story is my mother was addicted to prescription drugs from before I was born. That is a lot of years. Too many.My sister and I have been through rehab with her, several times. It never stuck. I love my mom. I will miss her. And am very annoyed that she left me. Now I have to care for her cats. *sighs* But I will, because I love my mom. Always.

Being shy, friends and writing...

I know I've mentioned many times that I am shy. Painfully shy. I was the consummate wall flower in my younger years, especially in school. Invisible. Unnoticed. Ignored. It's not a nice thing. Self-esteem doesn't exist. Confidence is not reality. A painful place to be. And probably why I can sympathize with every other teen that went through the same thing, whether because they were poor, gay, shy or just a nonconformist. I will admit I had friends. Other kids, some outcasts like me that I got along with and even had fun with. I had close friends from the time I was about eight, until I turned sixteen. Then, they were gone. Gone because I had to move away. I never found those kinds of friends again. And finding close friends as an adult is insurmountable. The kind of close friends that you are comfortable with, without even thinking. The ones that accept you as you are. The ones that will hug you or casual touches that mean the world to you, but are par for the course. The ones that want to spend time with you just because they like you. The ones that know you, inside and out and don't care that you are shy or an introvert…or weird.Now, I have learned, as an adult, there is a byproduct of being shy. I live in my own little world. And in that world, I am supreme. The queen. The popular one that everyone adores. In other words, fantasy. And what is fantasy? The dictionary defines it as follows:Imagination, especially when extravagant and unrestrained.  The forming of mental images, especially wondrous or strange fancies; imaginative conceptualizing. A mental image, especially when unreal or fantastic; vision. An imagined or conjured up sequence fulfilling a psychological need; daydream.
Well, yes, it does, in fact, describe my world. My world that includes any and all things that interest me, that make my heart beat faster, that makes my soul sing and my mind wander. That makes me happy. And then the byproduct of my world? The need, the want, the compulsion to write about what I imagine. I write gay erotic romance. But that is not all I write. I have poems. I have stories that are fantasy, science fiction, paranormal. They are all there. My imagination is not limited….ever. Then I think…is my world what is keeping me from making friends? Honestly, I don't know. I was never good at making friends. Always thinking of myself as weird, nerdy and beneath most people. Who wants to be friends with someone like me? Oh, there's that lack of self-esteem and confidence rearing its ugly head again. *sigh* I've heard many an author say that writers are needy, that they crave acceptance and need validation whenever possible. Oh, then I am sooo very much a writer. Needy, very needy. But I'm ok with that, even if it is embarrassing. I'm used to being embarrassed.