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December 24, 2012
Smutty Advent - December 24
Xavier double checked the back rooms and the bathrooms, turning lights off as he went. He locked up the back exits and went to the kitchen, making sure everything was turned off. Humming, he made his way to the front door where Robin was waiting, chewing on his thumbnail.
"What's the matter?"
"Master Law was supposed to pick me up and he's not here yet."
"I'm sure something delayed him and he'll be along shortly. Don't worry, I'll wait with you." He was not kicking a server out into the street at nearly midnight.
"I'm sorry, Xavier."
He patted Robin's back. "Hush. He'll be h-- in fact isn't that his car?"
A sleek BMW pulled up and the window went down, Lawson clearly visible, waving to his boy.
"Thank you, Xavier!" Robin gave him a hug. "Merry Christmas."
"And to you, too, boy."
He waited until Robin was in the car and it had driven off and then locked up and headed for his own car parked across the street.
He grabbed the phone and hit 1 on the autodial.
"Eddie. I'm on my way home."
"What's the matter?"
"Master Law was supposed to pick me up and he's not here yet."
"I'm sure something delayed him and he'll be along shortly. Don't worry, I'll wait with you." He was not kicking a server out into the street at nearly midnight.
"I'm sorry, Xavier."
He patted Robin's back. "Hush. He'll be h-- in fact isn't that his car?"
A sleek BMW pulled up and the window went down, Lawson clearly visible, waving to his boy.
"Thank you, Xavier!" Robin gave him a hug. "Merry Christmas."
"And to you, too, boy."
He waited until Robin was in the car and it had driven off and then locked up and headed for his own car parked across the street.
He grabbed the phone and hit 1 on the autodial.
"Eddie. I'm on my way home."
December 23, 2012
Smutty Advent - December 23
Slayde and Drake from the new Mannies Incorporated.
Slayde looked at the Christmas tree, the presents piled underneath so high that it was almost embarrassing. It was so good, that Mindy was home for this, to celebrate with her kids.
Warm, strong arms wrapped around him from behind, Drake stepping up close behind him.
He leaned back. "Mindy head to bed, love? She looked worn out."
"Yeah, it's just you and me now." Drake mouthed his neck and like magic a little box appeared in Drake's hand, held out in front of him.
"What's this?"
"Your Christmas present."
"Oh." He opened it, his heart thrumming in his chest. It was a man's ring, a simple, gold band. "Oh, love." It was beautiful. Perfectly beautiful.
Drake took it out of the box and held it up. There was an inscription inside. "Love you, D."
"It's perfect." He was going to cry.
"Kinda like you." Drake kissed his neck.
"Put it on me?"
Drake nodded. "Give me your hand, baby."
He turned, held out his hand. This was like... magic. Drake slipped the ring on his finger, the gold cold but warming quickly.
"Oh." He'd never gotten a better Christmas present. Never.
Smiling, Drake kissed him.
He thanked Drake the best way he knew how, pushing into the kiss and giving Drake everything he had.
Slayde looked at the Christmas tree, the presents piled underneath so high that it was almost embarrassing. It was so good, that Mindy was home for this, to celebrate with her kids.
Warm, strong arms wrapped around him from behind, Drake stepping up close behind him.
He leaned back. "Mindy head to bed, love? She looked worn out."
"Yeah, it's just you and me now." Drake mouthed his neck and like magic a little box appeared in Drake's hand, held out in front of him.
"What's this?"
"Your Christmas present."
"Oh." He opened it, his heart thrumming in his chest. It was a man's ring, a simple, gold band. "Oh, love." It was beautiful. Perfectly beautiful.
Drake took it out of the box and held it up. There was an inscription inside. "Love you, D."
"It's perfect." He was going to cry.
"Kinda like you." Drake kissed his neck.
"Put it on me?"
Drake nodded. "Give me your hand, baby."
He turned, held out his hand. This was like... magic. Drake slipped the ring on his finger, the gold cold but warming quickly.
"Oh." He'd never gotten a better Christmas present. Never.
Smiling, Drake kissed him.
He thanked Drake the best way he knew how, pushing into the kiss and giving Drake everything he had.
December 22, 2012
Smutty Advent - December 22
"Master?" Jim came downstairs, restless and frustrated. He'd tried napping, tried cleaning, tried doing damn near everything. Nothing was working. "Master, are you down here?"
"I am, baby."
"Are you busy?" They were supposed to be vacationing.
"No, no, come on down." He heard something making noise, but when he came downstairs, Marcus was sitting there at his work table, but the table was empty.
"Hey. Can we? Do you want to do something?" He was lonely.
"Can you give me five minutes?" Marcus chuckled suddenly. "I was uh... well, I was wrapping your Christmas gift."
"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Of course." He nodded and turned to head upstairs. He could start supper. Or maybe he could do some yard work...
"Baby stop right there."
"What?"
"Just keep looking away. I can wrap this with you in the room." He heard stuff moving, the sound of paper.
"I can get some stuff done upstairs." He sat on the steps, chin on his knees.
"No, I won't be long. And you can tell me why you came to find me."
"I just wanted you. I'm restless, bored. Frustrated a little." He shrugged, making the motion a long stretch. "I needed my Marcus."
"And you came to see me, to ask to be with me. I'm so proud of you, baby."
It was nice, to get praise for something so good, so right. "I didn't mean to interrupt, though. I should have guessed you were wrapping." He chuckled. "I ordered all your pre-wrapped."
"Isn't that cheating?"
"Nope. It's just super-organized."
Marcus laughed and then his stool pushed away and a moment later, presents were pushed into his hands. "These go under the tree."
"Bossy bossy." Jim winked, though, and stood, heading up the stairs backward.
Marcus' eyes held his, so hot, it was like Marcus was eating him right up.
They got to the top and Jim turned, adding the pretty black and red and green shiny boxes to the pile of goodies they'd collected.
Marcus wrapped up around him and kissed his ear. "Are you looking forward to the parties and celebrations this year, baby?"
"I am." They had good friends, lots of them, and the holiday parties always ended in hilarious stories.
"Good. Right now I'm looking forward to going upstairs and playing with a plug or two, and your stellar ass."
"Oh?" Oh, that sounded vastly not-boring.
Marcus kissed his ear again and he could feel his master's prick, hard against his ass. "Oh yes. You may not sit for days without remembering today."
"Oh, please. Please, Master." He pushed back, awake, present.
Marcus met his movements, rubbing against him. "The presents can wait. I'm opening my baby."
Jim nodded, eager, excited. "I'm yours, all of me."
"Then my life is complete."
They headed upstairs, together.
A perfect way to spend the holidays.
"I am, baby."
"Are you busy?" They were supposed to be vacationing.
"No, no, come on down." He heard something making noise, but when he came downstairs, Marcus was sitting there at his work table, but the table was empty.
"Hey. Can we? Do you want to do something?" He was lonely.
"Can you give me five minutes?" Marcus chuckled suddenly. "I was uh... well, I was wrapping your Christmas gift."
"Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Of course." He nodded and turned to head upstairs. He could start supper. Or maybe he could do some yard work...
"Baby stop right there."
"What?"
"Just keep looking away. I can wrap this with you in the room." He heard stuff moving, the sound of paper.
"I can get some stuff done upstairs." He sat on the steps, chin on his knees.
"No, I won't be long. And you can tell me why you came to find me."
"I just wanted you. I'm restless, bored. Frustrated a little." He shrugged, making the motion a long stretch. "I needed my Marcus."
"And you came to see me, to ask to be with me. I'm so proud of you, baby."
It was nice, to get praise for something so good, so right. "I didn't mean to interrupt, though. I should have guessed you were wrapping." He chuckled. "I ordered all your pre-wrapped."
"Isn't that cheating?"
"Nope. It's just super-organized."
Marcus laughed and then his stool pushed away and a moment later, presents were pushed into his hands. "These go under the tree."
"Bossy bossy." Jim winked, though, and stood, heading up the stairs backward.
Marcus' eyes held his, so hot, it was like Marcus was eating him right up.
They got to the top and Jim turned, adding the pretty black and red and green shiny boxes to the pile of goodies they'd collected.
Marcus wrapped up around him and kissed his ear. "Are you looking forward to the parties and celebrations this year, baby?"
"I am." They had good friends, lots of them, and the holiday parties always ended in hilarious stories.
"Good. Right now I'm looking forward to going upstairs and playing with a plug or two, and your stellar ass."
"Oh?" Oh, that sounded vastly not-boring.
Marcus kissed his ear again and he could feel his master's prick, hard against his ass. "Oh yes. You may not sit for days without remembering today."
"Oh, please. Please, Master." He pushed back, awake, present.
Marcus met his movements, rubbing against him. "The presents can wait. I'm opening my baby."
Jim nodded, eager, excited. "I'm yours, all of me."
"Then my life is complete."
They headed upstairs, together.
A perfect way to spend the holidays.
December 21, 2012
Smutty Advent - December 21
Little Francis and Nick -- the new boys from Beaten!
Francis looked at Nick, handed over a little wrapped box. "Merry Christmas."
"What's this, Kitten?"
"A...a present. I know that Christmas is soon and I...Master Killian said you usually go away for the holidays and I wanted you to have this first." Nick hadn't said anything about leaving, but the man hadn't said anything about staying either. Or decorating. Or anything, really.
"I usually go away because I don't usually have someone to be with. I do now." Nick shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just assumed we'd spend it together."
"Oh? Oh, yes, because Master Killian said I could stay with them, but I told him that you'd want me, want to be with me." Oh, he'd known it.
Nick nodded emphatically. "Of course I do. Kitten, This Christmas, every Christmas."
"Oh, then you don't get your present. You have to wait." He put it back in his pocket.
Nick pouted. "That's evil!"
"Sorry. You'll like it. I promise."
Chuckling, Nick wrapped him up and kissed him soundly. "As long as I have you, I can wait."
"You have me."
Always.
Francis looked at Nick, handed over a little wrapped box. "Merry Christmas."
"What's this, Kitten?"
"A...a present. I know that Christmas is soon and I...Master Killian said you usually go away for the holidays and I wanted you to have this first." Nick hadn't said anything about leaving, but the man hadn't said anything about staying either. Or decorating. Or anything, really.
"I usually go away because I don't usually have someone to be with. I do now." Nick shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just assumed we'd spend it together."
"Oh? Oh, yes, because Master Killian said I could stay with them, but I told him that you'd want me, want to be with me." Oh, he'd known it.
Nick nodded emphatically. "Of course I do. Kitten, This Christmas, every Christmas."
"Oh, then you don't get your present. You have to wait." He put it back in his pocket.
Nick pouted. "That's evil!"
"Sorry. You'll like it. I promise."
Chuckling, Nick wrapped him up and kissed him soundly. "As long as I have you, I can wait."
"You have me."
Always.
December 20, 2012
Smutty Advent - December 20
Popcorn balls were sticky.
Really sticky.
And hot.
Messy.
Tanny was pretty sure he wasn't any good at making them.
He stared at the bowl with the green goo, his hands caught in the hot, sticky mass up to his elbows.
Billy had to come home sometime, right?
Right?
He finally heard the front door open and close. "Montana? I'm home."
"Yay. I'm stuck. Help?"
"Stuck?" Billy came into the kitchen, setting his briefcase down at the doorway and then frowning. "Why are you elbow deep in ectoplasm?"
"I was tempted to jack off and this stopped me." He was going to have a temper tantrum.
"Well then, good." Billy came over and looked in the bowl. "Seriously, boy, what is that mess?"
"Popcorn balls. Can you please help me before I lose my shit?"
Billy rubbed his back with one hand while staring into the pot. "I think this situation requires lubricant."
"I spent a fortune on the ingredients. I'm supposed to have these for Jim's sub party tomorrow night." He sucked.
"What is it supposed to be?" Billy grabbed the olive oil and started pouring it over his arms, working it down past his elbows.
"Popcorn balls and they're ruined."
"Then we'll make something else for you to bring. This isn't the end of the world, Montana." Billy had the gunk worked down to his wrists now.
"Still. I'm tired of screwing up."
"Stop that, boy."
"Stop what? Screwing up?"
"Putting yourself down. So this didn't work out. You'll try again or try something new."
Billy's strong hands slid into his and pulled him out. The goo dripped everywhere, his fingers curled and sore.
"Let's get you in the shower and massage these poor hands."
"I'm sorry. I followed the recipe."
"And it didn't work. It happens. You're successful with most of the recipes you try." Billy's hand rubbed circles in his back, his master leading him toward the bathroom.
"I just...My hands are green."
"You could play the Grinch..."
"Oh, I'm going to bite you."
"I thought the Grinch stole presents and roast beasts?" Billy ducked quickly into the bathroom.
His green sore hand connected with Billy's butt.
"Montana!" Billy pounced him and dragged him into the shower.
"Ho ho ho."
"Brat! Amazing, beautiful, wonderful Brat."
The words made him smile, made him push into Billy's arms for a squeeze.
The water fell down all around them, his master, his Billy holding him tight against the sturdy body.
Finally he could breathe. "How did your errands go, Billy?"
"My errands went just fine." Billy's hands moved up and down his back.
"Good."
Billy felt so good. His master tilted his head and took a kiss. Tanny moaned, melting a little bit.
"That's better," murmured Billy before taking another kiss.
"Yes." Yes. That was.
"We'll make something together for the party tomorrow morning, okay?" Billy kept touching, lips sliding over his face now.
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow, please. Sir."
"Yes. We're busy tonight."
Busy. Oh, that sounded good.
Billy grinned. "Happy week before Christmas."
"Happy week before Christmas, sir."
Billy's kiss said everything was going to be okay.
He trusted that, with all he was. He always would.
Really sticky.
And hot.
Messy.
Tanny was pretty sure he wasn't any good at making them.
He stared at the bowl with the green goo, his hands caught in the hot, sticky mass up to his elbows.
Billy had to come home sometime, right?
Right?
He finally heard the front door open and close. "Montana? I'm home."
"Yay. I'm stuck. Help?"
"Stuck?" Billy came into the kitchen, setting his briefcase down at the doorway and then frowning. "Why are you elbow deep in ectoplasm?"
"I was tempted to jack off and this stopped me." He was going to have a temper tantrum.
"Well then, good." Billy came over and looked in the bowl. "Seriously, boy, what is that mess?"
"Popcorn balls. Can you please help me before I lose my shit?"
Billy rubbed his back with one hand while staring into the pot. "I think this situation requires lubricant."
"I spent a fortune on the ingredients. I'm supposed to have these for Jim's sub party tomorrow night." He sucked.
"What is it supposed to be?" Billy grabbed the olive oil and started pouring it over his arms, working it down past his elbows.
"Popcorn balls and they're ruined."
"Then we'll make something else for you to bring. This isn't the end of the world, Montana." Billy had the gunk worked down to his wrists now.
"Still. I'm tired of screwing up."
"Stop that, boy."
"Stop what? Screwing up?"
"Putting yourself down. So this didn't work out. You'll try again or try something new."
Billy's strong hands slid into his and pulled him out. The goo dripped everywhere, his fingers curled and sore.
"Let's get you in the shower and massage these poor hands."
"I'm sorry. I followed the recipe."
"And it didn't work. It happens. You're successful with most of the recipes you try." Billy's hand rubbed circles in his back, his master leading him toward the bathroom.
"I just...My hands are green."
"You could play the Grinch..."
"Oh, I'm going to bite you."
"I thought the Grinch stole presents and roast beasts?" Billy ducked quickly into the bathroom.
His green sore hand connected with Billy's butt.
"Montana!" Billy pounced him and dragged him into the shower.
"Ho ho ho."
"Brat! Amazing, beautiful, wonderful Brat."
The words made him smile, made him push into Billy's arms for a squeeze.
The water fell down all around them, his master, his Billy holding him tight against the sturdy body.
Finally he could breathe. "How did your errands go, Billy?"
"My errands went just fine." Billy's hands moved up and down his back.
"Good."
Billy felt so good. His master tilted his head and took a kiss. Tanny moaned, melting a little bit.
"That's better," murmured Billy before taking another kiss.
"Yes." Yes. That was.
"We'll make something together for the party tomorrow morning, okay?" Billy kept touching, lips sliding over his face now.
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow, please. Sir."
"Yes. We're busy tonight."
Busy. Oh, that sounded good.
Billy grinned. "Happy week before Christmas."
"Happy week before Christmas, sir."
Billy's kiss said everything was going to be okay.
He trusted that, with all he was. He always would.
December 19, 2012
Beaten and Mannies Incorporated out!
Little Francis stole my heart in Trust and demanded his own story and so I had to give it to him. Luckily Nick showed up, more than happy to take Little Francis on. Fans of Treat and Killian will be happy to know that not only do they appear in this book, but I am currently working no a novella staring them that takes place after Beaten.
Little Francis is recovering from an abusive relationship that put him in the hospital. He's doing fine now, working at Permanent Ink and staying in one of the spare bedrooms at Treat and Killian's place. He knows now that love and the lifestyle aren't in the cards for him, and he's trying to make peace with that.
Enter Nick, a single Dom who falls for Francis the moment he lays eyes on him. Nick has to battle not only an overprotective Killian just to get a date with Francis in the first place, but also Francis' own beliefs that he's somehow responsible for bringing out his abuser's dark side.
Just when things seem to be going Nick and Francis' way, Francis' past comes back to haunt not only Francis, but everyone he's close to as well.
Can Nick convince Francis that not only is an abusive Dom the exception and not the rule, but that Francis wasn't responsible for the man's actions? And will Little Francis ever let himself fall in love again?
There's an excerpt here.
You can buy it here.
The boys of Mannies Incorporated are sweet and were a joy to write. I hope to visit with Slayde and Drake again. I love their cover very much.
Slayde's got the best job on earth: he's a nanny to Army nurse and widow Mindy's three kids. He's been with the family since the oldest was born and is Uncle Slayde to all three children. When Mindy's deployed, things aren't easy, but he manages just fine. At least he does until Mindy's big brother Drake shows up unexpectedly, announcing he's there to help while Mindy is gone.
Drake is almost a stranger to the kids, hot as hell, especially in his motorcycling leathers, and straighter than straight. On top of that, Drake's not used to dealing with kids, with things like gluten free, recycling and not eating fast food and soon has Slayde's tight routine in shambles.
Slayde thinks Drake is far more of a hindrance than a help, at least at the start, but he tries to get along for Mindy's sake and eventually, having Drake around is easier than not. But what's he supposed to do when the straight, sexy leather wearing ex-cop makes a pass at him one night? Maybe there's more to Drake than Slayde assumed.
There's an excerpt here
You can buy it here.
In other news, I'm taking part in TRS's Christmas Party and will have smutty excerpts for both Beaten and Mannies Incorporated there later today!
And there's an interview with Slayde from Mannies Incorporated on Dawn's Reading Nook.
Little Francis is recovering from an abusive relationship that put him in the hospital. He's doing fine now, working at Permanent Ink and staying in one of the spare bedrooms at Treat and Killian's place. He knows now that love and the lifestyle aren't in the cards for him, and he's trying to make peace with that.
Enter Nick, a single Dom who falls for Francis the moment he lays eyes on him. Nick has to battle not only an overprotective Killian just to get a date with Francis in the first place, but also Francis' own beliefs that he's somehow responsible for bringing out his abuser's dark side.
Just when things seem to be going Nick and Francis' way, Francis' past comes back to haunt not only Francis, but everyone he's close to as well.
Can Nick convince Francis that not only is an abusive Dom the exception and not the rule, but that Francis wasn't responsible for the man's actions? And will Little Francis ever let himself fall in love again?
There's an excerpt here.
You can buy it here.
The boys of Mannies Incorporated are sweet and were a joy to write. I hope to visit with Slayde and Drake again. I love their cover very much.
Slayde's got the best job on earth: he's a nanny to Army nurse and widow Mindy's three kids. He's been with the family since the oldest was born and is Uncle Slayde to all three children. When Mindy's deployed, things aren't easy, but he manages just fine. At least he does until Mindy's big brother Drake shows up unexpectedly, announcing he's there to help while Mindy is gone.
Drake is almost a stranger to the kids, hot as hell, especially in his motorcycling leathers, and straighter than straight. On top of that, Drake's not used to dealing with kids, with things like gluten free, recycling and not eating fast food and soon has Slayde's tight routine in shambles.
Slayde thinks Drake is far more of a hindrance than a help, at least at the start, but he tries to get along for Mindy's sake and eventually, having Drake around is easier than not. But what's he supposed to do when the straight, sexy leather wearing ex-cop makes a pass at him one night? Maybe there's more to Drake than Slayde assumed.
There's an excerpt here
You can buy it here.
In other news, I'm taking part in TRS's Christmas Party and will have smutty excerpts for both Beaten and Mannies Incorporated there later today!
And there's an interview with Slayde from Mannies Incorporated on Dawn's Reading Nook.
Smutty Advent - December 19
Rock had a secret.
He liked to mutter about and grump and growl about the holidays. About putting up the lights. About having to go shop. About having to come up with presents on his own for Rig and the kid.
He liked to swear he was never going to another mall again, god damn it.
But come Christmas Day, when it was quiet, and there were presents and food and Rig and Dick and peace... Fuck, he lived for that shit.
Not that he was going to let on, though.
A man needed to keep a secret or two, after all.
He liked to mutter about and grump and growl about the holidays. About putting up the lights. About having to go shop. About having to come up with presents on his own for Rig and the kid.
He liked to swear he was never going to another mall again, god damn it.
But come Christmas Day, when it was quiet, and there were presents and food and Rig and Dick and peace... Fuck, he lived for that shit.
Not that he was going to let on, though.
A man needed to keep a secret or two, after all.
December 18, 2012
Smutty Advent -- December 18
Marcus poked Billy. "Our boys made a top ten list. Favorite toys."
Billy nodded. "I heard about that. Your Jim cheated."
Marcus narrowed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. "I don't believe he did. Our boys simply failed to agree."
That had Billy laughing. "We should show them how to do it, then, shouldn't we?"
"Indeed." Marcus pondered. "Top Ten Punishments?"
"Top Ten Rewards," countered Billy.
Marcus thought about it a moment. "Are we sure we can tell them apart?"
Billy's smile widened. "Are we sure we want to?"
"I'm pretty sure we don't." He laughed, and Billy joined him.
"Top Ten Snacks?" Billy suggested.
Oh yes, they could no doubt come to an agreement on that.
"And your boy's brownies are at the top of the list," continued Billy.
"Agreed." Excellent. They were already working well together. They had this in the bag.
"Two. Montana's com." Billy looked smug.
Marcus frowned. "Wait a minute…" Oh dear.
Billy nodded. "I heard about that. Your Jim cheated."
Marcus narrowed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. "I don't believe he did. Our boys simply failed to agree."
That had Billy laughing. "We should show them how to do it, then, shouldn't we?"
"Indeed." Marcus pondered. "Top Ten Punishments?"
"Top Ten Rewards," countered Billy.
Marcus thought about it a moment. "Are we sure we can tell them apart?"
Billy's smile widened. "Are we sure we want to?"
"I'm pretty sure we don't." He laughed, and Billy joined him.
"Top Ten Snacks?" Billy suggested.
Oh yes, they could no doubt come to an agreement on that.
"And your boy's brownies are at the top of the list," continued Billy.
"Agreed." Excellent. They were already working well together. They had this in the bag.
"Two. Montana's com." Billy looked smug.
Marcus frowned. "Wait a minute…" Oh dear.
December 17, 2012
Smutty Advent - December 17
Jim and Tanny's Top Ten Favorite Toys
1) Cock cage
Jim: Wait. How did that get to be number one?
1) Marcus' hand.
Tanny: No way! He's okay, but not number one!
Jim: Yes, way!
Tanny: Asshole.
Jim: Nutbag.
Tanny: Baboon butt.
Jim: Oh, that's pretty good...
1) Cock cage.
1-10) Marcus.
1) Cock cage
Jim: Wait. How did that get to be number one?
1) Marcus' hand.
Tanny: No way! He's okay, but not number one!
Jim: Yes, way!
Tanny: Asshole.
Jim: Nutbag.
Tanny: Baboon butt.
Jim: Oh, that's pretty good...
1) Cock cage.
1-10) Marcus.
Wallflowers now out!
Ryan Coulter is a sports science graduate, who's deep in the closet. Returning to his college town to be in a frat buddy's wedding, he discovers he still has feelings for his old college lover, Daniel James Delout. Too bad he's still in the closet and DJ most definitely is not, the main reason why they broke up in the first place. To complicate matters further, DJ is now blind, and is, somehow, almost maddeningly Zen about the blindness, Ryan, everything.
Can Ryan ignore his stronger-than-ever attraction to DJ and just get through the wedding rehearsal, ceremony, and reception? Does he even want to? And what happens if he and DJ do reconnect? After all, he’s still in the closet...right?
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