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December 16

Jarheads today!


Rock looked up from the god damn paperwork -- no less annoying because it was all computerized now, hunting and pecking for hours sucked -- as the door opened.

Dick's head appeared around it. "Safe to come in?"

He hit save and pushed his chair back from the desk. "Only if you've come to rescue me."

Dick grinned and closed the door and Rock felt his lips pull up into a smile as he heard the lock shoot softly home. Things were definitely looking up.

"I'm rescuing you so we can go Christmas shopping."

Rock groaned. He wasn't sure if that was any better than paperwork, really. Dick came over and straddled his legs, his chair groaning, but holding. Rock's arms automatically went around the kid, hands landing on Dick's ass.

The kid smiled at him. "Rig's at the clinic tonight, so it's the perfect time to get his Christmas and get it wrapped before he's home and can find it."

He grunted, lips closing over Dick's. The kid kissed him back, hips rolling, their cocks rubbing together.

"Skin," he muttered, hand pushing his and Dick's sweats down, wrapping around their pricks.

Dick groaned into the kiss, hands hard on his shoulders as they rocked together while he stroked.

So fucking good.

They kept kissing, rolling and rocking, speeding toward a sweet fucking finish. He got the kid off first, Dick's whole body tightening, face going slack for him. The wash of come over his hand, sent him over, too, his own spunk spraying up.

Dick kissed him again, then rested their foreheads together, panting.

A moment later Dick gave him a shit-eating grin. "Better than paperwork?"

"Better than fucking shopping, too."

"You can have another after we get home and get Rig's present wrapped."

He winked and gave their pricks one last squeeze. "Ho, ho, ho."

December 15

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December 14

Yes, Kerry from yesterday's smutty advent is getting his own story. Gotta love the way they sneak in on other people's coattails ;)

Today's smutty advent is Jim and Marcus from Bent.

Jim was not in the Christmas spirit.

Not at all.

He was working on a bunch of Easter articles for a magazine, editing what was possibly the worst World War II novel ever written, and was researching summer theme parks for another job. He rubbed the back of his neck, pulled his Snuggie around him tighter and growled.

And Marcus growled right back, the sound echoing around his little office.

He spun around in his chair. "What?"

"Do you know what time it is, baby?"

"Huh?" He wasn't in the mood for riddles.

"You're done for the day." Marcus' hands landed on his shoulders, warm through his Snuggie.

"I am? That feels so good..."

Marcus took the hint, fingers digging into his muscles. "You were done for the day ten minutes ago, actually. And given all the grumbling, that's probably a good thing."

"I don't feel Christmassy."

"That's because you've locked yourself in here, doing other people's work all day."

"Yes. Yes, exactly." That was exactly it.

"Then it is well past time you were done." Marcus patted his shoulders. "Come on, baby. I think you'll find your missing Christmas spirit in the living room with me."

He hit save, nodded. "Okay. Okay, I hope so. I hate being a bitch."

"You have one more day to work before you're on holiday for two weeks."

They both did; Marcus had said because they both worked at home, set their own hours, they needed to make sure they also took time off.

"Yeah. Are you excited?" He was a little nervous.

"I am. Two weeks, baby, where you're all mine." Marcus' voice had dropped.

"All yours..." He hummed, his prick responding to Marcus' voice.

Marcus took him to the living room and pushed the Snuggie off his shoulders.

"I love you." The house smelled like leather.

"Good. I love you, too." Marcus cupped his cheeks, the scent of leather suddenly stronger and tempered by the scent of Marcus himself.

"Mmm." His smile was immediate.

Marcus held his gaze as one hand slid down to grab his ass, freshly spanked that morning. The little burn satisfied him, deep in his soul.

"Mmm. I can see the Christmas spirit growing inside you every second."

Jim chuckled. "Is that what that is?"

"Yes. Absolutely." Marcus grinned and squeezed his ass again.

His chuckle became a laugh, and he launched himself into Marcus' arms. "I love you!"

"I know." Marcus' caught him, held him close. "I know."

They spun in a circle, the Christmas lights swinging around them. Marcus' laugh vibrated all through him.

Maybe he could get into the Christmas thing after all.

Gravity and Daddy, Daddy and Me are out!

When Jeff agreed to be the sperm donor to his best friend Beth, he never expected a tragedy to leave his newborn and three year old motherless. That's exactly what's happened, though, and it's totally thrown his life into chaos: his lover has left him, his house isn't anywhere near childproof and his boss feels the restaurant has been patient enough with the time off.

Donny has always known he wanted to be in childcare, and he just finished his degree in early childhood education. He didn't count on people being less than thrilled to hire him when they find out that not only is he a male nanny, but a gay one at that. Job hunting has been frustrating to say the least, so when he knocks on Jeff's door and is greeted by the sounds of things breaking and a pair of screaming children, he thinks, just maybe, he can begin this particular interview with a trial by fire.

Becoming the nanny to Jeff's children just might be a dream come true for Danny, and exactly what Jeff needs, but are either one of them ready to really be a family?

You can read an excerpt here.

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It's never easy to run into an ex-lover, especially when the break-up was a bad one. That's exactly what happens to Hunter Barrister one evening at the Hammer, though, and he's more upset over seeing the amazingly beautiful Forrest Greune again than he ever thought he could be. When he finds out that Forrest is not only back in town for good, but wants to join the Hammer Club, board member Hunter balks and refuses to give his consenting vote.

Forrest, a now retired model, isn't the same flighty young thing he was when he and Hunter were together, and he wishes Hunter could just move on. When that doesn't happen, he finds himself amusing himself, elsewhere with disastrous results. Broken and injured, Forrest is surprised to find Hunter the one at his bedside, the one who sticks with him and offers support through everything.

Can Forrest and Hunter put their history behind them and be what they need for each other, or will guilt, fear and the past put an end to the relationship neither of them seem to be able to abandon?

You can read an excerpt here.

Jane Davitt wrote a lovely review here.

You can buy it here

Today's smutty advent coming soon!

December 13

Gravity and Daddy, Daddy and Me come out tomorrow!

Today's smutty advent is Gordon and Frank from Push.

Gordon waved at Marcus and Billy as they headed for a table with their subs and took another sip of his Guinness. He was waiting for his lover and the man was late. Which was unlike Frank. The Christmas music was classical and nicely in the background, thank god. The overly bright pop Christmas songs most stores favored had made his Christmas shopping rather hellish.

"You want something to eat, Master Gordon?" Xavier asked him.

Gordon shook his head. "Once Frank gets here we'll see what we're doing."

"Just let me know." Xavier had a smile for Gordon before he had to go serve someone at the other end of the bar.

Gordon checked his watch again; where was Frank? He was beginning to honestly worry.

"Xavier? Xavier, man, look who I found!" Frank's voice boomed out, deep and rough. "You remember Kerry? He worked here before?" Frank had a man in one arm, skinny and wearing next to nothing. Even for a California winter, it wasn't enough.

"Oh my." Xavier's eyes went wide and Gordon stood, waved Frank closer. "A beer for Frank and something hot for his friend, please Xavier."

Frank smiled for him, but it didn't go to the man's eyes. "Kerry's had a rough couple of months; I told him I'd buy him supper."

"The club does an amazing steak. Shall we get a table?"

Frank nodded, kissed his cheek. "Sounds great, babe."

The little man didn't say much, hiding under Frank's arm.

Gordon headed for a table in the corner where Kerry could sit without being stared at. "You need the facilities, Kerry?"

Kerry nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I need to wash up, huh?"

Frank winked. "Couldn't hurt. You want your steak, medium?"

"Medium well, please."

"You got it."

Once Kerry had disappeared into the back hall with the bathrooms, Gordon raised an eyebrow. "Does he need a place to stay?"

"I don't know. He was in the park, sleeping on a bench. Said that his master tossed him out and he had managed to get back here, but that was about it."

"His master tossed him out? That's not right. It's Christmas for God's sake." He growled a little.

"Yeah, no shit. I saw him and..." Frank shrugged.

Gordon knew. His lover had given away every dollar in his pockets, had rescued kittens and kids and strays of every sort. Hell, they'd kept Frank's little house for a place for people to crash, if needed.

"You know, the turkey is still too big if we're three."

"I know. I thought there were a bunch of the younger set here that didn't have somewhere..."

Gordon chuckled. "Tell everyone to be at the house for ten and we'll start with appetizers."

"Oh, excellent." Frank leaned over, kissed him. "Good day today?"

"I got my Christmas shopping finished." Except for the food he was going to need to go out and buy now, but he had the time.

He wrapped his hand in Frank's shirt and tugged him in for a longer kiss. Frank flushed, hand on his thigh. His lover wasn't much on public displays, but here Gordon wouldn't be denied his kisses.

He gazed fondly at his lover, his tough on the outside marshmallow on the inside lover. "Merry Christmas, Frankie."

"Merry Christmas." His nose was kissed. "It'll be a good one."

It always was with Frank.

December 12

The Hammer Club's charity auction was in two days and Oliver was working too hard and stressed and Jack wasn't going to have it anymore. His master was taking the evening off. Damn it.

To that end, he'd made a lovely supper, which was still sitting in the oven; he'd used their best dishes and lit candles, which were now more than halfway burned down; he'd warmed the massage oils and set them out, but they were cold now. He glanced at the time and sighed. It was after eight now, nearly nine, in fact. Oliver had said he'd be home after his meeting at the club, and Jack realized he'd just assumed it wouldn't take hours and hours, but it still made him pout.

The front door opened, Oliver pushing through, arms full of bags from his favorite guilty pleasure restaurant -- fried chicken, mashed potatoes, Jack could even smell the fried apple pies.

"Oh, Master, you shouldn't have." He went to Oliver, taking some of the bags from his master.

"I wanted to share supper with you, my love." Oliver looked exhausted.

"And I with you. It's in the oven, dryin-- keeping warm." He put the food on the counter in the kitchen, all his pouting and grumpiness fleeing; his master needed him. "Sit, Master. Let me feed you and care for you."

"Thank you, Jack." Oliver grabbed some plates. "What did I miss?"

"Master sit." He took the plates from Oliver and brought the man to the table. "I'm waiting on you, remember?"

"I do love you." Oliver smiled at him, drew him down into a long, slow kiss.

He wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck. "I love you, too, Master. And I miss you. It's like you're a ghost."

"This year's been nightmarish." Oliver settled him on his lap.

"Then change it, Master. You can do anything you want."

"I have."

He tilted his head. "Huh?"

"I told Xavier they need to find another chair. I need time with my boy."

He gasped, his eyes going wide. "Really? Master are you sure?"

"Have I ever been unsure?" Oliver touched his lips. "I need my boy."

"And your boy needs you, Master!" He pressed their lips together.

Oliver groaned, one hand cupping the back of his head, tilting him back, and deepened the kiss. Jack wriggled and rolled, sliding against Oliver's body.

"Needy boy." His master smiled. "You're going to ride me until I come in you, Jack. After we eat."

"Yes, Master. Anything you want." He kissed Oliver again and pressed their foreheads together. "I can't believe you're stepping down for me."

"I would do anything for you, boy." The words were soft, serious.

"I wouldn't ask something like that of you though, Master." Oliver had been the chair of the board for the Hammer since its inception.

"Shh. Fried chicken, then take me to bed. I have need of my boy."

"Yes, Master. Anything you want." He kissed Oliver gently before murmuring, "Thank you, Master."

More of his master: it was the best Christmas present he could think of.

December 11

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December 10

"Hey, Pretty." Rig leaned against the bathroom door, watching Dick shower, licking his lips. "You like the decorations I put up in here?"

"I love 'em. It's nice having softer lights than the overheads for showering." Dick gave him grin through the glass shower door.

"Mmmhmm." He winked. "Did you look up?" The mistletoe was plastic, safe from molding. Perfect.

Dick did, and laughed. "I think you need to come closer."

"Mmm. Do you?" He moved closer, his sweatpants starting to tent.

"I do. And I'd hate to get your clothes all wet." Dick opened the glass and leaned against the tile to slowly jacked himself with a soapy hand. "You should take them off."

"You gonna keep me warm?"

"I will. Very warm. Hot, even."

He stripped his shirt off, hung it on the doorknob. "Promise?"

Dick moaned softly, gaze glued to him. "Promise."

Rig stepped out of his slippers, his sweats. "Excellent."

"Fuck yes, Get your ass in here so we can try out this special mistletoe."

He chuckled, slipped into the steam. He could so fucking handle that.

December 9

Congrats to Michelle B, winner of a copy of Office Hours.

There's a discount coupon out for Torquere Press. Good until tomorrow night. It's for 15% of your order and the code is newre2011. My books are here ;)

Today's smutty advent is Simon and Jeremy from Forged.


There was something perversely fun about using his wheelchair in a mall, especially with Simon. Everyone was gawking anyway; Jeremy had no compunction about bumping Simon, tugging the man into his lap, rolling into places he wasn't supposed to be.

It was entertaining as all fuck.

Simon was trying to pretend to be upset about it, too, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching up and every time Simon threatened to beat him, Jeremy would tease. "I'd like to see you try." Then he'd zoom away.

Simon tracked him down near the pet store, the puppies in the window sleeping hard, the kittens pouncing each other.

"Are you going to behave?" Simon asked, eyes twinkling at him.

"Never." He looked at the dogs. "Poor puppy mill babies."

Simon leaned against his chair, one hand on his shoulder. "Yeah. Have you ever had a dog?"

"Sure. I love dogs. I've had lots. I left Mathilda at home in Texas."

"I've never had one."

"Do you like them?" There was a huge fuzzy white beast, trying desperately to get to Simon through the window. He hated knowing that they weren't healthy, that their mommas were kept in horrifying conditions.

"I do." Simon chuckled but it sounded sad. "Poor little thing." Then his lover sighed and squeezed his shoulder. "Are you ready for me to buy you a hot chocolate?"

"I am." Jeremy filed that away. A puppy. Simon might need a puppy for Christmas.

They turned and headed for the coffee shop. "What flavor do you want today?" Simin asked him. Simon had a thing about special hot chocolates for Christmas. It was cute.

"Mmm. Butterscotch. You have a cute ass."

Simon chuckled, stopped and gave him a soft kiss, right there in the middle of the mall. "I'm rather fond of yours, too."

"Excellent." They rolled on, together, Jeremy happy as a pig in shit.

December 8

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Today's smutty advent calendar is Marcus and Jim from Bent.


Marcus packaged the last online order up and set it with the others. He'd take them to the post office tomorrow. He would be pleased to see the last of them; he was ready to put Christmas orders aside and enjoy the holiday with his baby.

He heard the front door open, heard a happy whistle, the coat closet open and close. Oh, his baby was in a good mood.

Smiling, Marcus headed for the front hall. There was a single mocha latte in a thermal cup on the table in the hallway, along with a muffin and a leather working awl he'd been needing.

One of his eyebrows went up. "Baby?"

"Yes, Master?" The whistling stopped, Jim's head appearing from the kitchen, red curls wild.

He nodded toward the table.

"Merry Christmas Eve eve!"

Marcus chuckled and nodded, opened his arms. "Merry Christmas Eve eve. to you, too."

Jim came to him, wearing heavy sweatpants, the fuzzy robe draped over his baby's shoulders. He got a sweet, happy kiss, Jim cuddling right into his arms.

He took his baby's mouth, relaxing into the kiss. Jim's lips tasted sweet, creamy, minty and warm.

"You taste good, baby."

"Thank you, Master." Jim kissed the end of his nose.

"So what is all this? Hmm?"

"Just a happy evening present. I stopped to get a hot chocolate on my way home and knew you were pushing hard to finish today." Jim frowned. "You don't like it?"

"I was just surprised." He took the hot drink and had a sip. "And impressed, that you bought me a coffee but didn't buy one yourself."

"I hoped you'd share a sip or two, but the peppermint hot chocolate is amazing. Liquid sex."

"That good? Maybe you should have brought me that, hmm?" He leaned in and took another kiss, stealing more of the taste from his baby's mouth.

"Mmm. We could walk down tomorrow, get one." Jim was all cuddles and warm hands on his belly.

"Mmm. Yes, tomorrow." Today he had plans.

"Tomorrow."

"Yes, baby, tomorrow. Tonight I have naughty plans."

"Oh, excellent." Jim laughed, easy and pliant in his arms. "I love naughty plans."

"I know. Me, too." He took another kiss. "And I love you, baby."

"I know." Jim nodded. "Me too."

"Then let's get a jump on Christmas, hmm?" He waggled his eyebrows and squeezed Jim's ass.

"Ho, ho, ho." God, he loved Jim's smile.

It looked like it was going to be a very merry Christmas for them.