Jet Mykles's Blog, page 14
February 11, 2012
Love in Appy Valley 4
This isn't edited, it's straight from my draft. So there may be errors and I am solely to blame for them. Hopefully, there aren't so many as to intrude on the story.
NOT NEARLY SAFE FOR WORK
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It rained. Hard. Eriyk and Dakota huddled in Eriyk's little sportscar and hoped the torrent didn't rip open the fabric top. When they got to the restaurant, it was to find a crowd in the waiting area. They just heard the last of the hostess telling the crowd that a leak in one of the dining rooms meant that some reservations were going to have to be postponed.
"Well, shit." Dakota stood beside Eriyk, listening although he couldn't see the hostess over the people in front of him. He smoothed wet fringe from his face and looked up at Eriyk. "You want to bail?"
God, he looks good. Even soaking wet -- maybe especially soaking wet -- Dakota was a beacon of warmth, the chestnut and black of the hair plastered to his head resembling a banked fire. Heart sinking, Eriyk shrugged. "It's up to you."
Dakota glanced out the open doors at the sheet of water pounding the pavement. He huddled a little in his raincoat. The freak late-spring storm wasn't especially cold, but it was ferocious. "Eh, it's not worth it. Let's find someplace else."
"You sure? I'm supposed to wine and dine you here."
Dakota grinned as he led the through the people who'd come in behind them. "There's wine and food in other places and this one's too crowded. Let's get out of here."
The short trek back to the car re-drenched them since neither of them had deigned to bring an umbrella. Eriyk had only grabbed a coat at the last minute to protect his silk shirt and at least part of his dress slacks. He was pretty sure it was the same for Dakota. Late-spring storms weren't uncommon in Appaloosa Valley but he still hadn't expected it. He started the car and turned on the engine to heat up. Rain pounded on the canvas top of his convertible. "Where to?"
Dakota stared at him from the passenger seat. "Gotta do something first."
"What?"
Without another word, Dakota reached over to hook a hand around the back of Eriyk's neck. He pulled, Eriyk leaned and their lips met somewhere over the stickshift. Eriyk moaned, opening his lips in response to Dakota's probe and they played tongue-wrestle for who knew how many minutes. They hadn't kissed when Eriyk picked Dakota up and they'd mostly laughed about the weather on the way over. Eriyk's heart soared that it was Dakota who'd taken the initiative.
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February 1, 2012
Love in Appy Valley 3
No warnings
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Eriyk grinned when he saw the caller ID on his cell phone. He punched it on and raised it to his ear. "Hey you."
"So where are you taking me?"
A bubble of joy in his chest burst from his lips as a laugh. Lying on his bed across their room, Jassen looked up at Eriyk in question. He'd deal with his brother later. "Wherever you want."
"Hmph. Better be good. Expensive. You can afford it."
"That I can. Steak? Seafood?"
"There's a new seafood place in Riverside. Romy's or something. We might be able to get in there."
"Should I look it up?"
"I'll do it. 7:00 good?"
Eriyk glanced at the spaceship clock between the room's two windows. Damn, we need to redecorate. It was 1:00 now. "That's perfect."
"You're driving."
"Of course."
"I think it's semi-casual dress. I'll text you the info."
"Okay. I can't wait."
"Hmm." Then a warm chuckle. "Neither can I. See you then."
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Love in Appy Valley 2
Warning: some kissing
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Not going to work. Eriyk stared into the glimmering depths of the pool and tried not to sulk. I need to get out of this.
For two months, Eriyk had tried the friend thing. He couldn't say he didn't have fun with Dakota. In fact, they had lots of fun both when they were with others and when they were alone. Their likes were similar enough to be compatible but different enough to keep things lively. They teased, argued and laughed a lot. The end result, however, was that Eriyk was more helplessly in love with Dakota now than he had been before.
Gotta tell him. Even if it ruined everything, Eriyk had to confess. It was a good time too. If things went sour, there was an opening at a paper in Riverview that he could probably get if he applied.
A shadow passed over him then Dakota was sitting on the pool's ledge beside him. Gorgeously muscled shins dunked in the water and a lean, hard shoulder bumped Eriyk's. "Deep thoughts."
Eriyk didn't look at him. Couldn't. Dakota just wore shorts and the rest of his glorious skin was on display. The blistering summer sun that pounded on his back was nothing next to the heat in Eriyk's groin when he let himself take in the sight that was his obession.
Tell him. "Yeah."
"Care to share?"
"Don't know if I should."
"Uh-oh. Sounds ominous."
Eriyk said nothing. Do it.
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Love in Appy Valley 1
It's no particular surprise that I got obsessed with one of my couples. No particular surprise that it was my first gay couple. They so frickin' adorable! I didn't take pics, but I should. I've gone on to other Sims, but these two are still my favorite.
Anyway, here's an unedited piece that I wrote about the "first" meeting. In quotes because you'll see in the story that they've known each other forever, but they've just rediscovered each other. There's a part 2 to this too, but I'll save that for another day.
For those who've played, this takes place in Appaloosa Valley and involves the Fox family. Dakota starts off a new game as a toddler and Eriyk is the son of the couple that I started the game with. I very carefully manipulated Eriyk and Dakota together and have now played a few different versions of them. One lasted through two adopted kids all the way to both of their tragic deaths. I was quite sad when that happened, tbh.
The text might be a bit off. Not much editing and I may have taken some knowledge for granted. But I hope it's legible and fun.
Welcome to my obsession.
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Holy shit!
All thought flew from Eriyk's head at the sight. No, all thought but one. He's so fucking gorgeous. There was no other way to describe the man walking up the steps onto his parent's front porch. His hair, which used to be a sumptuous brown, glowed chestnut in the autumn sun. Clearly, it'd been dyed but it was a damn good job. And it showed off the white tips of his hair perfectly. The white tips that Eriyk never could decide -- and had never been told -- if they were a genetic freak of nature or from a bottle. Didn't matter, the entire effect was breathtaking, especially since he'd cut his hair so that those tips just barely reached his chin. Eriyk had always liked Dakota's hair long, but the short was better than he expected. It framed that gorgeous face, with it's straight black brows, deep sable eyes and straight, patrician nose. And those lips. Eriyk could wax philosophic until world's end about those perfect, dark pink lips, always drawn into a slight smirk.
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January 28, 2012
Return to Appy Valley – Freebie Fic
Just posted a freebie on Fiction with Friction. Characters are from my playing The Sims 3, a terribly obsessive game.
December 17, 2011
Short Discussion with Brent
I had a short discussion with Brent from Heaven Sent on Fiction with Friction today:
December 3, 2011
It's official, I lied
Didn't mean to lie. Really I didn't. When I wrote all the posts saying that Lance's book would be the next Indigo Knights book, I meant it. I was quite sure that Lance's story was next because I knew that one. I didn't account for Danny. See, Mr. Champion has been silent about his story. I had no idea who his other was or how he'd fit in, which was why I planned Danny for last. Sure, it bugged me that I hadn't really introduced Lance in book one. I mentioned his name, yes, but no true meet and greet. Sure, Danny was the choice for the next book since we already know him. But I can't write a book when I don't know both heros yet, right?
Yeah. Well. Last week, I met Cash. Danny's quite taken with Cash. To be honest, I'm quite taken with Cash.
So… I'm about to go edit the website to change book 2 from Lance to Champion. Sorry for the confusion, folks.
November 28, 2011
Toys for Good Girls is available now at Loose Id
[image error]Released November 29, 2011 from Loose Id.
Pairing: m/f
November 21, 2011
EXCERPT – Toys for Good Girls
[image error]Due out in November 29, 2011 from Loose Id.
Pairing: m/f
This is a sequel to Reindeer Games. It's Bok's story about how he gets involved with Tanty, who happens to be the reindeer Vixen. They share a love of adult toys, you see.
BLURB
Tanty — better known as Vixen, one of Santa's shape-shifting reindeer — loves toys. Grown-up toys. Sex with men is great, but toys go when you want them to go and don't stop until you say stop. No muss, no fuss, and all fun.
Bok buys toys. Not only toys for good little human girls and boys, but also sex toys for elves who make a request. If it tickles, wiggles, thrusts, licks or tingles then Bok's the elf to see for purchasing that perfect personal treasure.
What Bok wants most of all is to provide Tanty with everything she needs, toys and all, but he doesn't think the fieriest of the reindeer would be interested in playing with him an overweight computer nerd. Tanty wouldn't have thought so either, but by golly Bok and his goodies start to jingle her bells. No matter how much fun a toy is, it doesn't cuddle at night or kiss you good morning.
And after all, why settle for one toy when you can have the supplier?
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Then the door swung wide open to reveal Tanty in a tiny little purple robe with a hem that barely brushed the tops of her thighs. The robe gaped in a deep V in the front that revealed the inner curves of both breasts and a sweet swath of flat belly. "Hi!"
He was toast.
Casually, she reached up to tuck abundant tangerine hair behind her ear as she toyed with her sash with the other hand. Gorgeous, dark blue almost-purple eyes blinked happily at him. "You are a saint for doing this."
Bok had never felt less saintly in his life. "Uh, yeah."
Giggling, she reached out to grab his arm and pull him inside. Instantly, he was surrounded by a warm, fruity smell, citrus with something sweeter, like strawberries. The air was moist, as though…
"I just took a shower."
Of course. She'd just been naked and wet. But then…? He looked at her dry hair.
"I had it up," she said, reading his confusion as she led him through the front room toward the open door at the back.
"Oh."
Her home was decorated in a cacophony of orange and green, like she was trying to mimic an orchard or a pumpkin patch. Most of the big furniture was covered in dark green upholstery with leaves embedded in the pattern, but the pillows and accents were all in orange. It took him precious moments to realize the walls were not white but light blue, like a summer sky. Hand still around his arm, she led him past a huge couch set in front of a television with accompanying entertainment gear. Santa's Village didn't have cable or satellite access to live television from the humans' realm, but plenty of people had developed a fondness for DVDs. She drew him into a bedroom decorated in much lighter, warmer shades of the same colors that dominated the outer room. The carpet was cream to match the walls, the bedding and upholstery ranging from pale peach to vibrant orange, and the noncovered furniture was all light pine. Sunlight warmed the sheers that guarded her privacy.
The box he'd given her earlier lay in front of a plush couch. It had been torn open and its contents spilled over a plush carpet. At first glance, he could figure out how it went together and was confused why she'd needed help.
"There it is," she said, dropping his arm so she could cross hers under her breasts. The perky little handfuls pushed at the lapels of the robe, which threatened to nudge aside to reveal her nipples. Then her eyes were on him, and for the first time he realized he was about an inch taller than her. "Can you fix it?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure." Realizing he sounded moronic with all the uhs, he dropped to his knees and took a look at the parts. The main part of the saddle was a triangular wedge that was padded, then covered with a soft black water-resistant covering. In the center was the socket where the dildos fit. A coiled cord waited to get plugged into the back. Simple. He picked up one of the unwrapped dildos lying on the protective plastic beside the wedge.
"Wait." She snatched the thick four-inch dildo with the nubbins along its shaft from his hand and replaced it with a six-incher that had a clit-massaging appendage in front. "Use this one."
Blankly, he nodded, trying desperately to swallow in a throat gone completely dry. He couldn't stop picturing her with that dildo, lowering her sweet, wet opening on it so she could surround and strangle it. Of course, the semierection he'd sported since he'd heard her voice on the other end of the phone sprouted to full arousal at the thought. But he ignored it by concentrating instead on inserting the batteries into the dildo.
"Does it really need batteries?" she asked, perching on the couch over him.
He tried to avoid noticing that her knees were right by his shoulder, that if she parted them, he could reach between them and find… He gulped. "Uh, no. But since they're interchangeable, you can use the other dildos while you're, uh, riding."
"Mmmm."
Bending way too close to the machine, he concentrated on fitting the dildo's end into the machine rather than thinking about how it would soon be inside her heat.
But when he sat back, he immediately felt her warmth over him. She laid a hand on his shoulder and leaned into him, her attention on the machine. "Is it ready?"
"Al –" He cleared his throat. "Almost." He plugged in the cord and leaned over to push the other end into the socket in the wall beside them. Then he picked up the little remote and took a minute to unwrap and insert the batteries. To test it, he flipped the power switch.
"Oooo!" Strong fingers clutched his shoulders as the dildo started to tremble.
He closed his eyes, thankful his back was to her so she couldn't see her effect on him. "There you go." He stared at the tan column of plastic that buzzed, rather than look at her. If he did, he might — Whoa!
She pushed close to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pressing her cheek to the side of his neck. Her weight was negligible on his back, but she still nearly knocked him off-balance. "You're the best! This is awesome!" She kissed his cheek.
Tongue-tied, he remained still as she dropped to her knees beside him, her attention on the machine. She picked up the remote. "Show me."
He managed to stay calm as he told her what each button did. It was simple enough, designed to function for someone who'd have other things on their mind when they worked it. When she squealed in delight after they set the vibrator on high, Bok nearly had cardiac arrest. Okay, elves didn't have cardiac arrest, but it sure felt like his heart was going to stop. Christmas, but he wished he could stay and watch her use the machine. Maybe if he asked nicely…
She dropped the remote and rose up on her knees in front of him. He froze when she opened her robe, then slid it down her arms and off her body. Captivated by the nearness of her soft, silky skin, he didn't immediately realize she'd picked up a bottle of lube from the floor beside the box. A half-empty bottle of lube. With the ease of an expert, she popped the top, poured liquid into her palm, and coated the buzzing dildo with one hand while she closed the cap with the other. She did this without a care that he was still there, that he was stunned motionless, torn between watching her slim fingers wet the dildo or the graceful sway of her breasts as she leaned forward. Her hair, tossed over her far shoulder, provided a vivid backdrop to the luscious view she provided him.
He curled his fingers into fists and pressed them to his thighs to keep from reaching out to touch when he hadn't been invited. It's nothing, he assured himself. She got naked with people all the time. She just wasn't thinking…
His brain completely ceased to function when she swung around, lifted one leg, then lowered it so she was straddling the machine. Without any hesitation, she reached down to hold the dildo while she positioned herself above it. Her dry hand closed on his shoulder, using him for balance as she found her place. His eyes were riveted to the shining plastic dickhead as she rotated her hips above it, rubbing herself with it. "Oh, yum." She purred, tossing her head back. Her nipples thrust toward the ceiling, pebble hard and captivating, but his attention remained between her thighs. Her fingers crawled up his neck as she lowered her hips, letting the vibrating dildo disappear slowly beneath soft, pettable orange curls. "Mmmm." She tunneled her fingers into the hair above his left ear, pulling him closer. He lost his vantage for the apex of her thighs, but his focus found the breasts that were so very close. "Oh, wow. Bok, this feels so good." Her back arched as she jerked up a little so she could push slowly down again. Bok's mouth watered as he imagined the dildo filling her. He wanted to watch, but her breasts, her face, all that hair draping her back… Holy night, there was just so much to feast his gaze on.
"Christmas!" she sang out loud, and if he had to guess, the little appendage in front of the dildo had finally come in contact with her clit.
"Oh, snow!" She circled her hips, grinding. Her far hand slid up her flat belly until it cupped her breast, coating her silky skin with the lube that remained on her palm. Nimble fingers plucked at the sweet pink treat at the tip. "This feels so good."
An honest whimper bled from Bok's throat.
Her eyes opened at the sound, her head swiveling to face him. Her smile was pure sin. A gorgeous flush climbed up her neck. He'd never realized pink and orange complemented each other so very well. "Hi."
He mouthed the word back, but no sound emerged.
She licked her lips, her body rising and falling slowly as she began to ride the machine. "Mmmm." Her fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him a little closer. Her breast brushed the front of his tunic when she rose. "Want to kiss me?"
Completely abandoning any pride, he nodded eagerly.
She purred and tugged. "Come here."
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November 20, 2011
Weekend's blogging
Two blog posts from me this weekend, in case you're interested.
At Fiction with Friction, As the end of the year approaches
At Loose Ends, What about girls
