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Guest Post: JC Wallace

Please welcome fellow Wednesday Briefer JC Wallace back to my web site. Let’s talk about sex! Oh, and don’t forget to enter the giveaway using the link at the end of the post. 

Hi, everyone! I want to thank Rob for hosting the

Dare To Love Forever Blog Tour!

Dare to Love Forever is my second published novel, and I’m excited to share the story with you. At the end of this post, you will find the buy link, blurb and excerpt, as well as a chance to enter to win some great prizes at the end of the tour!

  Check here for links to all of the blogs in the tour.

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Sex Scene Writing…Yeah or Nay?

I love to read sex scenes in my M/M novels. In fact, if there aren’t sex scenes, then I’m less likely to read it. It’s just something I like in my stories. I don’t read het romance so don’t ask me about M/F sex scenes.

Unfortunately, writing sex scenes when compared the rest of the story isn’t much fun for me. I had one reader tell me how much this revelation disappointed her, which was odd to me because whether or not I enjoyed writing a scene shouldn’t matter. There have been hundreds of other scenes without sex that I’ve wanted to shun as well. So, what is it with sex scenes that makes me want to skip them all together when I enjoy reading them? Well, here’s a short list…

They are tedious and detailed.

When writing sex scenes, you really have to stop and really think of mechanics. It’s more than two bodies writhing and joining in sexual bliss. Body placement - arms, legs, lying down, facing one another, sitting, standing, where the two people are in relation to one another - are all of major importance. It’s technical and, I feel after writing numerous sex scenes, I have an inkling of what porn directors or actors go through when filming. It gets pretty exact. I recently read some hilarious sex scenes from published stories reprinted on a blog. Some of the things the authors had body parts doing were physically impossible. While you’re shouldn’t be narrating a sex scene move by move, you always have to know where body parts are and what they’re doing. That takes some real concentration on my part when the participants are supposedly out of their minds with passion.

Needing more than the same old, same old.

Some sex scenes can get pretty wild, when, in an attempt to add something fresh and new to the romance genre (gay and het), authors may go to extremes…On the backs of moving horses (really?). Or with werewolves (one step from bestiality). Or using descriptors that are more ridiculous than they sound such as “man sword” and “fluttering hole.” But without venturing out and striving to create something different, then you just get the same old sex scenes reproduced over and over. Finding new ways to describe what each person is feeling physically and emotionally usually requires several hundred trips to the Thesaurus. In many M/M books I’ve read, I’ve seen the following progression over and over (may vary slightly):

Man sees/meets hot man. Man jerks off to visions of hot man in the shower. Man and hot man give each other blowjobs or rub one off on one another. Man and hot man have sexual intercourse in the shower (because their dirty, of course). Man and hot man have sexual intercourse in the bed. Man and hot man are separated or have a falling out. Man and hot man have make-up sex. The end.

I raise my hand in guilt with following some of this pattern and I am trying to better my sex scene writing in the future.

Not in the mood.

You’re MCs are hot and panting and ready and you’re not. You really have to get into something remotely resembling the current mood of your MCs. You can write sex scenes when you’re exhausted and have about as much sex drive as a dead person, but this makes the writing even more aversive. You really don’t want to write a sex scene if you’re pissed off at someone, unless maybe it’s angry sex. I rarely ever skip a sex scene and come back to it because sex scenes must do the same as every other scene—drive the plot forward. MCs should never have sex just to have a sex scene. Something must happen during that scene that adds information to the story, even if it’s as simple as one of the MCs realizing they actually love the other person, or that the sex they just had with the other person wasn’t enjoyable (not necessarily the kiss of death you might think it is in a romance). Yeah, being in the mood, really important.

 

In conclusion, I love to read sex scenes. Writing them not so much, however…once I’ve written them and hashed them out in my story, I think, “Hey, this turned out pretty good”  and “Okay, that wasn’t so bad” —until I have to write the next one.

 

Buy Link:

Amber Allure

Blurb:

Carson Locke is a Tabula Rosa vampire—a dangerous rarity in the world of vampires. With one bite, he can wipe clean a vampire’s mind, creating a mindless drone. Because of this, Carson has spent his entire twenty-three years sheltered at home. That changes when his entire family is murdered. Now on the run and near death, Carson meets Commander Lincoln Samuels, a beautiful vampire who tries to heal him. In doing so, Carson is bonded to the vampire and turned into something the vampire world has never seen. When Carson is poisoned, he believes that someone wants him dead as well, however there are greater plans for Carson put into motion hundreds of years before his birth.

Lincoln is a Sanatore vampire with the ability to heal other vampires. He heads a team in the New Vampire Justice police force in Utica, NY. Late one night, he is called to a local Vampire Blood Market where a starving Tabula Rosa vampire is about to be executed by one of his officers. Feeling a strong connection to Carson, Lincoln wants to heal the broken man despite knowing the risk in doing so. Healing Carson could destroy Lincoln and cost him the chance to love again. What Lincoln finds is that there is a greater evil threatening to take Carson from him.

Can two vampires who have loved and painfully lost in the past, learn to trust one another, defeat the evil rising against them, and dare to love forever?

Excerpt:

Carson Locke was starving. Thoughts of veins and warm blood flowing though arteries clouded his thinking. His stomach had hollowed. His bones protruded and his muscles shook from weakness. His self-control, held by a fragile thread, stretched to the breaking point. When it snapped, he’d turn into the monster he’d avoided becoming for over twenty-three years.

He needed food. He needed blood. Now.

Despite crouching behind a Dumpster in the dark, the cold wind reached Carson, biting at his thin skin. Ten days. Ten days since he’d last eaten. Ten days too long for a young vampire. Ten days since he’d fled his home. Ten days since his mother and brother and uncle had been slaughtered and he’d run for his life. They were all dead because of what he was. Choking back a sob, he forced himself to focus on the back door of the building he’d been watching.

This was his last chance. If he couldn’t get the blood he needed here, that last thread of self-control would snap and he’d attack someone. The memory of the last time he’d been forced to bite—the screaming, the wide, vacant staring eyes, the nothingness—still haunted him. Carson squeezed his eyes tight and drew in several deep, steadying breaths. This task was too important to mar with past horrors he couldn’t rectify.

Two women bundled against the cold and a large, dark-haired man exited the back door he’d been staking out. As the women shuffled off to their cars, the man punched numbers into a keypad, securing the door. Carson clenched his fists as the man pulled out a cigarette and patted his pockets, no doubt searching for a lighter.

“Just leave,” Carson said in a pleading whisper.

Cigarette finally lit, the man moved toward the parking lot. Carson held his breath as the man disappeared around the corner. A siren blared in the distance, startling him. He clenched his teeth, drew air in through his nose and blew it out through his mouth. The beating of his heart threatened to fill the night air. He was terrified, but he was more hungry than scared.

Creeping from behind the Dumpster, Carson pulled his parka up over the lower half of his face. Jumping up, he grabbed the bottom rung of the fire escape and struggled to pull himself up.

His arms shook with the effort. Sweat broke out on his skin as he managed to get a foot on the rung. The idea that vampires possessed superhuman strength was a myth, but damn, he was about as strong as an eight year old. He just had to climb to the roof, drop through the small window, and get the blood. Then he could worry about bigger issues.

Carson climbed over the ledge of the old brick building on shaky legs, propelled by his adrenaline. Without that extra push, he would have been flat on his face. The night before he’d been in this same spot on the roof and had jimmied the lock on the old wood-framed window. Before he could enter, the sound of a door slamming somewhere had scared him away. Being caught trying to enter the VMB could bring certain death, but that was better than starving.

Carson sighed in relief as the window slid open easily. His hands were so cold that he would have been unable to jimmy the lock again. Feet first, he shimmied into the dark room. He was on the third floor and unsure what he would find there. During the three days he’d staked out the building, he hadn’t seen any lights on this floor. Pulling out a flashlight, he surveyed the empty room and located the door.

The blood roared in his ears, and his speeding heart felt as if it would explode as he opened the door. Of course, the damn thing would creak. Stepping lightly, Carson walked down a hallway filled with closed doors. Undisturbed dust covering the floor spoke of the vacant nature of this floor of the building. Within the corridor, the noises of the surrounding city were faint, yet still pushed his heart rate faster. In the floor beneath his boots, the constant hum, like an engine running, vibrated up into his legs. At the end of the hall was a steel door with a small dark window that he hoped led to the stairway. The longer he spent wandering, the higher his chances of being found. Clenching his jaw, he pushed open the heavy door, the cold metal chilling the sweat on his palms. His light flashed over the edge of a railing. He found stairs going down to the left. Walking down one flight, he found another door, but what he needed was on the first floor.

Descending farther, the flashlight flickered. Carson froze. Stopping to shake the light, he could hear the beating of his overwrought heart in his ears, feel the knot of dread expand in his gut. Gods, if he had anything in his stomach to throw up, he would. Right now, he needed the blood that the Vampire Blood Market (VBM) provided. Carson’s teeth had only sunk into a vein once and the nightmare of that moment had forever been burned into his memory. Besides, from what he’d heard, the bite hurt the donor like a bitch. That was mainly the sport of pain sluts and adrenaline junkies who visited bars where biting was still legal. In his isolated world of Gifford, NY, blood had always been supplied. Now, he had to feed himself. Without money, that meant stealing what he needed.

At the bottom of the stairs, he peered through the small window into the VBM. Walls of illuminated refrigerated cases held blood in containers similar to milk jugs. Unfortunately, stealing milk didn’t hold the same consequence as stealing blood.

Ignoring the dangerousness of his mission, Carson grasped the door handle. What he feared would be locked opened freely. Inside the VBM, the refrigerated cases hummed. The air was cooler than in the hallway. Carson’s mouth watered and his empty stomach clenched tight. Rushing to the first case, he pulled open the door. He grabbed the closest opaque white container and ripped the top off. Just as he lifted the container with the lifesaving liquid to his lips, the lights came on and a voice shouted, “Freeze!”

Carson dropped the container and gasped. His heart pushed into overdrive, his breaths barely escaped his throat. He gaped at the three men and two women dressed in black uniforms pointing guns at him. Carson tried to remain still but his feet moved backward without thought.

“Freeze or we’ll shoot!” A man with short black hair, who was larger than a truck, leveled a gun at Carson’s head. The man could end all of Caron’s pain. The fear, the hunger, the uncertainty, the agony of losing his family. Just charge at the giant—or slip his hand into his pocket as if he had a gun—and the bullets would do the rest. But as he ran into the wall behind him, his muscles seized. He was going to die no matter what he did.

“Down on your knees and hands on your head!”

Without thought, Carson went down hard on his knees and rested his hands on his head. His head swam from hunger, and his legs shook. It was all he could do to remain upright. Carson closed his eyes and thought of his younger brother, Caden, and his mom. He just wanted this to be over quick.

“Strip him,” he heard the gruff voice say.

Carson’s chest locked up as hands grabbed him. They ripped Carson’s parka over his head and then his sweater and T-shirt were next. The chill on his skin sent a shudder through his emaciated body.

Please, do it quickly.

Hands held him by his shoulders and arms, as if at any minute he might resist. There wasn’t an ounce of resistance left in him, not an ounce of fight. Tears burned his eyes like acid. Gods, his life had sucked so far. This was the perfect ending.

The large man stepped forward. Heavy black boots scraped the floor. The letters NVJ in large white letters crossed his chest. New Vampire Justice. The vampire equivalent of a SWAT team, there because Carson had been trying to steal blood, an act punishable by immediate death.

“You have been caught in the act of stealing blood from a certified Vampire Blood Market, an act punishable by death by the Vampire Justice Act of 2003. Under the jurisdiction of the New Vampire Justice code number 456.5, I, Chief Enforcement Officer for the city of Utica, NY, hereby pass the sentence of death. Do you have anything you wish to say before this judgment is carried out?”

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About JC Wallace

JC Wallace started writing from a young age, but took a break for marriage, kids, and college (in that order). He recently rediscovered his passion and ventured out into the brave new world of publishing with his short, Waiting for Snow, and his first novel, Curiosity Killed Shaney. At night and on the weekends, JC writes about all things men, believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, JC loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what his bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping).

 In his daytime hours, JC works with individuals with autism and behavior problems. He is owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. He lives in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.

Website: www.jcwallacebooks.com

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7237038.J_C_Wallace

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LGBT Pride: A Roundtable Discussion

In honor of LGBT Pride month, I am among a great group of panelists who will be hosting a month long discussion about Pride, LGBT Youth, Allies, and more.

Our panelists are a diverse group of readers, writers, and supporters of gay fiction, including Larry Benjamin, Rick Bettencourt, Brandilyn Carpenter, Rob Colton, Andrew Q Gordon, Lane Hayes, Debbie McGowan, and Brandon Shire. Each week, two people will answer two questions related to LGBT pride, rights, and related topics.

We will also be giveaway free copies of eBooks by our participating authors and a Amazon gift card. You can enter at the RaffleCopter link below. There are special entries for each week of June, so don’t miss out on those.

This week, Andrew Q. Gordon and Debbie McGowan answer questions on their blogs. Please check them out and comment for a chance to win!

Andrew Q. Gordon: http://andrewqgordon.com/2014/06/02/gay-pride-month-virtual-roundtable/

Debbie McGowan: http://www.debbiemcgowan.co.uk

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Enforcer: Chapter 17 and Epilogue

Enforcer: Timber Pack Chronicles Book 2: Chapter 17 and Epilogue are now posted.

When I started it oh so long ago, I hadn’t expected it to be a novel length publication—over 61K words. I guess Jed and Buzz had a lot of story in them.

Again, I want to thank Alicia Nordwell and Mann Ramblings for their beta and editing work. The story is so much better because of them.

Here’s the story link:

http://www.gayauthors.org/story/rob-colton/enforcer

Please leave a review if you’re so inclined, or discuss the story in the Forum:

http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/38552-rob-colton-enforcer-timber-pack-chronicles-book-2/

I really hope everyone enjoyed it and thanks so much for your support.

Look for the eBook and Paperback coming soon!

Noah's New Plan: Chapter 30

Here is chapter 30 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan. Be sure to check out the Wednesday Briefs web site. Read a snippet of all of the free Wednesday Briefs stories in one place, then jump to each author’s site to read the entire post: http://wedbriefsfic.com/

"Why are you nervous?"

Eli rang his parents’ doorbell, then looked down at his boyfriend, who stood next to him on the porch, fidgeting.

Noah shrugged, while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Your parents make me nervous.”

"They love you, babe."

"Your dad always makes jokes about me cutting my hand."

"No, he doesn’t. Look, there’s no pressure; it’s just a cookout."

Eli’s father, John Holmes, opened the front door. He called back over his shoulder, “Sheila, Eli and Noah are here! Hide the sharp knives.”

Eli choked back a laugh, while Noah chuckled nervously. Even though Noah was turning red with embarrassment, Eli thought that shit was funny. He knew his dad didn’t mean it in a malicious way.

"Come on in," Dad said. "I was just getting ready to heat up the grill." He turned toward the sliding doors leading out to the back deck.

"Told you," Noah muttered under his breath.

Eli took Noah by the arm, and held him back. “If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t joke with you. Trust me.”

"Okay…"

Cupping Noah’s face in his hands, Eli kissed him.

"So, stop being nervous. What was the point of that mind-blowing, relaxing blowjob I gave you before we left if you’re gonna worry yourself to death?"

Noah chuckled softly, he glanced around, making sure they weren’t being listened to. “It was good.”

"Don’t I know it." Eli waggled his eyebrows. "Damn, and I remember when I used to not be able to come from a blowjob. You fixed that, babe. You fixed that good."

Noah’s face went red. “Stop.” He laughed and gave Eli a play slap on the chest.

"There, that’s better. Now, come on."

Hand-in-hand, Eli led Noah into the kitchen.

"Hey, hun." After washing her hands, his mom gave Eli a hug, then gave Noah the same.

"How have you been, Mom?"

"Oh, you know, keeping busy." She seasoned a platter of raw burgers, then dumped two packs of bratwursts onto it.

"That’s a lot of food, Sheila," Noah noted.

"Your brother Jack and his family are coming."

Noah opened his mouth, then shut it. He glanced over at Eli and shrugged.

Eli just smiled. His mom already thought of Noah as family. Eli placed a hand on the back of Noah’s neck, and gave a squeeze. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of his boy’s head.

Sheila held out the meat platter to Noah. “Take this out to dad, will you, hun?”

Noah looked at Eli. “Uh… okay.”

Eli nodded, letting Noah know it would be okay.

* * * *

Noah walked into the backyard like he was walking death row.

"Here’s the meat."

Without a word, John used a pair of tongs to point to the shelf attached to the biggest gas grill Noah had ever seen.

Noah set the platter down, and started to back away.

"Eli tells me that asshole ex of yours has been giving you trouble."

"Uh…" Noah froze. "Yeah. I think Eli scared him off for good."

The imposing biker turned. He used the tongs to point at Noah. His voice was deep, resonating in his chest. “You let me know if he comes sniffing around. I’ll beat the brakes off him if he fucks with you again.”

Noah blinked. “Uh… thanks?”

"No one fucks with my family."

John turned to the grill, giving Noah his back. He didn’t speak again.

Noah swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of the surly biker, but he was damn close.

"Thank you, John."

Author Interview at WolfWriter

I’m over at WolfWriter’s Bookshelf today. Check out my author interview!

http://wolfwriterga.weebly.com/author-interviews/author-interview-rob-colton

Enforcer: Chapter 16

Chapter 16 of Enforcer: Timber Pack Chronicles Book 2 is now live. There’s only one more chapter left, plus an Epilogue. I hope everyone has enjoyed the story so far.

http://www.gayauthors.org/story/rob-colton/enforcer

Please leave a review if you’re so inclined, or discuss the story in the Forum:

http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/38552-rob-colton-enforcer-timber-pack-chronicles-book-2/

Enjoy!

Guest Post: Jon Keys - Crossfire

Please welcome Jon Keys back to the site. Do you like men in uniform? (Who doesn’t!) Then take a look at Jon’s new short, Crossfire.

Hi Rob, thanks for letting me visit! Got to say I’m enjoying your “Enforcer” series on Gay Authors. It’s a real nail biter at times!

As much as I love Enforcer, I’m even more excited about the release of Crossfire as part of the Men in Uniform anthology from Torquere Press. I had decided to make 2014 my year to write a few short stories. I was excited when I found the Torquere Press call for Men in Uniform. I mean, check out the cover, hot! A story for the Men in Uniform anthology looked like the perfect place to begin. I loved the subject and Rick and Gabriel developed into characters that I really enjoyed learning more about.

This story has murder, kidnapping and a missing person all wrapped into one neat bundle. I hope everyone enjoys the tale.

~ Jon ~

blurb

Rick Anthis, a forty-five year old veteran of the Colorado State Police, and his husband, Gabriel Thorkelson, a deputy sheriff in a nearby county, enjoy the peace of their suburban Boulder home. Until three gunshots rip through the tranquil neighborhood and Rick witnesses the kidnapping of his buddy, eight year old Jacob.

The clues are sparse until Gabe reminds Rick of something Jacob had said. Rick has a starting point. He and his CSI team locate the remote hideout, only to find the the kidnappers are gone, and Gabe is missing too.

Excerpt from Crossfire.

Rick dried the last dish and handed it to Gabriel to put away. Gabriel settled the last plate into the white cabinets. He loved their house and the quiet, older neighborhood it was in. He hoped Mark and Rachel could work out their issues, keeping Jacob in the forefront.

Rick put his hand around Gabriel’s slender waist. He’s as sexy as he was in college. Damn just being next to him makes me randy. Releasing Gabriel, Rick folded the dishtowel carefully and laid it beside the sink. “Supper was great. You’re a damn fine cook.”

Gabriel snickered and spun to pop Rick with a wet towel. “It should taste good. Your mother gave me herbs from her garden the last time we visited.”

"Mom’s just trying to fatten me up. I’m kind of skinny for a forty-three year old Greek man."

The towel snapped against Rick’s butt again and he grabbed at it. Gabriel danced away, his face lit with delight. “Where does that leave me?”

Rick swept Gabriel up and kissed him. “It leaves you in my arms, just where you should be.”

Rick paused as he remembered the note in his pocket. Leaving his hand on the small of Gabriel’s back he reached in his shirt pocket and fished out a small piece of yellow paper. He gripped it between two fingers and dangled the sheet in front of Gabriel.

"Speaking of, I found another note in my lunch."

Gabriel studied the symbols on the page as if he’d never seen them. “Huh, what do you think that means?”

Rick smiled. “I know what it’s meant the last dozen times I found one in my lunch.”

"Really? And what was that?"

"It meant I was going to be exhausted the whole next day."

"You don’t say. Let me see that." Gabriel took the paper from Rick’s hand and appeared to study the content. "Looks like Native American symbols. Hmm, maybe ‘bear’ and ‘hunt’." He smiled at Rick with a glimmer in his eyes. "Are we going on a bear hunt this fall?" Gabriel reached up and tugged on the short hair coming from the top of Rick’s T-shirt. The slight touch shifted his libido into high gear.

He nuzzled his face against Gabriel’s throat and sighed at the spicy fragrance that curled through his nostrils. Rick slid his hand under Gabriel’s shirt; the rub of his chest hair on Rick’s palm ignited his desire. “What’s the sign for otter? Because I think I need to hunt one of those little furry things.” I still can’t believe Mom gave Gabe my Eagle Scout pictogram project.

eBook Link: 

Torquere Press

Bio:

Jon Keys’ earliest memories revolve around books; with the first ones he can recall reading himself being “The Warlord of Mars” and anything with Tarzan. (The local library wasn’t particularly up to date.) But as puberty set in he started sneaking his mother’s romance magazines and added the world of romance and erotica to his mix of science fiction, fantasy, and comic books.

A voracious reader for almost half a century, Jon has only recently begun creating his own flights of fiction for the entertainment of others. Born in the Southwest and now living in the Midwest, Jon has worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech, roughneck, designer, retail clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with interests ranging from kayaking and hunting to painting and cooking, he draws from a wide range of life experiences to create written works that draw the reader in and wrap them in a good story.

You can find me at:

E-mail: jon.keys@ymail.com

Blog: http://jonkeys.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jon.keys.773

Twitter: @Jon4Keys

Noah's New Plan: Chapter 29

Here is chapter 29 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan. It’s been a couple of weeks since we last saw the guys. This week’s installment is for mature audiences, so you’ll need to click the “Read More” link to read the full post.

I hope you enjoy.

"Any big birthday plans tonight?" Leslie asked.

Noah shook his head and picked up his bag. “Eli and I are going to dinner. That’s about it. I haven’t had a chance to see him the past couple days, so I’m looking forward to a relaxing evening with him.”

"Mm-hmm. Relaxing…”

"Get your mind out of the gutter. Let’s go." Noah flipped the main light switches, and the library went dark.

"I’m coming," Leslie griped as she grabbed her purse from behind the counter. "Hold your horses."

After setting the alarm, Leslie followed him out the front doors, and they’d barely shut before his key was in the lock. Despite plans of “doing nothing,” Noah was eager to get the night started.

Leslie gave him a quick hug. “Happy birthday. See you tomorrow.” She ended the hug and turned toward her car, only stopping long enough to call put over her shoulder, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

"That’s not a lot," Noah called back.

* * * *

"Hey, babe." Eli shut the door behind him. "Ready to go?"

Noah greeted his man with a kiss. Looking and smelling freshly showered, Eli wore a polo-style shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans.

"You smell good."

Noah slid his hands over Eli’s muscular chest. He stopped when he felt something under Eli’s shirt. Over his left pec, the shirt bulged slightly from a square-shaped object that could be felt even underneath the wife-beater he wore under the shirt.

"What’s this?" He pulled at the waistband, and peered

"It was going to be part of your surprise. But you’re too damn smart."

Eli grabbed the waistband of his shirt and pulled it off. He then peeled off the skintight tank top, exposing a square gauze bandage taped to his skin.

Noah gasped. “What happened?”

Eli picked at the corner and slowly peeled it back. Wet and shiny, the skin was red around a brand new tattoo. In ornate script was inked Noah.

Noah was speechless. Yeah, Eli had more tattoos than he could count, but this was different. It was for him. He’d placed Noah’s name permanently on his body. It would be there for the rest of his life. If that wasn’t commitment…

He threw himself against Eli, wrapping his arms around his man’s neck.

"Dinner can wait. Come on, let’s get naked."

* * * *

"Eli…"

Noah moaned as he braced himself on Eli. His knees were starting to hurt, but he couldn’t stop. Not until he got Eli off.

Bouncing hard and fast, he rode Eli’s big cock. Since they’d been tested and were monogamous, they were now having sex unprotected. The thick shaft felt so good inside him, just like it always did. Without the condom, there was an added level of intimacy.

Eli’s cock hit the right spots, milking pre-cum from Noah, making his aching dick drip strings of sticky fluid into the curls of hairs covering Eli’s hard belly.

Noah had a hard time deciding what to look at: the pure ecstasy on Eli’s face, or the brand new tattoo on his chest.

"Baby." Eli grunted. His hands gripped Noah’s waist, tightening as his body went rigid. "I’m close."

"Touch me, Eli," Noah begged.

Eli wrapped his fist around Noah’s weeping shaft. Pleasure arced through Noah’s body. He thrust up into Noah’s fist, then slammed back down. Just a bit more… “Oh god!”

He came hard, moaning and gasping. Strings of cum tore from Noah’s cock and splattered across Eli’s body.

Eli thrust his hips up. “Fuck!”

Noah felt his cock stiffen even harder. It throbbed inside him, and he knew that Eli was releasing. He stayed still, waiting until Eli finished.

His knees finally couldn’t take anymore. He slid free and collapsed next to Eli.

Eli rolled onto his side. He pressed a kiss to Noah’s mouth.

"Happy birthday, baby."

"I love you, Eli." He stroked his fingers around the tattoo. "Thank you for my present."

* * * *

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Enforcer: Chapter 15

Chapter 15 of Enforcer: Timber Pack Chronicles Book 2 is now live.

http://www.gayauthors.org/story/rob-colton/enforcer

Please leave a review if you’re so inclined, or discuss the story in the Forum:

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Enjoy!

Enforcer: Chapter 14

Since I’m trying to finish up a story before a deadline next week, I didn’t have time to write my Wednesday Briefs chapter. Instead, I bring you Chapter 14 of Enforcer: Timber Pack Chronicles Book 2.

http://www.gayauthors.org/story/rob-colton/enforcer

Leave a review or discuss the story in the Forum:

http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/topic/38552-rob-colton-enforcer-timber-pack-chronicles-book-2/

Enjoy!

P.S.: Don’t forget to check out this week’s Wednesday Briefs free fiction at http://wedbriefsfic.com/2014/05/14/we...