Across the Beer With...Shelton and Nevil a.k.a. Liz's Customers Will Never Be The Same

Welcome Nevil and Shelton....let's start with a beer. What can I pour you?
Nevil leans casually against the bar: Why hello, beautiful. Let's see, what do you have in red? 
Liz:  I have my award winning District 16 Amber Lager--took a bronze medal at the World Expo of Beer coming in second to a Sam Adams product and a German import....
 Shelton?

As Shelton takes the stool next to him, Nevil puts a hand possessively on the small of his back and glares at the man at the end of the bar who's watching them. The attractive, dark-haired man raises a brow in challenge and Nevil's eyes narrow to blue chips of ice.
Shelton doesn't notice: I'll have a stout, please. 
Liz:  Sorry sweets, no ales here.  But my Baltic Porter will tickle your taste buds and leave a nice clean finish....
Nevil raises his glass and touches it to Shelton's: To a terrific year, darling. Do you remember the first time we had a drink together?
A frown creases Shelton's forehead and he drinks deeply. Nevil stares as he licks the foam from his kissable lips: As I remember it, you fucked me that night then ignored me for a week.
Nevil looks shocked: Did I really? What an ass! Why'd you even talk to me, after that?
Shelton's face reddens slightly and he draws lines in the condensation on his nearly empty glass: I was already in love.
Nevil smiles, his relief plain to see. He kisses Shelton's cheek: And I love you, only I was too stupid to realize it, at the time. Thank God I came to my senses before you walked out on me. He bites a lip, troubled, and downs the rest of his beer: Is that why you're finding it so easy to leave me now?
Shelton chokes on the swallow of beer he just took and it's a minute before he can speak: I'm going to Colorado for my job. I have to take that promotion. But I'm not leaving you. And I did ask you to come with me.
Nevil folds his arms on his chest and glares at his empty glass: Yeah, well… I'm not going.
Liz:  Okay, okay boys, to your corners.  Here--pushes two fresh glasses of beer across the bar--these are from the guy down there.  Wanted to make sure I told you that.  
Nevil and Shelton turn to look at the man, who raises his glass in salute. Shelton blushes furiously but takes a taste of his beer, nodding his approval of the selection.
Nevil swears under his breath: Isn't that Andrew Blake?
Shelton ducks his head, suddenly interested in the design on the paper napkins. Nevil tugs on Shelton's chestnut curls and he looks up quickly: Ouch! Yes it is. So what? Can't a friend buy me a drink?
Nevil watches Shelton's face: Isn't he the one you said has a cock the size of a baseball bat?
Shelton sputters: I never said that!
Nevil smiles teasingly: Yes you did. You said he tried to kiss you, but his gigantic pole kept getting in the way. Should we invite him over now? Let him show us…
Shelton covers Nevil's lips with his fingers and darts a quick look around but no one's paying them any attention: Stop it. You know I don't want anyone in my bed but you.  He takes Nevil's hand in his. Which reminds me, come to Colorado with me. Who's going to keep me warm, otherwise?
Nevil looks over Shelton's shoulder: We'll talk about it. In the meantime, here comes lover boy. He better watch were he puts that beauty of his or I'll snap it off.
Shelton's laughing into his beer glass as Andrew comes up behind him. Ignoring Nevil, the man leans against Shelton's back, a hand on his shoulder, and whispers something in his ear. Before Nevil can react, Shelton lunges from the stool and shoves Andrew into the crowd then balls his fists: Keep your hands to yourself, asshole.
Andrew raises his hands: Whatever you say, dear. He gives Nevil a mocking smile then walks away from them.
Nevil and Shelton look at each other then burst out laughing. Nevil caresses Shelton's flushed face: Were you really going to hit him? I've never even seen you hurt a bug.
Shelton's chuckling as they resume their seats: Yea, well, I was about to go all ninja on him if he didn't leave us alone. I told him before I wasn't interested. He picks up his glass: But he does have good taste in beers.
Nevil picks up his own glass: Here's to the start of another exhilarating year, love.
They drink, then Nevil leans close and kisses Shelton full on the mouth.
Liz:  Okay, so this is a beer bar boys.  Might wanna tone that down a little, my regulars are starting to stare...thanks for stopping by.  
Give-away time! In a comment, tell me what you think Andrew whispered in Shelton's ear for a chance to win a PDF copy of Shelton's Choice.  Be as creative as you like! You wouldn't be far off.

Shelton in LoveBreathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.com/shelton-loveAmazon: http://amzn.to/m3VJDe
Shelton is falling hard for his best friend and roommate, finding Nevil's dark good looks and moments of gentleness almost impossible to resist. But Nevil is more interested in affairs of the body than the heart. As Shelton's desire for the man grows, he wonders if he can change Nevil's mind. But does he even want to? Nevil might not stay, once he learns Shelton's secret, and then his loneliness would be complete.

Shelton's PromiseBreathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.com/sheltons-promiseAmazon: http://amzn.to/nGt0xx
Shelton has a gift he's eager to give to Nevil. At a party, Nevil flirts with one man after another, keeping Shelton on his toes. Then Percy, an ex, shows up to complicate things. Despite his best efforts, Shelton can't find the right moment to give Nevil his gift. Will Nevil ever let Shelton get close to him, or will Shelton have to keep the gift in his pocket all evening?
Shelton's ChoiceBreathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.com/sheltons-choice
After a year of bliss with Nevil, Shelton is offered the promotion at the bank he's been working towards. Unfortunately, it's in another state and Nevil doesn't want to move. As tension mounts between them, Shelton is given another challenge in the form of a besotted co-worker. Torn between desires, Shelton has to choose his future. That is, until Nevil takes the decision out of his hands.
Excerpt from Shelton's Choice:
"Andrew?" he asked as he opened the door. "Do you need something?" Shelton felt the heat rise in his face when the man lifted a brow.
"May I come in? Just for a moment." Andrew clarified when Shelton hesitated.
"This really isn't a good time." Shelton bit his lip when the man shouldered passed him through the door he'd started to close. He still held Nevil's ring and slipped it into his pocket. Andrew glanced into the empty rooms, then turned to Shelton.
"You seem to be alone," he said, and his gaze raked Shelton head to toe.
Shelton grimaced, feeling like he'd just been undressed. "For the moment. What do you want that you couldn't tell me at the office?"
Andrew moved closer to him, and Shelton drew a sharp breath at the naked desire in the man's dark eyes. Andrew stood several inches taller than him, and Shelton had to fight the urge to step back.
"You should leave," he managed to say before the full lips descended on his. He wrenched his mouth free and fumbled for the door handle behind him.
Andrew put an arm on either side of him, holding the door closed. "Come on. What's the problem? You know I've wanted you. And since you're leaving anyway, where's the harm in a little fun?"
Before Shelton could answer, Andrew dropped his hand to the small of Shelton's back and pulled him closer. This is ridiculous! He wasn't the fainting heroine of some romance novel. A well-placed knee would put an end to the man's obvious interest, but what then? Shelton had never been in a fight in his life. How embarrassing to have to explain to Nevil if something got broken. Especially if it was him.
The thought made Shelton angry. "Andrew, you have one minute to leave or I'll call the police."
Andrew looked down at him, his smile mocking. "And tell them what? You let me in, remember? Besides, do you really want to explain to them what I'm doing here? I don't suppose they'd be sympathetic." He ground a fascinatingly large erection against Shelton's hip as he whispered in Shelton's ear, "You got the job in Denver over me. The least you could do is let me suck on you. Your cock has to be as beautiful as the rest of you."
Shelton's temper snapped. "Don't be a fool. Just because Nevil and I are having a fight doesn't mean I'll play around with you. Now get the hell out."
"And if I don't?"
"Then I tell the police you raped me. They'll listen to that."
Anger swept over the handsome face. Andrew grabbed the back of Shelton's head and gave him a bruising kiss, the tongue plunging deep, choking him. He then let him go with a sneer. "Your loss, babe. Have a nice life."
Shelton stared at the door after Andrew left. Did he really just say that? What an ass. He ran a hand over his curls, suddenly exhausted from a sleepless night and a roller coaster of emotions. Sighing, he went to the bedroom to lie down for a minute.
*  *  *
Shelton woke a few hours later, still drowsy. He tried to catch the tendrils of the erotic dream he'd been enjoying, but they faded much too quickly, as did the sensation of Nevil's lips sliding over his penis. Still painfully aroused, Shelton rolled to his side and opened the drawer on the nightstand. He smiled in delighted anticipation. Nevil had returned the silk scarves and toy he'd used on Shelton, squeaky clean.
Nevil's own vibrator had been pushed to the back of the drawer, and Shelton ran his fingers over it, remembering his lover's shuddering pleasure as Shelton slid it slowly into his ass. It was larger than Shelton's toy, and he frowned slightly, wondering if there were men really that big. He remembered being held against Andrew Blake's body. The man's pole had pushed hard into his hip. Andrew's penis might have been that large...
Shelton scowled and tossed the unwanted vibrator to the back of the drawer, then grabbed the lubricant and his own toy. After wiggling under the covers, he lay on his side and squeezed the jelly onto the end of the vibrator. He stroked himself, wishing Nevil was there to play with him. He thought of Nevil's hot mouth on the tip of his erection, sucking him, the skillful tongue sliding over the slit and driving him crazy with pleasure. He pressed the vibrator Nevil had given him against his hole and nudged it inside. He groaned into the pillow as it slipped past the initial resistance and went in deliciously deep. He slid it in and out, imagining it was Nevil's glorious penis inside him.
When his arm tired, Shelton found the right spot with the vibrator's bent tip and turned it on. He moaned as tingling pleasure spread through his body. He settled into the mattress and stroked his erection, the slippery lubricant on his hand heating with the friction.
Shelton kept the vibrator on its lowest setting, letting the orgasm build slowly in his scrotum. In his mind, he kissed Nevil and slid his tongue down his lover's silky skin, pausing a moment to lick the hard buds on his sculpted chest before continuing lower. His orgasm came in a shattering surge of pleasure as he imagined taking Nevil's hard length into his mouth.

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