Two for Tuesday

Here's a not really safe for work excerpt from Opening Moves.

No permanent marks without written permission of the above.

No refusals unless the contract is voided.

If the contract is voided at any time, payment will be prorated.

No images, video, etc. will be recorded.

All parties must be tested clean of communicable diseases. All parties agree to be exclusive among named parties for the duration of the contract.

All parts of the above will be accessible to the primaries, for whatever use they choose, barring previous exceptions.

Jason stared.

This was insane. Crazy.

But the money…

And a place to live for a year, to just train and get himself together.

He…

God.

What would they want to do to him? What did 'all parts' mean? He tried to imagine having another man touch his cock, his balls, his ass… His brain skittered away from the thought, his belly going tight. No.

No, he just couldn't, could he?

No. No way.

He picked up the phone and dialled the number they'd given him.

He was just going to say no. Sorry. Thanks. No.

"Hello!" A bright, cheery voice answered. "You've got Rook!"

"I… Hello. This is…this is Jason Myer, from the coffee shop?" The guy you offered to make your sex kitten for a year?

"Jason!" Rook laughed—the sound happy, really happy. "I'm so glad you called. I've been thinking about you a lot."

"I… I looked at the contract thing."

"That's great. You have any questions?"

"I just… I don't think… I don't think I can do it. It's a great offer, but I don't think I can let a guy touch me like that."

"Oh, honey. Why don't you come for that trial we offered? Just the afternoon. We'll share some lunch—we'll fool around a little. Then you can decide."

He sighed, leaned his head on his hand. He liked Rook, a lot. Of all of them, the man seemed the most approachable, the most real. "Can… Can you and I meet for a coffee, first?"

Somehow Rook was the…least intense of the three.

"Sure, whatever you need. Same place?" The agreement was ready, easy, like Rook didn't have anything to hide.

"Yeah. Yeah, thanks. When's good for you?"

"I can come now, if you want."

"Okay. I can be there in ten minutes." He swallowed hard. "Thanks, man. I'm just…this is a little wiggy."

"Of course. Anything you need to make you feel more comfortable, I mean it. Okay. Be there in ten. You're a no-fat chai, right?"

"Yeah." Dude, the man remembered.

"See you soon, honey."


Here's a not exactly work safe excerpt from the sequel I am working on.


He watched the snow falling for hours, just mounding up around the window sill, white and fluffy. The studio wasn't cold, not at all, but a part of him felt a little chilled, just from watching the ice crystals build. Jason shivered, making sure the motion was tiny, not moving him on the lounge chair in the least.

"Be still, Jase. I'm almost done." Knight was painting furiously.

"I am." He was naked, except for a soft, silken drape over his thighs.

The front door opened and shut closed, Rook's voice singing out, reaching them even here in the studio. "Hello, honeys, I'm home!"

Jason smiled. The sound of Rook's voice made him happy, every time he heard it.

"Don't move!" Knight spoke loudly enough that Rook no doubt heard it from the front of the house because it was followed by the sound of the man's laughter and then he appeared at the door.

"Look at this! Two of my favorite people in the whole world both together." Rook draped himself over Knight and kissed Knight's cheek.

"Working, Rookie." Knight did smile, though, which Jason had learned over the past month was rare.

"I know." Rook's eyes wandered over the canvas, and he licked his lips. "God, you're a talented asshole, aren't you?" Rook gave Knight another kiss and then backed off, blowing a kiss at Jason. "So how long before we can puppy pile?"

"Ten minutes, tops." Knight growled the words, eyes dragging over his body.

"Does he need fluffing or anything?" Rook asked, voice hopeful.

"No touching. You'll destroy my view."

Rook pouted and sighed loudly.