In Sickness and In Health now out!

Torquere has re-released my Jarheads novella In Sickness and In Health. It was originally in the Bedside Manner anthology.



The Jarheads back in a new adventure--a journey through sickness and health with Rock, Rig and Dick, who stand by their man come what may, no matter what they come down with. Colds and flu are no match for the Jarheads, who know that cold medicine's great in its place, but the one sure cure for what ails them is good old sexual healing.

You can pick it up here.

There's an except here.

Rock found the lube under the cushions, and those two fingers playing at Rig's hole got down to business, pushing into him and opening him up. He started rocking, driving himself on those fingers, taking more and more. Rock's mouth covered his again, the kiss deep and hard, just like those fingers. He found Rock's matching nipple ring with his fingers, running them over the tip of that pierced nipple before sliding the ring through its channel in Rock's skin. Rock groaned, filling Rig's mouth with the sound as those big fingers stuttered a moment inside him.

Hell, yeah. He tugged a little, grunting as Rock added another finger, stretching him wider. Those blue eyes were locked onto his, Rock searching with those fingers, finding his gland and pegging it hard.

"Jim." His shoulders curled up off the couch, his entire body singing with pleasure.

"I've got you, Rig." Rock kept hitting that spot, making him light up inside.

"Uh. Uh-huh. Oh, damn. Blue." He was a little stupid with it, the pleasure driving everything out of his mind.

"Uh-huh." Rock grinned, keeping him right there. "Just a couple more..."

"Couple more." Anything. He'd take anything.

Rock nodded, hitting his gland again and then again. "See? Couple more." Then those thick fingers slid away. Rig couldn't fight his whimper as he was emptied.

"Hold your horses. I'm coming in." Grinning down at Rig, Rock pushed into him, fat cock spreading him so good.

"Mmm." Now that was more like it, just what he needed. That heavy prick filled him up, stretched him.

Rock kept pushing into him until that thick cock had sunk all the way in. He nodded, hips starting to move, to take Rock in deeper. Rock grabbed his legs, bringing them up around the solid waist, then rolled him up, sinking in that little bit further.

"Oh, fuck yes." Rig nodded, hands sliding down Rock's amazing, thick-muscled arms.

"Gonna feel me clear into next week."

"Promise?"

"You know it." Rock began to move, thrusting into him.

Rig went with it, his body bucking, riding Rock's amazing fucking heat.

"Nothing like you, Rabbit."

"Yeah, Blue. I hear you." Rig rolled his hips, bucking a little.

Sound rumbled out of Rock, something needy and sexy. His Blue moved faster, harder. When Rock pegged his gland, Rig gasped, shuddering hard.

"Fuck yeah. Right there." Rock knew how to push that button once he'd found it, and he pushed his thick cock into it with every thrust.

"Fuck. Rock. Oh, sweet Christ." He bore down, helping, letting Rock drive him out of his motherfucking mind.

They kept moving together, the couch beginning to move a bit as they fucked. The springs groaned in time with Rock’s thrusts. Noises poured out of him, grunts and moans and little gasps, things that he couldn't hold in. Rock's sounds were deeper, vibrating against his chest.

"Harder. Harder, Blue. I'm close."

"Uh-huh." Grunting, Rig grabbed his cock in one hand, tugging quickly as Rock pounded into him.

"Fuck!" Rig bit the word out and shot, calves going tense.

"Yes!" Rock shouted, hips punching that cock into him through his orgasm.

Rig gasped and let Rock keep taking him and taking him.

"That's it. Almost there, Rabbit."

"Fucking made for this." He moaned as Rock kept working his cock, keeping him hard, keeping him going.

Rock didn't say a word, kept on pumping into him. Rig whimpered, moaned, focused on squeezing and loving on Rock with all he had.

"Fuck! Rig!" He could feel Rock's prick getting that much harder, ready to pop.

"Yeah. Yeah, Blue. So fucking good."

Rock groaned for him, mouth dropping open as Rock thrust one more time and froze, filling Rig with heat. His eyes closed and his body held on, squeezing that thick prick tight.

Rock's weight came down on top of him, fingers stroking his sides.

"Mmm. Hey, Blue."

Rock gave him a long, slow smile. "Hey."

Rig reached up and stroked Rock's lips. "Glad you came home. If you call in, we could go have huge steaks and drink beer and be bums."

"That sounds fucking perfect. You're on."

He clenched around that amazing cock, still buried in his ass. "No, Rocketman. You're on."