Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Wednesday Briefs: Out of His League Part 6

Its that time again for the Wednesday Briefer's to entertain you with some fabulous short stories. I'm picking back up with Out of His League. We left off with Kip doing some naughty things to a bread stick and Lance losing his cool.

Here's this weeks prompts:

I wish I had a nickel for every time..."

the alternate prompts are: Machiavelli, rain, nuance


"The first time I saw you, I...."


Use a sex toy

As always I'll leave the links to my fellow Briefer's below so you can check out their stories. Really amazing reading. Also I found a picture and it screamed Lance to me. So a pic of a cute man in a baseball uniform, my personal fav sport of choice, as an added bonus to my story. Love, love, love the pants!!

Happy reading!!!

Out of His League Part 6

Kip pulled his car into his parking space and turned off the engine. Sweat started too trickled down the side of Lance’s face. The drive back to Kip’s place just didn’t seem long enough. Now he was faced with what would happen next. He knew what he wanted to happened but feared that Kip might have changed his mind.

“So, here we are.” Kip tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.

“Yep.” That was all Lance could think to say. He was nervous and afraid to make the first move. He nodded his head in time with Kip’s tapping fingers.

Kip turned in his seat. “I can see that you’re nervous.” He placed a hand on Lance’s thigh. “I propose we go up to my apartment and eat this pizza. It smells amazing.” Kip dipped his head then looked up at him through his thick eyelashes. “Will you please come upstairs with me, Lance? I hate eating alone,” he said with a pout to his lips.

Lance couldn’t help but laugh. Kip looked so innocent, almost childlike, asking him to come up to his apartment. How could he refuse?

“If I had a nickel for every time I heard that one.” Lance chuckled “Yes, I would love to come eat dinner with you.”

As they got out of the car, Kip grabbed the pizza box from the back seat. Lance followed behind him up the stairs admiring the way Kip’s ass moved under his shorts. The tight globes had a slight jiggle as he moved. Kip had a bounce to his step when he walked. Lance smiled to himself because he too had a little pep to his own. Even if he and Kip didn’t get physical it was still an awesome feeling to spend time with the man.

When they reached Kip’s apartment, he tried to balance the box and unlock the door at the same time. Lance stepped forward and grabbed the pizza from Kip’s hand.

“Here, let me hold that.”

Kip smiled at him then leaned forward to brush his lips across his. “Thanks.”

A slight grin spread across his lips. Kip was so affectionate with him and it warmed him from the inside out. He had to be glowing with happiness. He never dated a guy that had no qualms about kissing and holding hands for all to see. Kip was out and proud and Lance couldn’t have been luckier. He just hoped his shyness didn’t mess the whole thing up.

Kip pushed opened the door and waved a hand in front of him letting Lance go first. As he stepped over the threshold, he jumped when a hand smacked him hard on the right butt cheek. He turned to look at a laughing Kip.


“Sorry.” Kip continued to laugh. “I just wanted to shock you into loosening up.” Kip shrugged. “And I’ve been dying to give that fine ass a good squeeze.”

Heat seared his cheeks as he turned away from Kip. “Where do you want to eat this pie at?”

“Let’s sit on the couch and eat.” Kip grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. “I want to watch the ESPN highlights from tonight’s games.” Kip headed toward the kitchen. “Water okay with you?” he shouted over his shoulder.

“Sounds good.” Lance took a seat on the couch. He placed the box on the coffee table and waited for Kip to come back. He didn’t want to be rude and start eating without him.

“Here you go.” Kip handed him a bottle of water then stepped over his lap. Which put his groin right at Lance’s eye level.

An unintentional move on Kip’s part but still caused his throat to go dry. Even when Kip wasn’t trying to he still wound him up. His dick twitched in his shorts and he dropped his hand to adjust the growing erection.

As they at dinner they talked over the game that was on the TV that had gone into overtime. It was in the twelfth inning. The home team’s left fielder came up to bat and hit a line drive right out of the park, scoring his team the winning run.

Lance looked over to Kip when he turned off the TV. He watched him stand up and he met Kip’s eyes as he stared down at him.

“I’m going to go hop in the shower.” He removed his shirt and let it dropped to the floor. Lanced gulped down the drool pooling in his mouth at the breathtaking sight. “If you want, you’re more than welcomed to join me.”

Lance watched as Kip walked down the hallway. He heard the water come on. From where he sat he could see Kip in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Kip bent over then stood back up. Lance sat up straighter to see what Kip was doing. His mouth fell open when he saw the top curve of Kip’s ass in the mirror.

“Dear God,” Lance mumbled to himself.

He flopped back on the couch. This was it. He could go home and call it a night or he could work up his courage and go join Kip in the shower.

Pushing to his feet, Lance made his decision. He kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his shirt, and last he pushed down his shorts. He walked into the brightly lit bathroom. The shower curtain was clear so he could see every part of Kip’s naked body perfectly. He had a golden tan everywhere except on his ass. It was  bright white having been shielded from the strong rays of the sun.

Hesitantly Lance pulled back the curtain. Kip turned to smile at him.

“Took you long enough.”

To be continued

Nephylim    m/m
Lily Sawyer     m/m
MC Houle    m/m

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Set Me On Fire Cover

I got an email last night with the cover for my firefighter story I submitted to Silver Publishing for the Men in Uniform Anthology. Beautiful cover and to top it off it has my name on it. LOL!

I'm not sure what other authors will have stories within this particular anthology but I'm sure it'll be amazing.

I've written a story between two firemen, Kelly and Nate, and the struggles they have in their new relationship due to their occupations. It's a short story under twenty thousand words, so a quick read.

I'm going to post the unedited blurb for the book, it may change once it goes through edits. I hope everyone enjoys Kelly and Nate's story. I had a lot of fun writing about them.  Honestly who doesn't love a man in uniform? And for me, firefighters rank at the top of that list.


Kelly Lynch thought getting through his probation period to become a firefighter was going to be hard, but in the end it’s his attraction to his boss that could cause him to get burned in more ways than one.

Kelly Lynch wanted to become a firefighter to help people and give his life meaning. But his accident prone nature has his boss thinking he’s an utter fool. He never planned to fall for Nate Anderson but now that he has, he’s realizing loving is easy, its understanding and comprise that is the hard part.

Nate has been attracted to Kelly since his first day at the station house and watching the younger man day in day out is frustrating to say the least. Kelly’s latest stunt almost got him killed and for fear of losing Kelly, Nate decides to discourage the man of his dreams from his own dream.

Will Nate’s demanding ways push Kelly away causing the flames of their love to smolder and die? Or can Kelly prove he has what it takes to become a firefighter Nate can be proud of in and out of the bedroom?

Set Me On Fire is scheduled to released April 21 through Silver Publishing, this date may change. I'll keep my blog posted for updates.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Big Blisse Kiss Book Giveaway!

For the last contest I had going this Valentine's Day, The Big Blisse Kiss book giveaway. The winner of a copy of Fate's Second Chance is Nancy. I will email you here shortly and once I hear back from you I will send out your copy.

Thank you to everyone who stopped by!

With Love Blog Hop: And the winner is.......

I just got everything together for the With Love Blog Hop for Valentine's Day. Sorry I didn't get this info out earlier this morning but I have two kids home sick with the flu, so slow going today.

Okay here is how I did it. There were 88 comments left so I just numbered them off from top to bottom 1-88 and then I went to and had a number picked at random. That number was 21 and that would be Hillary.

Congratulations Hillary! I will email you here shortly and once I hear from you I will send out the $25 Amazon gift card to you through email.

Thank you to everyone who participated!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Big Blisse Kiss Sunday Snog

This is my first time ever joining in on the Sunday Snog and I picked a great day to start out. Victoria Blisse has put together a list of authors who are participating in The Big Blisse Kiss and those authors are giving away a prize it you leave a comment on their blog. So you get some sexy little excerpts or even some free short reads to sink your teeth into and a chance at winning a prize. A win-win if you ask me!

I'm posting an excerpt from Fate's Second Chance. And if you leave a comment you will be entered into random drawing to when your very own copy. The contest will go until Tuesday and I'll pick a winner first thing Wednesday morning. So please leave an email address so I can send the eBook to you. (PDF Format)

If you click on the gorgeous picture above, or  CLICK here,  it will take you to the list of other participating authors. Be sure to check back to the list through out the day as more authors might join in on the Sunday fun!

Marie thought dying was the worst thing to happen to her, until informed she's always been a man's soul trapped in a woman's body. As Marc, he's got one shot to set things right--by finding love with his best friend and soul mate--with only a month to do it.

Marie Carter has never felt comfortable in her own body, and it took dying to find out why. Ross, her unlikely guardian angel, informs her that mistakes were made and he needs her help to save her fate, Ross's wings, and her best friend's heart.

Six month's after Marie's death, Marc arrives with one month to heal Sabrina's—his sister's—suffering, and win his soulmate, Shawn. If he fails, Sabrina will never know peace, Ross will be kicked out of heaven, and the love of his life will die from a broken heart. Will that be enough time to heal the wounds a lifetime in the wrong body has caused?


Lost in my own thoughts, I almost didn't feel the
light touch on my arm. I turned to look into Shawn's
concerned face.

"Are you okay, Marc? If you're not sure about this,
we don't have to do anything you don't want to."

I took a step closer to Shawn. I was standing on the
top step and him on the bottom one, so our eyes were level
with one another. I put the palm of my hand against his
cheek. I felt a day's worth of stubble and chills ran down
my spine at the contact with the spiky facial hair.

"Oh no, I want to. I was just thinking about how
sudden this is. I don't want to be just another notch on your
bed post." This was true. I wanted more than just one night
with Shawn. Ross said we were destined to be together but
what if Shawn didn't feel the full weight of that inner pull
to each other?

Shawn took a step up to where he towered over me.
"First off, nothing is ever a guarantee in life. Second, after
spending the past few hours talking to you, I would hope at
least you would want to go out on a date with me."

"Really?" I whispered.

"Really." He bent down and kissed the tip of my
nose. "But if you want to go slow, we can. Good things
come to those who wait."

Shawn walked the rest of the way up the steps. He
ushered me inside and shut the door behind him. I turned to
face him and in the moonlit foyer, Shawn had never looked
sexier. His golden hair glowed in the dim light and the hard
edges of his face stood out making him look like a Greek

"Why wait?"

I shoved Shawn against the door and pulled his face
down to mine. When our lips touched, a deep sigh passed
my parted lips. Shawn wrapped his arms around my waist
and held me against his chest.

As his hands roamed, I let my tongue explore the
inner depths of his mouth. With a little poking and
prodding, he opened wide to let me in. I slid my tongue
over his and coaxed it to play with mine. He tasted of beer
and a distinctive flavor that was all his own.

The wet slurping sounds of our kissing caused my
cock to ache painfully. I was hard as stone and these tight
jeans sure as hell weren't helping the cause. The need to
come had me grinding my groin against Shawn's muscular

I want you inside me.

"Are you sure?" Shawn asked between kisses.

My head jerked back as I realized I'd said the words
aloud for all to hear. I held Shawn's gaze. "I'm sure if you're

A small grin was my only warning before Shawn
used his hands to pull up on my ass cheeks. I quickly
wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me down the
hallway to his room.

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Saturday, February 11, 2012

With Love Valentine's Day Blog Hop

It's the V-Day blog hop time!!! Hope everyone has some exciting plans in the works for the big day. I'm in the middle of edits right now so my plans will be less than stellar this year. But that's okay, I got my hubby and my four kiddos to keep me company.

A little about me, I'm  a fairly new author to the M/M genre. My first book was published in November, Fate's Second Chance, through Silver Publishing. The second in the series Fate's Fortunate Mistake is set to come out in March. I'm currently editing a story that will come out in April through Siren Publishing called Miles's Awakening. That is the first book in the Warriors of the Light series I've started. Then of course the endless piles of WIP I've got going and on top of the that writing free short stories. So I keep pretty busy.

On to the contest. Okay to be honest I don't have a clever contest to do so I'll make it easy. Just leave a comment with an email address to be entered into the drawing for a $25 gift card to Amazon. Please feel free to follow my blog. I try to update it as much as time permits. I can also be found on Facebook and Twitter.

They're a ton of authors participating this time around so make sure to stop by as many as possible and show some love and while there enter to win some awesome prizes. If you click on the Blog Hop pic above it will take you to the list of participating authors.

Once again just leave a comment with email address to be eligible. The email address is needed so I know where to send the GC. I promise I'm not a crazy stalker. The contest runs from February 11, 2012 until midnight on February 14, 2012.


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Silver Shorts: In The Dark

This is the first week of the Silver Shorts. My story In The Dark is below but if you would like a copy of all the participating authors stories you can download a free copy at the Silver Publishing, CLICK HERE 

Our prompt this week: "This closet ain't big enough for the both of us..."

Here’s a list of all the authors who contributed stories this week:
RJ Scott
T.L.K. Arkenberg
Lily Sawyer
L.M. Brown
Julie Lynn Hayes
Cherie Noel
AJ Jarrett
Diane Adams
Freddy MacKay
Chris Quinton

Be sure to get your copy and as always happy reading!

In The Dark
AJ Jarrett

"Excuse me," Caleb said in a rush as he sidestepped
party goers and rushed down the hallway. He glanced over his
shoulder to confirm that his ex, Wes, just strode into the party
with a hot piece of arm candy next to him.

Caleb didn't care that Wes had met someone else and
was moving on with his life, no, what he did care about was
being caught flying solo in front of his ex and his new flavor of
the month. He shouldn't care, but he had some pride to keep. The
split was amicable, but he still didn't want to come off as the
lonely loser of the two. To be pitied would be an insult.

He and Wes met the beginning of their sophomore year
in college when Wes came looking for a tutor so he wouldn't get
kicked off the football team. If he didn't get a passing grade in
his English Lit class, he would  be benched and ultimately lose
his scholarship. Being the nice guy that he was, Caleb agreed to
help him. He had a weakness for hot guys in need.

They started out as friends, than gradually became more.
The late night study sessions became getting breakfast together
after a long night of making love. That went on for a blissful
nine months, then they parted ways. It wasn't for lack of feelings,
just they grew up, and with that, apart.

It was so cliché their relationship, the hot jock with the
nerdy intellectual. They were  batting in completely different
leagues, but they both held on to the hope they would work
through their differences. No such luck.  

Caleb glanced over his shoulder and a disappointed sigh
passed his lips. He did miss the man. Wes sure knew how to…

"Oh shit!" 

As if he could hear Caleb's thoughts, Wes looked up and caught
his eye. He so wasn't going to look like the needy desperate ex.
Reaching The End of the hallway, he cursed when it didn't lead
to a back door, taking away his escape route. He could hear
someone calling out his name, but he didn't acknowledge it, he
needed to hide. Caleb turned in a circle, debating his options.
Going to the first door, he turned the knob and ran into the room,
shutting the door behind him. It was dark, but he didn't want to
turn the light on and give away his location. 

A light knock on the door had him stumbling across the
room and opening the closet door and stepping inside. Pathetic,
but he couldn't go back in time to erase the last two minutes, so
that left the only option of hiding like a chicken.

The closet door front had horizontal wood slates so he
could see a little bit, but with the darkness he couldn't make out
much. He held his breath as a man came into the room. The
man's face was veiled by the blackness in the room, and he
couldn't tell if was Wes or not.

The stranger stepped farther into the room and shut the
door behind him. As if he had a homing device to find chicken
shit losers, he walked straight to the closet door. Caleb covered
his eyes as the man opened the door.

"Hey," the man said in greeting. "Why are you in the closet?"

Caleb started to bring his hands down from his face to
confess his foolishness to a complete stranger, when the sound of
the door knob turning had him acting before he could think about

He grabbed the man by the shirt front and yanked him
into the closet with him. Caleb wrapped his hand around the
guy's mouth when he parted his lips to speak. The overhead light
flicked on, and Wes stood in the doorway. He looked from side
to side, oblivious to the only other door in the room, and turned
to leave. But not before his new hottie boyfriend came up behind

"Babe, what are you doing?" the sexy boyfriend asked.

"Oh, nothing." Wes wrapped his arms round the guy's
waist and kissed him on the lips. "I thought I saw someone I
knew come in here." He shrugged. "Oh well, I guess I was
wrong. Let's go get a drink."

Caleb stood still as he watched Wes turn down the
switch, leaving the room in total darkness again. He released the
breath he had been holding and let his hand fall away from the
stranger's face. Now he just had to wait for a little bit until the
coast was clear. If he left now and got caught coming out of the
bedroom Wes just checked, he didn't think he could make up a
believable lie quick enough. As it  was, he wasn't sure why he
even ran. It's not a crime to be single.

"So, what was that about?"

Caleb jumped in surprise when the stranger spoke. He
turned to get a better look at the guy, but between the tight
quarters and hanging clothes, he couldn't make out much. But he
did feel like he owed the guy an explanation for holding him
hostage in the closet.

"That," Caleb pointed toward the door, "was my ex and
I'm guessing his new boyfriend." He ran his hand across his
forehead, wiping away the sweat that started to bead up. "Shit,
did you see that guy? He looked like a fucking Channing Tatum

As the man beside him began to laugh, Caleb shoved the
hanging shirts to the side. The man made snorting sounds as he
tried to contain his merriment. "What is so funny?" he snapped.

"Oh nothing," the man said in a high pitch squeak. After
a few deep breaths, he sobered up. "I just never heard anyone
describe us like that before; thanks."

"Huh?" Caleb reached up and pulled down on the string
hanging from the ceiling. Light flooded the small area and he
gasped in shock. A carbon copy  of the guy feeling up his ex
stood right in front of him. What the hell? "You're fucking
Channing Tatum's clone's double." Caleb pulled the cord again
to shut the light off and sank back against the wall, grunting in
pain when he bumped his head  on the closet's top shelf. The
likeness between the two could only mean one thing.

"Once again, thanks." The clone double held out his
hand. "Hi, I'm Liam and that was my brother Luke. We're twins."

"I kind of figured that out." He shook Liam's hand. "I'm
Caleb." His pulse sped up as he realized his little run and hide act
had just been witnessed by the brother of the guy sleeping with
Wes. Just perfect. Sinking to the floor, he crossed his legs; the
tight confines of the closet didn't allow enough space for him to
stretch out.

He heard some shuffling, then Liam sat next to him.
Liam was quite a bit bigger than him and had to fold his large
frame into a pretzel just to take a seat. 

"So I have to ask—why are we hiding in a closet? Still
got feelings for Wes?"

Caleb turned his head to so fast he bumped Liam in the
nose. Liam let out a groan. 

"Sorry." Caleb reached his hand out to run his fingertips
along Liam's nose. The skin was so smooth and soft; he let his
hand drop to cup the side of Liam's face. "Are you okay?"

Heat radiated off of Liam like a space heater. The faint
scent of his cologne met Caleb's nose and he took a deep breath.
If only he met this gorgeous man under different circumstances.

When Liam didn't respond, he jerked his hand back, not
knowing if his touch was welcomed. Just because he and his
brother were twins didn't mean they both batted for the same

"Yeah, I'm fine." Liam rubbed his nose. "This closet ain't
big enough for the both of us."

"Well, you don't have to stay," Caleb shot back. He
hated the situation he was in. Running from an ex he didn't have
feelings for anymore and being stuck in a closet with a sexy as
sin man, who just happened to be said ex's new lover's brother. 

"Don't change the subject. You didn't answer my question."

Caleb had no clue why Liam wanted to know what his
feelings for Wes were. He could only assume he was making
sure that he wouldn't be a problem to Wes and Luke's budding

"Do I still have feeling for Wes? No. I just," Caleb
paused, unsure how to explain his actions. "I just haven't had a
chance to do much dating since we broke up, and of course the
first party I choose to go to, I run into him." He let his head fall
back on his shoulders. "Then, to top it off, he has a hot new
boyfriend." Caleb turned toward Liam. "So I ran in here instead
of looking like a loser. Pretty pathetic huh?"

"It's not pathetic, but neither is being at party alone.
Don't most people go to parties to meet people?" 

"Yeah, I guess. I didn't look at it like that." Caleb sighed.
"Does this make me an even bigger loser?" he asked Liam.

"No, it makes you human. I mean, we as people don't
like to deal with that awkward first encounter with an ex and
their new partner. No one knows what to say, then you're just left
staring at each other like idiots." Liam shrugged. "I get it."


They sat there in the closet talking and getting to know
one another to pass the time. Liam was in no hurry to leave, and
Caleb enjoyed the company he offered. They talked about school
and their majors. Came to find out they were both attending
school to become teachers.

Liam was also minoring in physical education so he
could have the opportunity to become a high school football
coach in the future. He said he enjoyed playing the sport but
didn't see himself pursuing it further after he graduated. Being a
football star was more his brother's forte.

The more Liam talked, the more Caleb started to like
him. He wasn't just good looking, but smart to boot. Whenever
he was with Wes, Caleb always found himself having to explain
everything he said but with Liam, he didn't have to. To be able to
have a conversation with another person that wasn't just one
sided was refreshing. With every passing minute, Liam knocked
down the stereotype that all jocks were morons, because he was
far from it.

"Can I confess something to you?" Liam asked.

"Sure." He barked out a laugh. "Can't be as bad as what I
confessed to you. So spill it. I'm all ears." He nudged his
shoulder against Liam's and felt the man stiffen.

"I kind of knew who you were before we got stuck in
this closet together."

"What?" Caleb sat up on his knees and turned the light
back on. His heart skidded to a stop as Liam looked up at him
with the greenest eyes he had ever seen. In the emerald depths,
he could see a vulnerability that he hadn't heard in Liam's voice.

"I found this picture of you in Wes's room when I was
looking for a pencil in his desk." 

Caleb stared at him blankly, not sure where his picture
and a pencil went together. 

"Since you no longer tutored him, Luke asked me to," he
explained. "When I asked who the guy in the picture was, he said
his ex-boyfriend." Liam barked out a laugh. "I actually stared at
the picture for so long I thought my eyes would cross."

He sat there and listened to Liam's confession. The
thought that Liam sought him out all from just one little photo
was actually really sweet. "So I take it you liked the picture?"

"Yeah, I did." Liam looked at him and grinned. 

"That's quite a gamble, don't you think?" Caleb asked.
"Pictures can be deceiving. I could have been a total douchebag."

Liam sat with his lips pursed as if thinking about what
Caleb just said. "That's very true, but I've seen you around
campus and I know that to be false." Liam rested his hand on
Caleb's thigh and scooted a little closer. "See, I believe in fate
and I feel like it led me to you."

"Are you fucking kidding me with that?" His eyebrows
shot up to his hairline as his skepticism rose. Caleb was a man of
facts, he didn't believe in what he couldn't see and to hear Liam
talk about fate had him questioning the guy's sanity.

"No, hear me out." Liam turned to his side and rested
one of his long legs over Caleb's lap. The warm pressure of the
heavy limb had his skin tingling under his clothes. "When I saw
that picture, my heart skipped a beat. Your smile radiated off the
paper like a spot light. Your ruby colored lips," Liam lightly
rubbed his thumb over his lips and Caleb moaned at the gentle
touch. "Your tan skin with just a hint of sunburn on your cheeks
spoke volumes. You had this carefree happiness about yourself
that flowed through that picture. I knew then I had to at least
meet you to see if the real thing was as good as the picture."

Caleb sat speechless. He had no words to compete with
what Liam had just said. No one had ever spoken such sweet
words to him before. He had to know if he in fact did live up to
Liam's expectations so far. 

"So what do you think of the actual man?" he whispered
as he stared at Liam lips.

"I think the man is whole hell of a lot better than the
photograph." Liam closed the distance and brushed his lips
across Caleb's. He teased the seam of Caleb's mouth and just as
he opened for Liam's invasion, the man pulled back. "Plus, I find
odd behavior like running and hiding in closets very attractive in
a man."

Caleb smacked Liam's arm as he began to laugh. "You
ruined a perfectly good moment."  Caleb started to giggle. He
pushed at Liam's chest, and Liam grabbed his wrist and pulled
him forward.

"I also like having a lover I can laugh with."

Liam shifted on the floor, stretching his legs out as far as
he could before they hit the wall of the closet. He lay back and
tugged on Caleb's hand to follow him down. They lay
awkwardly on their sides, pushing shoes and other clutter out of
the way to make room for them both to lie somewhat
comfortably in the small space.

Caleb nuzzled his nose against Liam's, then turned to
lightly rub his cheek against the other man's. Was it horniness or
the innocent charm about Liam that made him want him so

He ran his fingers through Liam's short brown hair and
lowered his head the fraction it took to press their lips together.
He wasted no time sliding his tongue into the velvety warmth of
his mouth. Their tongues twined together, each trying to gain
control over the other. 

Caleb took a deep breath and slowly let it out through
his nose. His unabashed desire had him reaching for Liam's belt
buckle, then undoing the fastening on his jeans. The crown of
Liam's cock peeked out at the top, begging for attention. Caleb
eased his hand into Liam's jeans, pushing past the waistband and
letting his hand curl around the impressive erection.

As he gave a teasing squeeze to the length, Liam
grabbed his hand. "You don't have to do this, Caleb."

"I know I don't have to, but I," he dropped a kiss to
Liam's swollen lips, "want," another kiss, "to."

What control Liam had snapped. He quickly reached
down, freeing Caleb's cock. With their pants both pulled half
way down their legs, they lay close, pushing their growing
erections against one another. Warm flesh against warm flesh
stirred the fire growing between them. 

Liam wrapped his long warm fingers around both their
cocks and began to move his hand up and down. Caleb released
a breathless cry, thrusting his hips forward for more of the
sensual touch. 

Very slowly, Liam rubbed his thumb against the head of
Caleb's cock, spreading pre cum over the sensitive tip. His pace
picked up, and Caleb bit down on his lower lip to help strive off
his need to come. A tingling sensation curled around his balls,
signaling his orgasm had neared.

Dropping his hand down over Liam's, he squeezed tight.
Sensing his need, Liam pumped his fist harder. As his orgasm
roared to the surface, Caleb threw his head back, the tendons of
his neck bulging as his eyes fluttered closed. His balls drew up
tight as white-hot sparks shot from his cock and wetness covered
Liam's hand.

Still super sensitive after his orgasm, his body shook as
Liam speed up his hand, on the cusp of his own release. Liam
took his lips in a bruising kiss as he came. Letting his hand slow
down to lazy caresses along their softening lengths, Liam nipped
and bit at his mouth. Caleb moaned and pushed further into
Liam, mixing their combined juices together.

They laid there in their afterglow, letting their pulses
returned to normal. Caleb rubbed his fingers along Liam's scalp,
enjoying his soft little mumbles of pleasure. 

All too soon, the knowledge that he and Liam laid on the
floor of someone else's closet came rushing back. His kissed
Liam one more time then reached up to grab one of the hanging
shirts. Liam looked at him questioningly, and he just shrugged
his shoulders.

"I'll throw it in the hamper on our way out. We can't
walk out there with jizz on ourselves." He chuckled as he wiped
away the residue of their jerk off session.

"Oh, shit." Liam whispered. "Still a little sensitive, be
careful with that hand."

They both broke down into peals of laughter that turned
into more kissing and fondling. Caleb didn't want the night to
end. It started off shitty, but ended with a bang. A bang in the
form of Liam. 

Standing upright in the closet, they straightened their
clothes and stood in the dark, just staring at one another. Caleb
didn't know what to say. They both started to speak at the same

"You go first," Caleb suggested.

"Okay." Liam beamed a smile at him. "Let me start off
by saying I don't typically do this." He waved his hands around,
indicating the whole closet episode. "But there's just something
about you. I would really like to see where this can go."

Caleb mentally gave himself a pat on the back. He liked
Liam, and the best part about being stuck in the closet wasn't the
sex they shared, but the conversation. The getting to know him
and realizing he did actually like the guy. He wouldn't lie to
himself and say it wouldn't be weird dating the brother of the guy
who was now sleeping with his ex.

"I would love to, but do you think your brother will be
okay with this? I don't want to come between you guys." He had
to put it out there for Liam to decide. Luke was his brother and
family came first. He and Wes weren't on bad terms, but he
didn't want to create a problem for anyone else, even at his own

"Why should it? He's fucking Wes, not you." Liam
wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his forehead.
"Now, if he starts to put the moves on you, then we will have a

Caleb laughed. "Not going to be an issue. I kind of have
a thing for this one twin in particular."

"Oh really." Liam ground his hips into Caleb's, pressing
his semi erect cock against his thigh.

"Yeah really." Caleb smiled against Liam's lips. "He's
smart, sweet and oh my god, so hot."

They started to laugh and it turned into another toe
curling kiss. So distracted, they didn't realize the bedroom light
had come on until the closet door swung open.

"I thought I saw you two come in here!" Wes stood in
front of them with a huge smile on his face. "See, Luke, I told
you they would be a good match."

"Huh?" Caleb and Liam said in unison.

"After we caught you drooling over his photo for like the
hundredth time," Luke pointed at him, "Wes and I talked about it
and decided it was our duty to introduce you two to each other."

"You two genius's came up with that all from me staring
at a picture." Liam stood with his arms crossed. "It didn't seem a
bit odd to set your brother up with your new boyfriend's ex?"

Caleb nodded his agreement. It was strange that they
would want him and Liam to meet, and possibly start dating. He
wouldn't begrudge whatever brought them together in that dark
closet, he was just glad they did.

"What's with the attitude? I thought I was doing
something nice," Luke whined.

"I'm not complaining, I just got to hear the reasoning
behind this. No offence, but you two don't seem all that into

"I was my idea," Wes confessed. "After getting to know
you from all the tutoring sessions we had together, I realized you
were a lot like Caleb. Smart and funny. You guys made learning
fun for me. Talking to you was like talking to him."

"So you're okay with this?" Caleb took a step forward
and rested his hand on Wes's forearm.

"Yeah, I am. At first, I thought it would be a little weird
and old feelings might get in the way." A thoughtful expression
crossed his face. "But you and I were always better friends than
lovers, and friends do stuff like this for each other."

"I guess they do." Caleb smiled at Wes then turned to
face Luke. "Are you good with this, too?"

"Totally." He wrapped his arm around Wes's shoulders.
"If my brother is happy, then I'm happy. Also, you don't strike
me as a relationship wrecker or the type to sleep around on the
guy you're dating." Luke winked at him.

"No, I'm not."  He chuckled. "I'm a one man kind of

"That's good to hear," Liam whispered into his ear as he
wrapped his arms around Caleb's waist, pulling his back flush
against his chest. "Because you're all mine."

Caleb sunk back into the embrace and a happy sigh
passed his lips. He turned his head to capture Liam's lips in a
quick kiss.

"Enough of that." Luke covered his eyes. "I wanted you
to be happy, but fuck, I don't want to watch you two get it on.

"Oh Luke, stop complaining." Wes grabbed Luke's hand
and started to lead him toward the door. "Hey, do you guys want
to come hang out with us? They just popped another keg."

Liam turned to look at him with an eyebrow raised in
question. Caleb nodded to the unspoken question. "No, we're
going to pass. It's getting late, so we're just going to call it a

"See, I told you they were just alike," Wes whispered to
Luke as they left the room.

Caleb turned in Liam's hold and twined his arms around
his neck. "Call it a night, huh?"

"Well, I was kind of hoping we could call it a night
together. You know, go back to your place and see what

Liam placed soft kisses along his jaw line and Caleb
tilted his to the side to give him more room to play. How could
he say no to such a tantalizing offer?

The End

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Wednesday Briefs: Out of His League Part 5

It’s Wednesday Brief time again. I’m continuing with Out of His League. There is  a lot of author’s participating this week. Lots of good, free reading! At the end of my story will be the links to my fellow briefers. Be sure to check them all out.

Here are the prompts for February 1, 2012:
Use food in an erotic manner or
Use: Sims, emu and gratuity  or
"I got records on my fingers and I just can't stop"  or
use some sort of dance

Enjoy and happy reading!!!

Out of His League Part 5

Kip could see the hesitation and uncertainty in Lance’s eyes and didn’t want to push him too far too soon. Offering to go hang out with his friends seemed like the best alternative. Maybe if Lance was in familiar surroundings, he would relax a tab bit more.

“I’ll drive,” Kip offered.

Lance looked at him than back to his own car. “I can follow you, so if its late you don’t have to drive me back here. ”

Kip sidled up close to Lance. “It’s kind of why I want to drive, so that you have to come back here.”

Lance’s eyes rounded and his mouth dropped open. The man look so sweet an innocent. Oh the fun he would have dirtying up the halo that hung around Lance’s head.

“Get in gorgeous,” Kip said as he opened the door for Lance.

The drive to the restaurant was filled with small talk. Mostly Kip asking Lance questions. Lance wasn’t very forthcoming with any personal information. Kip could tell he made Lance nervous but he couldn’t figure out why? After what took place between them in the locker room shower he didn’t feel like he was stepping over the line by saying they had become more than just fellow teammates.

When they reached the pizza place, Kip parked his car and hesitated for just a moment. He wanted to ask Lance why he was being to stand offish but didn’t want to create a scene especially if he was reading the whole situation wrong.

Getting out of the car he walked closely behind Lance. He so desperately wanted to slide his hand into his but held back. Kip wasn’t quite sure if Lance’s friends were exactly  open to public displays of affections between two men.

As they neared the table in the back he noticed Aaron, the centerfield for the Gray Wolves. The other guys sitting with him Kip didn’t recognize.

“Hey Aaron, how’s it going, man?” Kip reached across the table to shack the man’s hand.  Aaron gave him a quizzical look but shook his hand.

“Kip, I wasn’t expecting you.” Aaron grinned over to where Lance had taken a seat at the booth. “Are you two on a date?”

Kip opened his mouth to respond but Lance, a quick pull trigger, shouted no. He glared over at Lance who had dropped his head and fidgeted with a napkin in his lap.

Turning back to Aaron, he gave a huge smile as he nudged Lance in the arm to scoot over. “Yes, actually we are. Our first.”

Lance’s head jerked his direction as Aaron chuckled.

“Well I’m glad to hear that. Hopefully the first of many.” Aaron teased. “Kip this is my boyfriend, Clay.” Aaron proceeded to introduce him to all the guys sitting around the table. He wasn’t aware Aaron was gay but it was good to know he and Lance weren’t the only ones on the team.

As it turns out the other men attended Clausen State. These group of friends were the guys who new Lance the best. They had a good time ribbing him on who he never brought Kip around before now. Kip laughed along with the guys but by the bright crimson that covered Lance’s cheeks, the man was embarrassed.

Once the waitress left with their order, the guys got up to go play games in the arcade in the back of the restaurant. When they were out of view he turned to see Lance staring at him.
“Why did you say this was a date?” Lance asked.

Kip sighed dramatically. “Because for me this is. What’s going on? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” Kip didn’t think that was the case but he couldn’t get a read on what Lance was feeling. The man ran hot and cold.

“God no.” Lance shifted in his seat to stare at him. “I just don’t want to assume anything.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to get my hopes up is all.”

 “Just for your information I don’t make a habit of jerking off my teammates.” He flashed a grin at Lance. “I like you Lance. Can’t you see that?”

Kip reacted before Lance could respond. He picked up a bread stick and dipped it in the marinara sauce. Maybe he could seduced a reaction out of Lance, pulling him out of his shell like he did in the showers earlier. Bringing the piece of bread to his lips, he licked at the tip. Then he circled his tongue around the blunt end, moaning as he did. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Lance watching.

Closing his eyes he pushed the fluffing stick of bread pass his lips, moving the length in and out ever so slowly. He sucked the sauce off the breadstick then pulled it from his mouth. Lance’s gaze on him felt like a hand around his dick causing his shaft to become painfully swollen.

As he turn to face Lance, the man grabbed him by the chin and captured his mouth in hard kiss, pushing his tongue pass his lips without hesitation. Kip groaned into the kiss. He never expected to see this forceful side of Lance, but he liked it.

Kip brought his hand up to entwine his fingers through Lance’s soft blond hair. He scrapped his fingernail against his scalp erupting a loud moan from Lance.  The  vibrations went straight to Kips dick making it twitch in the tight confines of his shorts. He had to have Lance inside him now.

The sound of a throat clearing had them jumping apart. Standing before them was Aaron and his boyfriend Clay. Both wore ear to ear grins. “Maybe you two should take your pizza to go.” Aaron suggested.

“I think you’re right.” Lance reply never taking his eyes off Kip.

Raw need roared within Kip’s body. He couldn’t hide his happiness as he stood from the table. Finally Lance was on board with their budding relationship.