Wednesday Briefs: And The Race Is On

It feels like forever since I've participated in the Wednesday Brief but I had some inspiration  this past weekend and got my writing hat on, so to speak.

Here's this weeks prompts:

use a safe word in your story 

  

The alternate prompts are:  cherry, innocence, scarf or

"I thought you were .... but you really aren't, you're.... "

or use any Beatle title in your story or

use: independence, master, control

or make a 50 Shades of Grey reference

As always I'll leave the links to my fellow briefers. Nothing better than a free read to brighten up your day. 

Have and excellent week and happy reading!!!

And The Race Is On Part 1

“So, Andrew, are you packed and ready to go?”

Andy turned to look at his boss, Leon Walsh aka editor and chief of Sports Craze magazine, standing in the doorway to his office. Leon was the only person who used his given name.  Andy thought it annoying that the man just couldn’t call him by the name he liked. Andrew seemed so official, like when his mother would yell at him when he was in trouble. Andy was more laid back, a likeable person’s name.

“Yes, sir,” Andy said as he finished typing an email, then closed his laptop and stood up. “This time tomorrow I’ll be sitting in the stands in Charlotte watching some NASCAR.”

Andy was a journalist for a sports magazine. He travelled to several different locations writing about what current sporting event was all the rage. And that was the reason he was heading to Charlotte, North Carolina for a sporting profession he just couldn’t grasp the purpose of. Men driving cars at high rates of speed around a circle track over and over again. It reminded Andy of a hamster on a wheel. In constant motion but never going anywhere.

“Good, good, good. This race car driving has really gained popularity so I trust you’ll bring me back a great story,” Leon said with a smile.

“You bet.” Andy gritted out as he stood from his chair. “Well I better be off so I don’t miss my flight.”

“Yeah, right you better get a move on it. Traffic this time of day can be a bear.” Leon followed him out. “Have a safe flight Andrew.”

Andy nodded his thanks and headed toward the elevator. When the door dinged and opened wide he stepped inside the decorative metal box. He pushed P for the parking garage and leaned back against the cool reflective wall at his back.

Being a sports journalist wasn’t his dream job but it was a start and if he had to admit he wasn’t half bad at it. Especially for a man who couldn’t catch let alone throw a ball to save his life.

His dream was to write meaningful news articles for Time magazine or Newsweek. To write about stories that would change people’s lives, maybe even make a difference. But getting his foot in those doors took experience and time. So that left Andy writing about organized sporting events. He wasn’t bitter about that. It was a start after all.

The elevator doors pulled apart and opened into the parking garage. He walked over to his little black  Jetta and popped the lock. Carefully he stowed his bag in the backseat and climb into the driver’s side and turned on the car.

The drive to the airport was pretty uneventful. No accidents or road construction causing him to run late. He took the exit for the San Francisco Airport and followed the signs to the long term parking. Andy grabbed his laptop case and his one carryon. He learned to pack efficiently from past experiences. The trip was only to last about a week but he never knew when he would be called to another location to cover a different story.

After checking in and getting situated at the gate for his flight, with an hour and half left until take off, Andy pulled out his laptop and took another look at the material he had gathered. NASCAR was a popular sport that had really picked up steam in the last few years. People had their favorite drivers they rooted for and followed the circuit around in RVs. Some serious die hard fan’s even tattooed their bodies with their favorite driver’s race car numbers. Now that was some serious commitment.

Andy pulled up the email that had all the info on the racing team he was being sent to interview. A new driver by the name of Luc Royston was having a really good year. His points standings were high for a newbie, or so the information the guys team manger sent him.

The research Andy had done so far pulled up nothing negative pertaining to Luc. The guy seemed squeaky clean almost too much so. It wasn’t that Andy was looking for the bad in him but most people had either skeletons in their closets they wanted to hide or a flurry of good stuff going on like charity work or some shit people liked to brag about. But this guy had nothing, zilch. All it did confirm was that Luc was having an amazing year behind the wheel.

Scrolling down the email there was picture of Luc from the last race he had won. Andy’s heart did a flutter at the photo.  Luc’s high cheek bones were flushed from excitement of the win and his squared masculine jaw line was less harsh from the huge smile Luc wore across his face. He looked to be of average height with brown hair and bright blue eyes. Luc’s hair was messy from the helmet he had to wear while racing. Andy wished he could reach his hand through the computer screen and straighten the mused locks.

Luc wore his racing suit in the picture so Andy couldn’t get a good visual on the man’s body but assumed it was like the rest of the package, perfect. He understood the Beatles meaning for the song Drive My Car, because he would let Luc drive anything he wanted.

One of the perks of Andy’s job was being around hot, sweaty, and sexy as sin men the majority of the time. He was a gay man invited into the locker rooms of some of the most well sought after, prime specimens, men in the world.  

Yep, sometimes life was good.

To Be Continued

MA Church    m/m

Sara York     m/m

Michael Mandrake   m/m

Nephylim     m/m

Tali      m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Wednesday Briefs: Out of His League Part 11

Its Wednesday and that means another installment of the Wednesday Briefs. I'm carrying on with my Out of His League story. As always I'll post my fellow briefers links, so be sure to check them out.

Prompts: "I can see clearly now..." 

Or use these alternate prompts:

Canvas, moustache, pond

Or

"I'd follow you anywhere"

Or

"Take your clothes off or I'll...."

Or

Chicken, pantomime, stock market

Or

"His/her eyes were as green as..."

Out of His League Part 11

Lance looked from Kip back to Coach Wilkerson. A smile spread across his face. “Yes. Yes I do. ” He entwined his fingers with Kip’s.

“You’re young. You have no clue what you want or what the real life is like.” Coach shook his head in disgust. “No fucking clue.”

“Come on Lance.” Kip tugged his hand to get him walking. “Don’t waste your breath.”

Lance started to follow Kip than stopped and turned back toward Coach Wilkerson. “You know what? Just because your life didn’t turn out as planned doesn’t mean ours won’t.” He squared his shoulders bracing himself as Coach took a step toward him.

“You think it’s easy to be gay in this profession? Do you really think Kipper here will be able to make it to the majors with his gay lover sitting beside him?” Coach Wilkerson barked out a laugh. “If you think that’s a possibility you’re both delusional.”

“See that’s where your thinking is fucked.” Lance jerked in surprise at Kip’s sharp words. “Yes, I love playing baseball but I’d give it all up in a heartbeat for Lance.” Kip pointed a finger at Coach Wilkerson’s chest. “I love him more than anything. More than being a starting pitcher with a five million dollar contract.” Kip shrugged his shoulders. “I can always find another job but not another Lance Kinsley.”

If they weren’t standing in the middle of the hallway and in front of Kips ex-lover, Lance would have kissed Kip full on the mouth. But they were and he didn’t want to cause more of a scene. Lance in a way felt bad for Coach Wilkerson. The man threw Kip away like he was nothing all from fear of what he thought the world would think of him. What a sad life to live. If Lance felt anything it was pity for the older man.

Not wanting to rub salt in an open wound, Lance grabbed Kip’s hand and started walking away from the man that owned Kip’s past. Because out that locker room door held the future, their future and there was no need to look back.

Lance glanced over his shoulder to the man who had been his coach for the past year and half. “Good luck, Coach. I really hope one day you find the kind of love that makes you want to change who you are.” He turned his smile toward Kip. “Come on baby, let’s go.”

Kip smiled wildly at him. "I'd follow you anywhere.”

Bending down he brushed his lips across Kip’s and walked out the double doors not looking back.

******

Ten Years Later

“Daddy, daddy.”

Lance looked down at his smiling daughter’s face as he reached his hands out to steady her before she fell out of her chair.

“Tatum, calm down.” He couldn’t help but laugh at her excitement. She always got this ways on games days. “If you don’t calm down no dipping dots at the seventh inning stretch.”

The threat of not getting her frosty treat always did the trick. Tatum sat with her legs crossed and pinched her lips tight. Lance leaned over and kissed her on top of her head. She beamed a smile up at him as she pressed out her lips for a kiss. Obliging his little princess’s request he gave her a quick peck then handed her a juice box.

Looking out across the expense of finely kept green grass, Lance thought back to his college days. There were times he missed it but he was a different person now than he was then. His life was great and he wouldn’t have changed a thing. He was married with a bright eyed little girl who ruled his world. Not being able to play baseball didn’t affect him in the least.

Lance graduated college and took a job as physical education teacher. Teaching young minds fulfilled him in ways that baseball never could. After the high school baseball coach retired, Lance took on the position. It only took three years for his team to take the state title. It had been one of happiest days of his life.

“Daddy, look.”

Small hands tugging at his shirt shook him from his memories. Just them the announcer came over head introducing the home team. Lance stood up and gathered Tatum in his arms.

“Daddy!” Tatum screamed as she waved her hands franticly toward the field.

“The starting pitcher, Kip Edgerton.” The roar of the crowd rang out and Tatum clapped along with them.

Lance kissed his little girl on the cheek and smile. “Yes there’s daddy.”

He watched as Kip took the mound and turned to look in their direction like he always did and mouthed the words I love you and finger waved to their daughter.

It hadn’t been an easy road to get to where they were today but in the end the only thing that mattered was that they were together. There was always those how took pleasure in poking fun at his and Kip’s life style but it was getting better. The team was like a family and they all accepted him and Kip being together. The players’ wives even gave them a baby shower when they adopted Tatum. Life was good.

With Kip still staring in their direction Lance mouthed those three little words back. Kip nodded and blew a kiss to their little girl. She was their pride and joy.

“Daddy loves us.” She giggled as she rearranged her ball cap on her head.

“Yes he does.” It always took his breath away watching the man he loved play the game that brought them together. “And we love him.”

The End

Hope everyone enjoyed Out of His League. It was a lot of fun to write. There's always room for these characters to grow I'll just have to wait and see if they do anymore talking to me. :-) 

Now rush off and check out my fellow authors stories!

Happy reading!!!

Nephylim     m/m

Sara York     m/m

Tali      m/m

MA Church     m/m

Ashlynn Monroe    m/f

Elyzabeth VaLey     m/f

MC Houle     m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Wednesday Brief: Out of His League Part 10

It’s Wednesday and time for some free reading. Which is always a good thing! As always I’ll leave links to my fellow briefers at the end. The list of participants is long and we have some newbies to the Wednesday Brief staring this week. Be sure to check them out!

Hope everyone has an excellent day and happy reading!!!

This week prompts are:

"It was a dark and stormy night"  (so it's Bulmer-Lytton, sue me lol)

Or the alternative prompts are:

Candy, crow, a length of rope

Or

"When I saw his/her eyes, I just knew that..."

Or

French kiss, French fry, third French object of your choice

Or

Penguin, ventriloquist, rapier

Or

"Are you glad to see me or is that a (fill in the blank) in  your pocket?"

Out of His League Part 10

“I know we do,” Lance said as he kept his gaze on the floor. After what coach Wilkerson just told him he was afraid what else Kip wanted to discuss. He wasn’t naïve to think Kip didn’t have lovers in his past but Coach Wilkerson? That was hard for him to swallow. The man had a fucking finance.

“I’m not going to lie, Lance.” Kip leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Lance could see the shame he felt in his posture. “And I won’t use the excuse that I’m young and just made a stupid mistake. I knew full well what I was getting myself into and who I was doing it with. I’m just embarrassed Peter ambushed you out there on the field.”

Lance flinched at the use of Coach Wilkerson’s first name coming out of Kip’s mouth. It was just another reminder of how close the two men had been. Jealousy was never pretty but damn it Lance didn’t want to picture the two being intimate.

“Kip, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I get it.”  Lance combed his fingers through his hair. “But I have to ask is it over between you two? Or is what he said true? Am I just someone for you to play with while you pass the time?”

“God no!” Kip went to his knees in front of him and grabbed Lance’s hands. “What I had with him was nothing like what I have with you.” Kip shook his head. “In the short time we’ve been together I no without a doubt I want you and only you for as long as you will have me.” Kip lifted Lance’s hand to his mouth and kissed the top of his knuckles. “I’m falling in love with you Lance,” Kip said softly.

It was as if someone threw a bucket of ice water on Lance’s head. He’d never had another person beside his parents say they loved him before.

After the initial shock wore off, Lance wrapped his hand around the back of Kip’s neck and pulled him forward. Lance smashed his lips to Kip’s and kissed him with such force he could taste blood from where his teeth bit into Kip’s soft lips.

Kip fisted his hands in Lance’s hair and Lance moaned into the kiss. The urgency to have full body contact Kip had Lance pushing his man to the floor and straddling his hips. The Timber Wolves locker room wasn’t the ideal place for them to make love but he would take what he could get and if that meant only kissing then so be it.

The need for air had Lance pulling away from the death grip Kip had on his hair. He could feel the man’s fingernails against his scalp as he tried to hold Lance in place. He smiled against Kip’s lips and chuckled at his man’s reserve to not let go. Kip raised his hips trying to follow Lances retreat.

“Baby, I think we should take this elsewhere.” Lance detached Kips hands from his hair as he sat up.

Kip sighed his displeasure. “I know but this feels so good and a little naughty.” Lance laughed when Kip winked at him. “Well Mr. Edgerton what do we have here?” Kip palmed the throbbing length behind Lance’s zipper. “Are you glad to see me or is that a very large snake in your pocket?”

Lance chuckled at Kip’s attempts of seduction. “Well you’ll find out soon enough if you play your cards right.” Lance teased. “But seriously I want some privacy when I make love to the man I love,” Lance said the words softly; afraid to say them to loud in case Kip changed his mind and didn’t want him.

“Love?” Kip asked shock clear in his tone. “You love me?”

“I do. I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. I just took it for granted you were out of my league and I could never get a man like you.” Lance confessed.

“You’re crazy, Lance. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I’m the one who isn’t good enough for you but I’m going to spend the rest of our lives proving I can be the kind of man you’d be proud of.”

His heart leapt into his throat at Kip’s words. The rest of their lives was a long time, god willing, for them to be together and Lance couldn’t have been happier.

“How about we call it a draw and just say were great for each other and get on with our relationship with no looking back. I lives together start now.” It felt right for Lance to say that. All their past mistakes and bad choice were just that in the past and they didn’t need it to plague their future.

“I’m totally okay with that,” Kip said with a smile. “I love you Lance.”

“I love you to babe. Now let’s get the hell out of here and go celebrate.” Lance stood up and reached out a hand to help Kip up.

“That is code for sex, right?” Kip teased, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Fuck yeah!”

They quickly showered and got changed. Lance held  the door open for Kip to walk out before him. As they entered the hallway Coach Wilkerson stood leaning against the opposite wall.

“So you two think this will last?” Coach asked.

To be continued

Ashlynn Monroe m/f

Michael Mandrake m/m

Nephylim     m/m

Lily Sawyer      m/m

Sara York     m/m

MA Church   m/m

Victoria Blisse    m/f

Elyzabeth VaLey     m/f

Julie Lynn Hayes  m/m

MC Houle     m/m

Wednesday Brief: Out of His League Part 9

Well it's Wednesday again and that means its brief time, aka flash fiction. I'm continuing my baseball themed story. At the end I'll post the link to my fellow authors participating this week. Be sure to stop by and show them some love!

Hope everyone has a great holiday weekend and happy reading!

This week our prompts were provided to us by Scarlett Knight.

Prompt 1: Write a scene/story set on a plane, a cruise ship, or a train

Prompt 2: Use "macaroni," "diva," and "cape"

Prompt 3: Write a scene/story and include a bird in some way

I offer you these alternate prompts:

"Opposites attract"

Or

An interesting use of an electric chair

Or

Scarf, cucumber, and a coffee table

Out of His League Part 9

He watched as Lance walked off the field without even a backwards glance. Kip turned his glare to Peter. The man looked pleased with himself with a huge shit eating grin plastered across his face.

What did he say to Lance?

As soon as his pitching coach dismissed them for the day he took off across the field toward Peter. He had to know what the man said. Lance looked completely dejected when he headed toward the locker room and by the look Peter was sporting, the man seemed just a little too happy at the hurt and sadness coming off of Lance.

“What the fuck did you say to Lance?” There was no beating around the bush. Kip wanted answers.

When Peter turned to him a grin lit up the older man's face. “Kipper, how was your practice, baby?”

His blood pressure sky rocketed at the older man’s pet name for him. The man had balls or he was oblivious ignorant to the situation unfolding at the moment.

“Stop calling me that,” Kip growled low as the rest of the players existed the field. “What did you say to him?”

“Everything okay here gentlemen?” Coach Anderson asked as he came upon Kip and Peter. His eyes darted between the two men and Kip had to wonder if the other coach picked up on the hostility wafting off him.

“All is good Vic.” Peter laid his hand on Kip’s shoulder and gave a gently squeeze. It took all Kip had not knock it off. “Just chatting with Kip.”

“Well okay then. Kip that was some excellent pitching today. Take care of that shoulder; you’re our starting pitcher for opening day.”

“Yes sir.” Kip smiled but it was forced. Being able to start a game was pretty big news for any player but at the moment he cared more about Lance and what he was feeling then his baseball career.

As Coach Anderson walked away Kip seized the opportunity to push Peter’s hand off his shoulder. Peter turned pouty eyes to him, like that would work on him. Maybe a few months ago but not now. Not when Kip knew without a doubt that he was just a piece of ass to Peter and what they shared meant nothing to the older man.

“I’ll ask you one more time, what did you say to Lance?” Kip did his best to rein in his control and he was losing the battle with his emotions. He never wanted to pummel someone as much as he wanted to Peter at that very second.

“I told him the truth,” Peter said as he crossed his large arms over his chest.

“And what’s that?”

Peter took a step toward him. “That whatever is between the two of you will pass and that you will come back to me.”

Peter's smile made Kip’s skin crawl. A shudder ran across his back. How could I have ever been attracted to such slime ball?

“First off, we are over. Hasn’t that sunk in to your thick head yet?” Kip fisted his hands in his hair in frustration, knocking his ball cap to the ground. “My god you’re fucking engaged to a woman. Anything I ever felt for you is over. I’ve grown up and I know what it’s like to have someone how cares about me for more than just my ass.”

“Kip.” Peter shook his head as he started to laugh. “I hear what you’re saying but don’t you remember all the times we were together? How I made you come so hard you couldn’t move a single muscle.” Peter took a step forward invading Kip’s personal space then lifted his finger to turn Kip to look at him. “He can never make you feel like I did.”

Kip jerked away from Peter’s touch. “That’s where you’re wrong. He already has.” He flashed a big grin to Peter before he turned to walk away.

A hard grip on his bicep stilled his movement. “This little thing between you and Lance won’t last and you’ll come back to me. You two are too different,” Peter whispered low in his ear.

Kip pulled free of Peter’s hold. “Haven’t your heard?” He asked over his shoulder. “Opposites attract.”

He didn’t wait for a response from Peter. No matter what the other man had to say it was for nothing. Kip wanted Lance and he would move heaven and earth to keep him. He just had to pray Peter hadn’t messed up any chance he had.

As he walked into the locker room he noticed it was empting out. A lot of the players had already showered, changed and were leaving for the day. He navigated his way to Lance’s locker. To his surprise Lance was still there, staring down at the floor. It broke Kip’s heart to know he had a part in that. He should have told Lance about Peter but he didn’t. He didn’t want Lance to judge him for his past actions and his poor choice in boyfriends.

Taking a deep breath he sat down next to Lance. “We need to talk.”

To be continued

Nephylim     m/m

Ashlynn Monroe     m/f

MC Houle     m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes  m/m

Wednesday Brief: Out of His League Part 8

It's that time again and I was able to take part in the Wednesday Brief fun again. I'm continuing with Out of His League. As always I'll leave the links at the end to my fellow briefer's.

Hope everyone enjoys and happy reading!

Prompts:

"Spring fever or hay fever, I don't know...."

Or the alternative prompts:

"Love is in the air"

Or

use: octopus, Vienna sausage, Rice Krispies.

Or

"Just a spoonful of  (fill in the blank) makes the medicine go down"\

Or

it's laundry day and your character hasn't a thing to wear!

Or

"Yes, we have no (fill in the blank)"

Out of His League Part 8

“Lance.”

Lance could hear Aaron calling his name but couldn’t take his eyes off Kip. The man was in the bullpen behind right field practicing with the others. He loved watching his guy throw a ball.

“Hey!” Aaron shouted.

Lance let out a grunt when a soft heavy object hit him in the back. He turned around, looked down and saw Aaron’s glove siting in the dirt. “What the hell man?”

“I’ve been saying your name for like five minutes but you’re too far gone in la-la land to even fucking notice.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Lance said as he turned back around to watch Kip.

“Oh my god.” Aaron gasped. “Love is in the air.”

A goofy smiled spread across Lance’s face. He couldn’t deny it. He was in love with Kip. Hell he’d been in love with the man since he first laid eyes on him. And after the weekend they’d shared it  clarified that fact.

Sunday morning he woke up with Kip draped across his body like a quilt. Kip put off so much heat Lance had a fine layer of sweat covering his body. But it didn’t matter. He could have been sweating buckets and he still wouldn’t have woken his lover. A part of him still thought it was all a dream. Kip Edgerton was going places and he, well he was just an average ball player living out his boy hood fantasy. Lance never really cared it he went pro but Kip would eventually get noticed and odds were he’d leave Clausen State far behind him and with it Lance.

His smiled faded just a pinch as he turned back to his best friend. “Stop being so dramatic. We spent one weekend together that doesn’t constitute a relationship.” Lance spoke like it didn’t bother him but he was dying to know if Kip felt the same way. That what they had was real. Kip said he cared about Lance but did the shine fade when he drove off Sunday night?

“Oh really?” Aaron crossed his arms across his chest as he stared just beyond Lance left shoulder. “Then why is Kip over there eyeballing you like you’re a tasty treat.”

Lance spun around to see Kip in the bullpen leaning against the gate looking back at him. He grinned and waved to Kip.

“Dude, you’ve spent the entire practice checking out your boyfriend. Your lucky Coach Allen didn’t make you run laps or some shit.” Aaron started to laugh. “I thought for sure he was going to have your ass when that ground ball when right between your legs. Shit, Kip even laughed at you.”

“Kinsley!”

The sound of the assistant coach to the Gray Wolves caught his attention. He turned around to see Coach Wilkerson walking his way. Lance looked over to Aaron, who only shrugged as the man approached. Coach Wilkerson never addressed him before, so he was a little taken by surprise. He typically spent the majority of his time working with the outfielders. And since Lance played short stop he had no clue what Wilkerson wanted.

“Kinsley if you got time why don’t you come over and help me out,” Coach Wilkerson said to him. “I’m running some drills with Robbie and Kevin and I need someone to catch the balls as they throw them in. You cool with that?”

“Sure, I guess I can help you.” Lance glanced over to Aaron. “I’ll catch you later.”

He said goodbye to his friend and followed Coach Wilkerson out toward left field. Robbie and Kevin were already out there waiting for them. Kevin was a center fielder where Robbie was a left fielder. They were only sophomores but had a lot of potential no wonder Wilkerson was working with them so much.

“Kevin, Robbie!” Coach Wilkerson hollered out to them. “Lance is going to help me out for a little bit.” Wilkerson walked up to the machine that threw the balls into the air and swiveled it around to make sure it was ready to go. Wherever he would potion the machine a ball would pop out and the two outfielders would have to chase it down. Lance still didn’t know why Coach Wilkerson wanted him.

The first ball popped out of the machine and sailed out toward Robbie. He ran up to it, caught it then threw the ball to Lance. They went on for another ten minutes before Wilkerson spoke to him.

“So I see you’ve gotten cozy with Kip.”

Lance’s mouth dropped open as he looked at his coach. How did he know?

Just then the ball Kevin had thrown smacked against his arm. He cursed under his breath as he rubbed the sore spot. “What are you talking about?” His voice sounded shaky to his own ears.

“Oh come on Lance, I’m not blind.” He waved to the fielders and told them to run four laps then to hit the showers. Lance stood frozen to his spot. Once Wilkerson had the guys off doing other things he turned to Lance. “So have you fucked him yet?”

Lance started to choke. The spit he has swallowed went down the wrong pipe at Wilkerson’s harsh words.

“I take that as a yes.” Wilkerson eyed him from head to toe causing him to squirm from the weight of the stare. “I’m a little surprised Kipper chose to replace me with you.” He barked out a laugh. “He’ll get bored and come back  to me. He always does. So if I were you I wouldn’t get too attached.”

Lance slowly turned and looked toward the bullpen. Kip stood there glaring back but not at him. No, at Coach Wilkerson. Slowly turning back around he looked at Wilkerson and the satisfied smile on his face said all he needed to no.

He dropped the ball at Coach Wilkerson’s feet and took off toward the locker room. He needed time to digest what he just learned.

To be continued 

Nephylim    m/m

Victoria Blisse   m/f

LM Brown    m/m

Elyzabeth VaLey      m/f

Sara York    m/m

MC Houle     m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes  m/m

Wednesday Brief: Out of His League Part 7

Hello Wednesday Briefers! This is my first flash fiction in good lord I don’t know how long. LOL! I’ve been busy with edits, kids, and just life in general. But I’m back this week because Kip and Lance needed some attention. J

Since I’ve been horrible with not keeping up with my Wednesday Brief here’s a quick recap.

Lance and Kip play college baseball and have been attracted to each other from day one. But due to Kip dating someone else and Lance’s terrible case of the nerves, they never acted on their feelings. They shared a steamy shower together witch lead to their first date. Out of His League part 6 left off with Lance and Kip sharing a kiss then heading back to Kip’s apartment at Lance’s best friend’s encouragement. That should bring everyone up to date. So I hope you enjoy!

As always I’ll leave the links to my fellow Briefers. Be sure to give them a looksee.

Happy reading!

This week's prompt:....  Take your hands off him!

Alternative prompts

I cry when I hear that music because....

Or

Use a gravestone, a popsicle and a pair of feathered slippers.

Or

There was just something about... that made me want to hide under a blanket

Or

What do you want from me?

Out of His League Part 7

“I was worried you wouldn’t come join me.” Kip’s smiled deepened. His gaze dropped to eat up every inch of Lance’s naked body and his dick began to harden.

Lance chuckled as he pushed Kip out of the way to step under the water. Kip couldn’t tear his eyes from Lance’s body. He seen him before in the locker room shower but knowing now was it, that they were going to seal the deal and have sex made this a whole new ball game.

He wanted to kiss those sweet lips then ride Lance’s body until he was screaming his name to the heavens. Lance was one of those guys Kip could see himself falling in love with. A real kind of love not what he thought he shared with Peter. Lance was kind and caring. All the things he ever wanted in a man.

“Kip, baby?” Lance circled his arms around Kip’s waist and held him close. “Why are you so quiet? That’s usually my thing.” He shrugged as a grin spread across his lips.

Kip tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. To finally see Lance be confident and make the first move was more than he could have expected. Standing up on his toes he brushed his lips against Lance’s. Soft and gentle at first then realizing he needed more to cool the burning fire in his gut, he fisted his fingers in Lance’s silky blond hair and pulled him down, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss.

He could feel a moment’s hesitation in Lance before he unleashed the sexual being residing in his body. Lance turned around pushing Kip up against the cool tile wall. He gasped for breath. Lance took the opportunity to take what Kip was so willing to give. Their tongues dueled in a wet sloppy kiss. Both so eager for what was to come.

The feel of Lance’s hard cock rubbing against his own caused a muffled cry to seep past his lips. Lance slowly pulled back nipping at Kip’s bottom lip as he did. Kip’s mouth hung open begging for more of Lance hot moist tongue.

Lance held his gaze as he slowly worked his way down his body. Kip’s stomach quivered as Lance dropped kissing here and there down his torso. Once Lance was eye level with Kip’s dick he ran his tongue of the head, dipping his tongue into the slit tasting Kip’s pre-cum. Then without warning, Lance engulfed his entire shaft down to the root.

“Sweet Jesus!” Kip couldn’t hold back his scream. He never expected to ever see this side of Lance. And he could honestly say he loved it.

Lance licked and teased the engorged cock making Kip squirm with every hard suck. He started to fidget and bit the inside of his cheek hard. The orgasm pooling in his balls was minutes, if not seconds, away from detonating.

“Lance, stop,” Kip moaned as he gently pulled at Lance’s hair. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come.”

“That’s kind of the point.” Lance stood up and took another step closer to him until their chest touched. A mischievous glint shined in his eyes.

“I know but I want you to be inside me when I come.” Kip rested his hands on Lance’s ass jerking him closer.

“I want that too.”

Kip turned off the water and they got out of the shower. After drying off he led Lance to his bedroom. He didn’t bother with the light. Kip just walked to his dresser grabbed the lube and a condom. He turned to see Lance relaxing back on his elbows as he sat on the bed. Lance caught him staring and curled a finger beckoning him to come to the bed.

He couldn’t help it, Kip followed the command. “Someone is feeling extra sure of himself now.” Kip teased.

“You bring it out in me.” Once Kip reached the bed Lance tugged him down and covered Kip’s body with his own. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you walk out onto the field.” Lance’s face became serious. “I don’t usually do things like this.”

“Like what?” Kip asked as he soaked up the heat coming from his lover’s body.

“Random hook ups. If we do this it’s going to mean something to me.” Lance ran his fingers down the side of his face and Kip closed his eyes at the tender touch.

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you, Kip. I want you for more than a quick fuck.”

If he could have jumped up and down Kip would have. “That’s good because I want you too and not just for tonight.”

Lance smiled down at him them captured his lips in a hard kiss. Their tongues moved in an erotic little dance as they rolled around on the bed. Kip felt around on the bed until he found the supplies he had dropped there. He brought his hand up when he found his prize.

Lance sat up and rolled the condom down his length. Kip watched his every movement in eager anticipation for what was to come. Letting his legs fall to the side he opened up for his lover. Lance crawled forward until the head of his cock kissed Kip’s pucker. With a nod of his head Lance pushed forward. Kip’s back arched up off the mattress at the slight burn. Lance paused once he was seated deep within Kip’s ass.

“God you feel so good. So tight,” Lance said breathlessly. He started to work his shaft in and out of Kip’s body in a quick pace.

Kip couldn’t speak. All he could do was enjoy the ride. Lance dug his fingers into Kip’s hips as he thrust faster and harder. Kip pushed back to meet Lance’s rhythm. All too soon he felt his balls tighten as his cum shot out his body.

“Kip!” Lance screamed as he filled the condom. 

To be continued…

Nephylim     m/m

Sara York     m/m

Lily Sawyer      m/m

MC Houle     m/m

LM Brown   m/m

Eden Connor     m/f

Julie Lynn Hayes  m/m

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..."

Or

the alternate prompts are: Machiavelli, rain, nuance

Or

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

Or

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.

“Hey!”

“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

Julie Lynn Hayes   m/m

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

it.

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

him.

"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

clone."  

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

team.

"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

relationship.

"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."

"Thanks." 

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

much? 

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

time.

"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

expense.

"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

problem."

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

matchmaking."

"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

guy."

"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.

Jeez."

"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

night." 

"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

happens."

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