Special Guest Julie Lynn Hayes

Today Julie Lynn Hayes is visiting and discussing her upcoming release Revelations. And I must say it sounds fantastic. I've already pre-ordered my copy and cant wait to read it! Without further delay, here is Ms. Hayes.

The Making of Revelations: How it came to be

The idea was born many years ago. Over forty, actually. When I was a teenager. Back then, it didn’t have a name, and it had no real shape. But I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to tell the story of Judas Iscariot. The trouble was I didn’t know how.

What drew me to Judas, is probably what you’re asking yourself, and that’s a valid question. Ask anyone else who Judas is and you’ll get answers that are probably all variations on a theme of betrayal. I’m not sure exactly when I began to question that, but I do know that when I saw Jesus Christ Superstar performed live back in 1971 (or thereabouts), I had an epiphany regarding him. I saw him, not as the bad guy as often portrayed, but someone who not only believed in Jesus but was willing to do what he needed him to do. For without Judas’ “betrayal” of Jesus, the story would not have worked out the way it did. It needed to happen that way. And if you read the Gospel of Judas, he was the only apostle who trusted Jesus enough to do that for him. Gives one food for thought, doesn’t it?

Very interesting, but where’s the story, I wondered. Was I going to take an historical perspective, research the man and his life? Easier said than done, especially back then. We had no Internet. We didn’t even have computers. Research was all done through books. Libraries had card catalogs, a far cry from today when you can log onto your library website and browse their selection, then request what you want. So I looked and I found bupkus (nothing). I had the Bible, of course, but it tends to be limited on information, as well as a bit biased.

So nothing was written, and I let it go, as my thoughts formulated in the back of my head. In the meantime, I was reading, watching… and learning. King of Kings was my first Biblical movie, and I loved it. Jeffrey Hunter’s portrayal of Jesus is very moving, and I was very enamored of the film. Jesus Christ Superstar – I think I know all the words, I’ve listened so many times. I liked the stage version, but the first film not so much.

Besides watching these things and others, I read. Christopher Moore’s Lamb, The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal. What a fabulous book! I loved it! So much I bought the special edition. And I read The Gospel of Judas! Forty years ago I’d never heard of such a thing. Of course I read the DaVinci Code, and watched the movie. And everything began to percolate inside my head…

Then one day it happened. Judas spoke to me, for the first time. And I simply began to write it down, not knowing what he might say, or where his story might lead. It turned out to be quite the story and took me on quite the journey, and led to places that I didn’t expect it to. If he’d have spoken forty years ago, I would not have been ready to receive his message. But my life up until the moment that I first heard him speak prepared me. And the result is Revelations.

The original title was Kyrie Eleison, a tribute to the Mister Mr. song, Kyrie. Kyrie eleison means Christ, have mercy on us. But then fellow author Marie Sexton, who was reading Kyrie for me at the time, suggested a simpler title. A better title. Revelations. So Revelations it became.

I know there are people who will not like Revelations, and by extension, me. People who will not see the message it carries, only that it does not follow what they believe. But ultimately, no matter what you believe, Revelations is a story of love. Love is the message, and love is something that binds us all together.

Revelations is love.

Thank you for having me here, enjoy your day!

Blurb:

Judas has never been very popular, not in any incarnation that he and Jesus and the others have lived through. But he doesn't care about that. All he cares about is following the instructions of God as set forth in the script that they follow. And Jesus. For Judas has secretly loved the son of God for over two thousand years.

But now he decides that enough is enough, and he's tired of watching Jesus die far too early, and for what? This time Judas is determined to see that Jesus lives a long and happy life, no matter what price he has to pay to accomplish it...no matter if he has to make a deal with the devil himself.

Revelations is a story of what could be, told by those who play it out, time after time after time, unbeknownst to the rest of mankind.  They've come back again, for yet another round.  But this time is going to be different.  

Excerpt:

Prologue: God

            It's not always easy to sit on the sidelines and watch what is happening, to resist the urge to intervene in his best interest.  My son's that is. Jesus. But I do so, because I know it's for his own good.  As well as for the good of mankind. I can't let my concerns as his father override my vested interest in the fate of man. But sometimes that is easier said than done.

            This morning I am not alone. Someone else is with me, someone with his own agenda, although we are not as diametrically opposed as some would imagine us to be. Good and evil aren't the simplistic concepts some would portray them as being—there are more grey areas there than you might think. And rightly so.

            He smirks. Too much for my taste, I have to admit, but sometimes he does have his moments, and he too has a part to play in what is happening in the world of men. Someone needs to fill the role of the villain, after all.

            The stage is being set for the third act, the scripts have been handed round, and the actors are taking their places. Will this time end any differently than the others? That depends on my son, on Jesus. I'm thinking this will be the time when he'll make the change.

            "He'll change nothing," Lucifer interjects, although I've asked him nothing, certainly not inquired as to his opinion.

            I glance at him. He's dressed to within an inch of his life, and wears the most ridiculous sunglasses I've ever seen. I decide not to comment on his fashion sense. "I think he might, this time. I think he's ready for change."

            Lucifer snorts. "It's been two thousand years, and neither one has exactly caught on yet. Why should this time be any different?"

            "Care to put your money where your mouth is?"

            He eyes me carefully. "I would, but you see you have this whole mystic omnipotent God thing going on. Personally, I don't care for those odds."

            I arch an eyebrow. "I may be omnipotent, but Jesus does have free will  and he does possess the ability to make his own decisions. You think I'd stack the deck in my son's favor? Just to win a bet with you?"

            "Let's say I'm taking no chances." He smiles. "Tell you what, though—give me free rein.  Let me do what I want, and you not say anything or do anything to interfere with me? As far as they're concerned, that is."

            I open my mouth to object, he hastily interjects. "No killing, I swear to it."

            That's better. I still have some measure of control over the serpent.

            "So be it." I agree, turning my attention back to where it had been, to my son.  I'm smirking now. Openly.

            O ye of little faith, watch and learn.

Author Bio:

Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, and MuseitUp Publishing, and she has also begun to self-publish at various places on the Internet.   

Julie Lynn Hayes Links:

Blog~Facebook~Goodread

Julie's Publishers:

MuseIt Up Publishing~Dreamspinner Press

I'd like to thank Julie for stopping by today and I hope everyone has a wonderful week!

AJ

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

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

Wednesday Flash: Out of His League #3

The weekly Wednesday flash is going to go by a new name, but the name still hasn't been decided on just yet. Even with a different name it is still the same great stories. I'm continuing my Out of His League story this week and at the end will be links to check out the other authors participating in this week's flash.

This week's prompts come to us courtesy of West Thornhill:

“Damn, it’s cold.” or “Whoever said winter was wonderful was off their fucking rocker.”

As alternative prompts, you may use:

moonstone, goggles, retort

or

"If you don't like it, change it"

or

write a story that features a new schoolteacher or schoolmarm or professor - just someone involved in education

Hope everyone enjoys. Happy reading!

Out of His League Part 3

Kip couldn’t hide his disgust at seeing his once upon a time lover. He had no doubt that Peter had stood there and watched him and Lance, invading their special moment.

“Peter it’s not moving on, it’s called living my life.” Kip shrugged. “I’m a young single guy I’m allowed to hook up with whomever I choose.”

“Oh come on Kipper, don’t be like that. I know you miss me,” Peter said as he took a step closer to Kip.

“No I don’t, you asshole,” Kip snapped as he knocked Peter’s hands away. He hated that nickname. To hear Peter use it brought back to many bad memories.

He turned around, grabbed his back pack and headed for the double doors. Just the sight of seeing his lying cheating ex turned his stomach. To think he turned down a scholarship to a college with a division one baseball team to be with Coach Asshole.

“So you think that boy can make you feel the way I did?” Peter chuckled. “Baby, you’re going to miss my touch,” Peter said as he moved closer. “I know you miss the sex we shared. He’ll never make you come the way I did, never.”

Kip narrowed his eyes at Peter. The man thought way to much of his fucking abilities. He did enjoy the sex they shared. It was sex after all but after learning Peter was engaged to a woman, the sex stopped being fun. To be someone’s dirty little secret kind of sucked any fun out of it.

“You’re right; he won’t make me feel the things you did.” Kip smiled. “He’ll make me feel loads better because he won’t be ashamed of me and lie to me.” Kip was taking a gamble on that since he didn’t know if Lance was out or not but anything was better than being used.

Peter lunged forward and grabbed his arm as Kip started out of the locker room. Kip stumbled back. He wasn’t expecting Peter to touch him. As he fell backwards, Peter pulled his back against his chest. He wrapped his big arms around Kip’s chest hugging him tight against him.

“I didn’t mean to lie to you,” Peter whispered low into his ear. “Baby it’s just difficult. Just give me some time. I know we can work this out and get through this.”

Peter started to kiss the outer shell of his ear. Kip bristled at the touch. A few months ago he would have caved under the onslaught of attention from his older lover. He would have begged Peter to fuck him, to make him come. But now the only thing he felt was loathing.

“Get off me.” Kip pulled out of Peter’s embrace. “You no Peter, why don’t you go home to your fiancé. Maybe she’ll believe your lies.”

“Your young, you can’t possible understand what I’m going through,” Peter growled at him.

Kip rolled his eyes as he started to turn away. He didn’t need to hear any more excuses. Their relationship was over and he owed nothing to Peter.

“Baby, stop. I’m sorry okay.” Peter went to grab onto his arm again. At Kip’s raised eyebrow he raised his hands up in surrender. “I just wish my life were different.”

"If you don't like it, change it," Kip said. Without a backward glance he left the room. As he walked down the long hallway he thought about all he gave up to be with Peter and it was all for nothing.

He met Peter almost two years ago when he came to offer Kip an athletic scholarship to Clausen State. Kip had plenty of offers from other schools but it was Peter who made the offer he couldn’t refuse. He hated himself for letting his youthful attraction dictate where he attended college. The only thing good that came out of coming to Clausen was meeting the adorably shy shortstop.

Kip reached the parking lot and got into his car. The sun was beating down hard and the temperature was so high a person could fry an egg on the sidewalk.

He turned over the engine and flipped on the AC. The warm air became cool within seconds. Kip closed his eyes and relaxed back against his seat. A smiled tugged at his lips as he thought back to the first time he saw Lance.

When Kip arrived on campus he had met the whole team but there was only one guy who stood out amongst the rest, Lance Kinsley. He was older than Kip by one year but painfully shy. That attracted Kip to him instantly but he was still with Peter so he brushed those feelings aside. Because unlike Peter, Kip wasn’t a cheater or a liar.

Kip hated knowing he wasted so much precious time with Peter when he now knew that Lance had feelings for him. Well, that was all in the past now. He was free to be with who he wanted and he wanted Lance.

He smacked his hand on the dashboard like a judge making a ruling. Whatever it takes he would make Lance his for more than just a one-time tumble in bed. There was something between them, he felt it deep inside. He just prayed Lance felt the same.

Gripping the gear shift tight in his hand, Kip put the car into drive. He had a date with his blond haired angel and he didn’t want to be late.

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Be sure to stop by these other authors sites. Good reading all around!

Mathilde Watson 

Lily Sawyer  

Victoria Blisse

Julie Lynn Hayes