Showing posts with label m/m erotic romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label m/m erotic romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Homocentric Nature of the Ancient Greek World with Kayla Jameth



Welcome back to one of the most witty M/M writers Kayla Jameth, with her new short 496 BC, and some of the background research she did on the tale.  

My latest release 496 BC continues the story begun in Alexios' Fate and can be found in the MLR anthology Lust in Time. It can be read as a standalone, but does better if you've read Alexios' Fate first.
496 BC takes place on the Attic coast after Alexios and Galen set sail with King Lykos on his way to deliver Cyrus to Delphi. The title is actually the year the events take place. I had the series set roughly during that decade, but the naming of the stories in the anthology required an actual date. So I buckled down and did some research on the Persian War, structures present at Delphi during that era, and what city-states were overrun by the Persians at different times. There is a little slop (pool term) in there, but that is the closest I can come to an actual date that gets me everything I need in this story and the series in general.

But the most important aspect of this story is it gives us our first look inside Galen's heart and mind, exploring his feelings for Alexios, his new status as a recently freed slave, and his antipathy toward his lover's mentor. As well as giving a better view of slavery, class status, and the homocentric nature of portions of the ancient Greek world.



There are some basic facts that play into that homocentric culture. The first of which is pederasty. Pederasty is the practice of an older male taking a teenaged male under his wing for guidance. This relationship was often sexual, especially in Crete where it originated. Athens kept the sexual aspects as well. Although, Sparta considered the older male in the role of a foster father and thus any sexual interaction was considered incestuous.

Homocentric means fundamentally that boys hang out with boys and girls hang out with girls. None of this mix and matching that is considered PC these days. In Athens, that font of democracy, women and girls were kept in the back of the house unless they were slaves and the men owned the world. In Sparta where women had more rights than anywhere else except Egypt, the boys and girls trained, but were still segregated.

Everywhere, however, class distinctions were the rule. The upper class boys were mentored by older men of their class or higher. This was social networking at its earliest. Commoners might be apprenticed, but not mentored by their betters. Women and slaves were at the bottom. Free women might aspire to being considered better than slaves, but slaves had more relative freedom than any woman. A slave could leave the house, have a trade, and even buy their own freedom. A woman needed permission and an escort to leave her home.

Greece has been considered a place where homosexuality was embraced, but that isn't quite the truth. Pederasty is an age-based system. The eromenos, the boy being mentored, had to be a youth, not another man. Equals could not be lovers. Rarely did the relationship extend past maturity. Any sexual behavior was intercrural, between the thighs, because penetration was for women and slaves.
Male brothels did exist, populated by slaves and war captives. The prostitutes often shaved to continue to look like "youths."

Men who visited the brothels or had an eromenos were still expected to marry and produce heirs. Their wives were kept in the background and were rarely part of their lives. So the eromenos was the only one who could be considered "out" in anything approaching the modern sense and even then only until he reached maturity.

The Spartans, on the other hand, were homophobes. If two men were found together, they had to redeem Sparta's honor by either committing suicide or going into exile. Even though the Spartans revered their own Prince Hyacinthus, one of Apollo's male lovers, with a religious festival every year.
Every city-state was autonomous and had its own culture set against the backdrop of the Hellenistic world. We just lump them together as Greeks even though they arose from different clans.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Author Lex Valentine Tackles Openly Gay NFL Players


Later this week, I'll be attending the GayRomLit Retreat in Albuquerque, New Mexico. In perfect timing, I'm hosting one of my OCC/RWA chapter mates Lex Valentine.

I’m Lex Valentine and Louisa was kind enough to invite me to guest blog here today.  Since you’re readers of Louisa’s blog and writing, I’m sure you’re familiar with erotic romance. Well, my newest novel isn’t just erotic romance. It’s also a gay romance, a coming out story about two best friends who become the first two openly gay players in the NFL.

I don’t know if you ever wondered what it would be like if players, coaches and owners came out of the closet while they were still active with the team. I sure have. My wondering led to writing and a series of three novels came to life in my head. The series, Out in the NFL, became an obsession for me. I read articles about athletes in the big five leagues who didn’t come out until after their careers were over. And I’m pretty sure there are players whose careers are over but they still haven’t come out.

I don’t know what the fear is for athletes. Loss of endorsements? Loss of respect on the field or court? What could be worse than hiding who you really are for the better part of (or in some cases all of) your life? Hiding sucks. Lying sucks. Not being free sucks.

Most people say the reason is simple fear. Unfortunately, I think we all can relate to simple fear. Fear of the unknown. We’ve all experienced it. We’ve all been embarrassed by it when our fears turned out to be without merit or given much more credence than the situation warranted. And it’s this kind of fear that drives my two main characters.

Evan and Reed are not afraid to come out to the public. What they are afraid of is something deeper and more intrinsic to their natures. They are afraid of losing each other. They’ve been friends since they were six. They’ve done everything together. When, as teens, they each discover the true nature of their sexuality, fear raises its ugly head.

Each boy is afraid of what his best friend will say or think if he admits to being gay. Remember, these are football players. These kids hear the derogatory remarks regarding gays on a daily basis in the locker room and at school. Each boy is afraid if he comes out to best friend, he will lose him. And this childish fear, once given fertile ground to grow in, becomes the biggest fear of their life…losing their best friend.

At eighteen when they finally do come out to each other, one is in a budding relationship with an older boy. You don’t tell someone who is in a relationship with someone else that you love them. So the other issue they each have been carrying within them is left in the closet so to speak. They love each other, but cannot divulge that emotion for fear of losing the most important person in their life, their best friend.

For years these two men hide this very important emotion from each other. Simple fear keeps them from telling the truth. Simple fear compounded by their personal issues, the fact that they are gay and out in the NFL and the fact that they each have hidden this secret for a long time. The monster under their beds has grown to enormous proportions over the years. And then finally, it happens. The truth comes out. Instead of destroying a friendship, the best case scenario occurs and the two men end up together.

It has a HEA. After all the angst in this book, they surely deserved it. For all those people out there who would like to bang together the heads of these two characters, it doesn’t matter. They would still have been just as stubborn and afraid. Only on this one topic were they ever silent with each other. When they finally tell the truth, they realize how childish those fears were but in the moment, faced with losing the most important person in their world, they cave in to their fears and play it safe, zipping their lips.

Now, you have a little background on my guys. So I’m going to post a nice excerpt, a link to the trailer and some buy links. Hoepfully, this background I’ve given you will help you understand my poor misguided football players.

Thank you for coming by and thanks to Louisa for having me here today!

Lex Valentine

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Blurb:
Evan McAdam has two constants in his life--football and his friendship with Reed Matthews. From the age of six, Evan's played football alongside Reed. In his teens, he realized he was gay and loved Reed, but fear kept him from confiding his deepest emotions to his best friend.

When he and Reed are drafted to the L.A. Stars, Evan decides to come out. His decision impacts Reed who's been in the closet too. The two men struggle with secrets of unrequited love while facing the world as the first two openly gay NFL players.

When injury forces Evan to retire, the love he bears Reed can no longer be hidden. But will Reed be able to reciprocate, or will Evan lose both football and the man he's always loved?

Excerpt:

Reed held his breath and watched the play of emotion across Evan’s face. He probably shouldn’t have been so blatant about what he needed, but he couldn’t stop himself. All he could think about was that Len lay dying and it could so easily have been him had he ever given in to Len’s whining about his use of condoms. Right now, he needed Evan to make him feel alive, to chase away the specter of death and disease. He needed to feel whole, and only Evan could give that to him.

“You’re overwrought. You don’t know what you’re asking.” 

Evan’s voice quivered a little, and Reed could feel the tension in his friend’s body. He could also sense an underlying current of fear in Evan’s voice although he had no idea what Evan could fear. 

“Yes, I do. I want you to make love to me.” 

There. He’d said it aloud. All his hopes and dreams since he was fifteen years old, laid out for Evan in words of one syllable. No mistaking them for anything except what they were, a blatant invitation for Evan to fuck him. He opened his mouth and made the invitation even more clear, the words driven by the emotion he’d held so long inside.

“I want you. I need to feel you touch me, taste me. I need to be with you. I want your arms around me, your cock inside me. I need to be with someone who cares about me. For sixteen years, it’s been you and me. Even Len and Bryce haven’t come between us. It’s always been you and me.” 

Reed poked Evan’s chest with a finger when he said you and his own when he said me. Evan blinked and shook his head as if he were dazed. “I-I don’t understand. Where is this coming from?” he asked with a frown.

“It’s coming from deep inside me, Ev. Whenever something is wrong, you’re there for me and vice versa, although God knows it’s usually me with problems not you,” he said with a tinge of bitterness at the life destiny had given him. “This time, I need more than just hand-holding. Will you give it to me?”
He stared at the man he’d loved since they were kids. The man he’d shared everything with. The one he couldn’t imagine his life without. And he willed Evan to say yes.

A long, soft breath escaped Evan, tension leaving his big body. “Yes. You know I love you. I could never say no to anything you ever asked of me.”

Reed pushed himself against Evan’s chest, his hands coming up to frame the handsome, beloved face of his best friend. “Then just love me. Death is cold. I need to be warm.” He pressed his mouth to Evan’s, and a pleasure like none he’d ever experienced exploded inside him.

Evan’s lips were soft and warm, gentle in a way Reed hadn’t known men could be. He took control of the kiss, took control of Reed, his hands and his mouth leading Reed to ecstasy. Their tongues slid together, tentative in the way of new lovers but without urgency or fear, just a growing awareness and heat. Evan’s hands slipped over Reed’s shoulders and down his back, causing a slow burn in Reed’s veins. 

The limo turned a corner, and they rocked, swaying with the movement of the car. Reed pulled his mouth from Evan’s, and they stared at each other, breathing hard.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want,” he asked as pain threatened. He needed Evan, but he could walk away if Evan didn’t want him.

The big man pushed a trembling hand through his sandy hair. “I want it,” he replied, reaching for Reed’s hand. He pulled it toward him and pressed it into his lap. 

Beneath his fingers, Reed could feel the hard ridge of Evan’s erection, and his heart sang in triumph. 

The evidence of Evan’s desire was enough for him tonight. He didn’t need to own Evan’s heart although he yearned to. 

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Reluctant Romance: Guys and Guys #M/M


Reluctant Romance: Guys and Guys
Various Authors

Sometimes true love is reluctant to blossom and needs a little bit of coaxing in order to come out. But a strong will and a heart filled with determination will triumph every time! The authors of the Bigger Briefs present to you these m/m tales of lovers who just need a gentle prod to push them into the relationship they’ve been yearning for.

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Excerpt

While Zane showered, Neil picked up the living area and called in for a pizza to be delivered. He’d changed his mind; he didn’t want to go out. What he wanted was privacy. Zane had just joined him in the living area when the pizza guy showed up. Neil quickly paid him as Zane got them plates.
“Where do you want to eat?”

Zane shrugged. “In the living area is fine. I just usually sit in the couch.”

They ate in silence. He noticed that Zane acted like he hadn’t eaten in a month. Once they were finished, Neil moved closer to Zane on the couch, laying his arm behind Zane’s head.

“Okay, spill it. I want to know what’s the deal with you. You never leave to go to work, you shut yourself up in here for days on end, and you refuse to commit to me. No more, Zane. I can’t take it.”
Zane stared at Neil, then he stood up. “Maybe it would be easier to just show you.”

He led Neil to one of the bedrooms he kept closed. Opening the door, he stood to the side and waved his arm. “Everything you want to know is in there.” Then he turned away and went back to the living area.

Neil walked in the room. Covering one entire wall of the room were photographs. No, not photographs, covers—book covers. Covers he recognized. A laptop sat open on a desk and on it were endless paragraphs. A multi-purpose printer sat to one side. Notebooks, paper, and books lined a bookshelf. A mini-fridge sat in a corner and a coffee maker was close to the desk. Awards were all over the walls. Shocked, Neil took in the office—an author’s office. One of the biggest named authors’ office. His heart stuttered in his chest. Zane was the gay male author Sivad… which was his last name, Davis, spelled backwards.

“Dear Lord.”

Stumbling out the door, he found Zane on the couch, head in his heads. “So, now you know who I am.”

Neil sank down on the couch next to him. “Why’d you hide this? Why do you act like this is something to be ashamed of? Zane, you have a God given talent, and nothing—do you hear me—nothing to be ashamed of!”

Zane raised his head, meeting Neil’s eyes. “I’m not ashamed of being gay, or of what I write, in either career. But I kept them separate because I knew mainstream publishers would flip if they knew. Homophobia is alive and well, don’t think it’s not. I was dumped by some of those very same publishers when word got out.”

Neil took Zane’s hands, holding them tightly. “What happened?”

Taking a deep breath, Zane held it for a second, then released it. “Long story short, I caught my boyfriend of two years in bed with another man. I kicked his ass out. Pissed that he lost his free meal—me—he outed me. He knew what could happen—fact is, he did it to hurt me. Some of the mainstream publishers told me I needed to go elsewhere, and they were not very nice about it either. They were horrified that I wrote what they called gay porn.”


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Friday, May 25, 2012

Debut author: Go Big or Go Home

Very excited to welcome V.S. Morgan to the blog, discussing her debut M/M release, "The Gift." I'm done saying it ... after this mention ... but Morgan was a student in my Writing the Short Story for Anthology Call-out class in January, and I'm thrilled to see the 1Night Stand she wrote for the class now published!


Has life ever kicked your ass? It’s kicked mine a few times. My response? Get back up and make the best of things.

A few years ago, I realized I was playing it safe after a few of these ass kickings. I had drifted into a job I excelled at and made good money but was miserable. What was missing? The answer was I had no creative outlet. After some soul searching, I came to the conclusion that I was cruising through life. After a resounding “fuck that!”  I decided to go big and pursue my writing dream. I now balance the day job and my writing career with the goal of becoming a full-time writer one day.

I’m happy to share with you an excerpt of my first book “The Gift,” part of the 1Night Stand series from Decadent Publishing.

“The Gift” is a reunion story.  Life did some ass kicking, and as a result two lovers had to go their separate ways. Were they okay? Yes. Were they whole? Hell no.  So what happens when they take a chance with a 1Night Stand?

Thank you, Louisa, for hosting me and for all your support in my journey. 

Thanks everyone for stopping by! Please comment with your email address for a chance to win a copy of “The Gift.”



The Gift
By V.S. Morgan
1Night Stand series, Decadent Publishing

At twenty-two, rancher Wyatt Malone sacrificed almost everything, including the Dom he served and loved, to raise his younger brothers. Now, with the ranch running well, his grown up siblings surprise him with a trip to a Caribbean paradise and a date from Madame Evangeline's 1Night Stand. Taking his courage in hand, he fills out an application that bares his soul for a single night of surrender to a nearly forgotten passion.

Rafael is a Dom without a sub. His desires exceed the available men in the dungeon he frequents and memories of rejected love keep him aloof. Can the submission of a Montana cowboy free him or will the date be nothing more than another meaningless scene?

Excerpt:

Rafael blotted his mouth with his napkin and placed it on the table. Wyatt set his fork down and waited. The old familiar energy pulsed between them. Heat zipped through his groin, and he shifted in his seat as his erection pressed against his jeans.
“Wyatt, you asked Madame Eve for a Dominant for one night.” Rafael slid a keycard on the table between them. “If you accept my invitation to play, you will take this card and be in my suite, ready, in fifteen minutes.”
Without hesitation, he reached over and grasped it. When his wrist was grabbed, tugging him forward, Wyatt braced his free hand on the table and accepted Rafael’s lips. At first they brushed, a tease, and then the kiss became a sensual play of tongues. His heart pounded at the taste of curry and tequila. He twirled his tongue around the other man’s and groaned. Rafael’s lips trailed across his jaw and down his neck, stubble scraping across sensitive skin, creating a rasp of pleasure that flowed all the way down his spine.
The Dom followed it with a nip on the bottom lip and then pulled back, twisting Wyatt’s wrist slightly to glance at his watch. Rafael released him and leaned back with a wicked grin. Wyatt’s heart raced.
“You now have thirteen minutes.”
  
About V.S. Morgan

V.S. Morgan has lived all over the United States but now calls Minnesota home. She incorporates her travels and experiences into her stories whenever possible. V.S. dreamed of becoming an author from the tender age of eleven after snagging one of her mom’s Harlequins. She writes contemporary, suspense, and paranormal m/m with heart and heat. “The Gift” is her debut publication. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Rainbow Romance Writers and Kiss of Death chapters. When not writing, V.S. is playing with her dogs, practicing Kempo Karate, and reading lots of erotic romance.

Where to find V.S.

Facebook – V.S. Morgan
Twitter - @vsmorgan1

Thursday, May 17, 2012

The Choice of Love – Hop Against Homophobia



Today, I’m happy to take part in the Hop Against Homophobia. Commenters will be entered to win an electronic copy of my M/M novel, “The Vampire & The Werewolf: A New Orleans Christmas,” and U.S. winners also can get a goody bag, including a NYC “Rainbow” condom. (If you’re international, we can talk shipping costs!)

On many levels, I don’t get involved within political spectrums. With my background in journalism, we’ve been taught to stay objective, which often means don’t sign anything, don’t protest and certainly don’t stick any sort of candidate signs on your doorstep. (Too bad my conservative mate doesn’t feel the same way, but that’s another subject!)

Anyway, equal rights and the right to marry and love who one wants is vital. It’s hard to imagine that it’s even an issue, but I’m glad that the subject has become forefront in the minds of many people. Unfortunately, I’ve seen a relative pass away without his loved one by his side, because at that time there were no regulations or provisions in place.

Paul lived with his partner for more than 10 years. Growing up in a traditional, Italian family, his parents never addressed the relationship. Instead, his partner was his “roommate.” In the early ‘90s, when Paul contracted HIV, and then AIDS, he was hospitalized for his final few weeks. Since they were not married, his partner had no rights to visit him in the hospital, and the parents did not allow it. Seeing and knowing that added trauma had a profound effect upon me. How could his family keep the person he had chosen to share his life with, away?

Since then, we’ve come a long way. Even though many states do not allow same-sex marriage, there is paperwork that an individual can do to ensure their wishes are met in an emergency. The solution is simple: Let everyone have that chance, and choice for love.

Here’s a glimpse at the M/M novel I’m giving away as part of this hop:


The Vampire & The Werewolf: A New Orleans Christmas
Louisa Bacio

Vampires and werewolves don’t mix … or do they?

Before there were three, there were two. When a vampire swoops in to save Trevor from a rogue gang’s blood sport, the werewolf must fight his own inhibitions. The magic of New Orleans and the holiday season bring together these two unlikely lovers.

Thank you for visiting, and please leave an email address so the winner may be contacted. The contest ends May 20, and a winner will be chosen via Random.org the following day. Also, make sure to visit the other stops on the Hop Against Homophobia.

Louisa Bacio

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Getting Schooled on M/M with Daisy Harris


Daisy will award a $20 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Do you like college boys? It’s a time of experimentation. Erotic romance author Daisy Harris takes readers on new excursions, whether it’s with her wet and wild Urban Merman, the Love-Bots or her retelling of M/M mythology. Now, it’s time to go back to school with College Boys, Men of Holsum College 1.

In the opening chapter, Harris writes the syllabus for a misaligned romance: Wanting a bit more privacy after the death of his mom, Chris moves into a single dorm in a new residency. He ends up neighbors with Peter, who is gay and the guy Chris woke cuddled against in a tent.

While Peter obviously sports a “straight-man crush” on Chris, the straight-man fights his own attraction:

“In clothes, Peter seemed skinny. But topless, he was strapped with ropey muscle that ridged along his sides. Maybe it was because he was mostly naked, but his walk was sort of a strut. And—was that a nipple piercing?”

Although Holsum is known as a small, liberal college, unfortunately, homophobia exists. Chris fights against it in the opening chapters and tackles it head-on later. Along the way, he questions his own sexuality but doesn’t dishonor Peter.

The minute Harris explains the thin, makeshift wall separating the two dorm rooms, I immediately waited for the scene when the wall comes down. She not quite that overt, but the story definitely pays out – in a subtle, growing romance to full-on physical contact. Harris delicately and artfully captures the intricacies within life and the hearts of readers with these college boys.

Blurb:

College Boys
[Men of Holsum College 1]
by Daisy Harris

When soccer star Chris moves next door to an openly-gay classmate, he doesn’t realize the wall between their rooms will be so thin he’ll hear his neighbor’s every move. But soon he and Peter become friends, and Chris is intrigued—imagining what happens on the other side of the wall.

Active on the Queer Student Council, Peter wishes he wasn’t so damn hot for his straight neighbor. He can’t tell if Chris is flirting or in denial or what, but Chris’ innocent overtures lure Peter into flirtation that throws his world into chaos. Peter doesn’t want to date a closet case, but he desperately, passionately wants Chris.

Soon Chris must choose whether to run away from his new feelings or embrace a relationship with the guy he loves. And Peter must decide if he can give his heart to a guy who hasn’t yet figured it all out.

Excerpt:

Peter listened to the sound of Chris stomping around next door but couldn’t figure out if Chris was trying to be loud for some reason or if he was drunk. “Hey, Chris.” Peter had been going out of his way to be extra friendly ever since their unfortunate date. Of course it hadn’t really been a date—Peter had been completely delusional thinking that it was. But regardless, their first attempt to interact outside of their connected room had been a disaster, and Peter had been trying ever since to feel back on his footing.

“Heya Pete!” The volume and cadence of Chris’s voice told Peter that he indeed was drunk. “Have a good night?”

Peter looked down at his chemistry textbook, open on his bed. He cursed the professor who had set the midterm for Friday. Most classes’ midterms had been earlier in the week, and the entire campus seemed to have started their post-test celebrations early. “Just cramming for the test tomorrow.”

“Aw, man. Forgot about that. Sucks you still have one left.”

“Yeah.” Peter closed the book and set it aside. His vision had gone blurry from hours of staring at diagrams.

“You should blow off some steam,” Chris said through the wall. His voice was different—quieter and more tentative.

Peter wasn’t sure what he meant, so he just answered, “Yeah, I’ve got a couple parties lined up for tomorrow night.”

From next door, Peter heard some moving around and then the sound of Chris’s door opening. Still, Chris’s knock startled him and Peter looked up. “Yeah? Come on in.”

He knew it was Chris, but that didn’t stop Peter from feeling lightheaded when he saw the other boy in his doorway. A red blush striped Chris’s cheeks, but Peter couldn’t tell if it was from the cold outside or if he was embarrassed. His blond hair seemed to sparkle under the hallway lights.

“Can I come in?”

Peter blinked. “Uh, sure.” He piled his books and papers onto the floor and shuffled to the far end of the bed. The only other place to sit was a chair, and Peter’s pulse raced as he wondered whether Chris would chose the seat or flop down on his mattress.


He almost swallowed his tongue when Chris did the latter, bouncing like a happy Labrador onto Peter’s bed. Peter could smell the beer and sweat on him and under that the rich masculine scent Chris always left behind in the showers.

“So, you wanna watch porn tonight?” Chris gestured over to Peter’s laptop sitting on his shelf. He stretched out, leaning back on Peter’s throw pillows as if he hadn’t just suggested something insane.

“Um…” Peter wasn’t sure how to respond. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in case he was somehow misinterpreting Chris’s suggestion. “Really?”

“Man, you should see your face.” Chris slapped his arm in that mock-fighting way he had in the car. He looked at Peter with his big, blue eyes—all innocence and temptation. “C’mon, it’s no big deal.”

Peter tried to cover his panic with a snicker. “It’s not every day someone asks me on a porn date.” He hoped Chris was too wasted to hear his voice tremble. Ever since Chris’ birthday a couple weeks back, his soccer buddies had been pushing him to drink past his limit. Normally, it pissed Peter off, but that night he was grateful Chris probably wouldn’t remember. “I should have bought you a corsage.”

“Dumbass.” Chris socked him in the arm again, though this time it was less of a slap and more of a stroke. He smiled in that good-natured, country-boy way of his. “I used to watch it with my old roommates all the time.”

Peter smirked. “How very heterosexual of you.”

Chris ignored his snide remark and used his bare foot to point at the laptop, as if he was too lazy to get out of Peter’s bed. “Load it up, man. I want to be shocked and awed.”

“Fine.” Peter stood just far enough to reach for his computer. He tried to distance himself emotionally from what was going on, even though his cock was already hard and his skin felt so tingly he worried he’d climb onto Chris’s lap.

“So, do you have a favorite site or something?” Chris curled up to cross-legged, his eyes intent on the screen. He bit his nail, looking sexy as hell—excited and curious.

God. Peter thought he was going to burst into flames. He wished he were drunk, too. Then he’d have an excuse to lean in and kiss Chris’s damp, pink lips. Peter could touch him, maybe fondle him or offer a blow job. And if Chris turned him down, he could blame it on the alcohol the next day. But unfortunately, Peter was stone-cold sober and too much of a chicken anyway. “Yeah, there are a few I like.” He tried to sound nonchalant, though his hand shook as he struggled to use the touch screen. “Some can be pretty gross.”

He opened a site that he thought wouldn’t freak Chris out too badly. The guys were clean-cut and young. The lighting was good. Everyone used condoms. “So, um…What do you wanna watch?”

Peter couldn’t look at Chris as he waited for the answer. He kept his eyes glued to the screen as if the thumbnail pictures were the most fascinating things he’d ever seen. But he listened with every fiber of his being for what Chris would reply.

“Uh…what do you mean?”

Confused, Peter turned his head to find Chris only inches from his face. Chris was looking at the computer, his body lined up with Peter’s but not touching. And unlike Peter, who had only pretended to be riveted to the screen, Chris was staring at the images with wide eyes, like he was terrified and fascinated all at once.

About Daisy Harris

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

 If you like science-y subplots, fantastical creatures, and red-hot chemistry, you’ll love Daisy Harris.