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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Smutty Advent - Day 22

Day 22

Tide watched Lance take fifty zillion family Christmas pictures and grinned. The little pop up studio in the mall was making Lance a mint and today was the last damn day.  Thank God.

Tide thought Lance was wasting his time and his talent, but his boy said he’d needed the money for a special project. Tide admitted he was curious, but he was even more eager for Lance to be done so they had their time together again.

His boy needed attention, time, and well, to be honest, so did he.

He cheered as Lance ushered the last family out of the little store and locked the door. Hallelujah.

Lance took a deep breath, then nodded like he was satisfied, like all was settled.

He waited until Lance came into the little back room and wrapped his arms around his boy. “I’m glad you’re done, boy. I have holiday plans for you.” Of the kinky variety.

“Ho ho ho?” Lance chuckled for him and leaned right into his strength.

“Yeah, something like that.” He took a kiss, really delving into Lance’s mouth. This was his and he was taking it back.

“Tide!” Lance arched into him, and his boy opened up like magic. God, he’d missed this, missed having Lance in his arms, taking one kiss after another.

He hardly let up long enough for them to take any breaths, so focused on the way Lance tasted, on the sensation of his boy in his arms.

“We’re in the mall, love.”

“I know, darling. I just need you. It feels like our schedules have been at odds all month. Now it’s time to focus on each other and have the best holiday ever.”

“You, me, hot cocoa and peppermint sticks.”

“And other sticks.” He winked at Lance and rubbed their middles together.

“Gingerbread stickmen?” Lance teased.

“That depends on whether or not I taste like gingerbread.” He was pretty sure that he didn’t.

“Gingerdick breadmen?”

Oh, his boy was on a roll.

Laughing, he took Lance’s mouth again. “You’re done, right?” he asked, suddenly serious again. “No more days and evenings in this little studio or on the computer working on prints.”

“No. No, I was working on instant shots today. That’s it.”

“Good, I’m taking you home and filling you with Christmas Cheer.”

“I like that plan. I like your cheer. Can we go now?”

“Come on.” He wrapped his hand around Lance’s and led his boy home where they would celebrate Christmas all tied up in ribbon.


Lance had worked his ass off to be able to afford to get Tide the perfect present. He’d worked for days to earn enough to get his lover something no one else had. 

He’d found a Harley -- 1980s vintage, restored and shiny -- and he’d managed to buy it and get it home without Tide knowing. He was so ramped up he wanted to explode. 

Tide curled around him and groaned. “I know it’s Christmas morning, but it’s like five-thirty a.m.”

“Uh-huh.” Five-thirty and he was never, never, NEVER going to be able to sleep.

Tide cracked open an eye. “You want to go do presents, don’t you?” It was an accusation, but at the same time, he could see the smile threatening on Tide’s face.

“I totally do. You? I’ll make coffee!”

Tide chuckled and kissed him hard before letting him go. “I could do presents if there was coffee. Hell, I could do presents if I get to sit there and cuddle with you while we do them.”

“Uh. I’m gonna need you to come downstairs, first. There’s something I need help with.”

Tide looked surprised, but nodded. “Okay. Before coffee?” His lover was already up, though, pulling on a robe. Tide really did love him.

“I’ll make you coffee right after. I promise.” Just come downstairs.

Tide tied the rope on his robe and slipped into a pair of flip flops and took his hand. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

They went to the elevator and he pressed the button for the parking lot under the building. Tide’s eyebrows went up, but his master didn’t say anything.

Don’t ruin the surprise. Don’t ruin the surprise. Don’t ruin the surprise.

He pulled Tide along, their fingers twisting together. “Where are we going?” Tide finally asked when they were almost at their parking spot. “I didn’t bring my car keys with me.”

“Oh. I did. Here.” He tossed a set of keys over. 

Tide managed to catch them, and he looked. “These aren’t my car keys. What did you do?” Tide walked faster toward their spot. Then he stopped cold. “Oh my god. Oh my god, Lance.”

“Merry Christmas, Master.”

Tide tugged him close and wrapped him a tight hug. “It’s perfect! How did you know?”

The truth was, he’d found Tide’s magazines when he’d been putting some of his stuff away in the closet.


Truth was totally overrated.

Tide and Lance are from the first Iron Eagle Gym novel The New Boy.

Lance Packet just got a contract to shoot an erotic BDSM deck of cards; the only problem is finding models. So far everyone he’s interviewed thinks he’s looking for sex for hire. Then in walk three perfect examples of men: Tide and his friends, Tyrone and Bran.

Tide Germaine is a model and a Dom. He and his best friend Tyrone opened The Iron Eagle Gym as a place for gay men in the lifestyle to work out, do scenes, and congregate with like-minded men. The modeling is just another job for Tide, but it soon turns into a grand seduction as Tide falls for the shy, self-conscious photographer. The problem is Lance doesn’t believe he’s in Tide’s league, and he’s not at all sure about the Dom and sub thing.

It’s not going to be easy, but Tide’s going to have to convince Lance he belongs at Tide’s side as both lover and sub.

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