Smutty Advent - Day 5

For today I have a print copy (and a smutty excerpt) for The Closet Boy. Just leave a comment, preferably with your email address in the comments and I will randomly choose a winner on Saturday December 10.


Smutty Excerpt:

Way woke up in a rush, pushing away from Neal and stumbling toward the bathroom. Was he late for work? What time was it? What day was it?

Fuck.

Neal’s voice flowed in from the bedroom. “Way?”

“Uh-huh. I just… work?”

“It’s Sunday, Way.”

“Oh.” Thank God.

“Come back to bed, love.”

He did his business and washed his hands before stumbling back to bed, to Neal’s warm body and waiting arms. He cuddled in with a soft sound, letting Neal cocoon him in pure happiness.

“Mmm. I do love waking up with you.” Neal rubbed their noses together before kissing him. Neal’s mouth closed over his, warm and gentle, grabbing his whole attention. Oh. Oh, morning kisses. Yes, please.

His whole body took notice, his cock beginning to fill, his nipples going hard like they were looking for Neal’s attention. Warm hums vibrated along his tongue, Neal’s happy noises intoxicating. Neal groaned for him and reached for his nipples, letting them ache.

“Needy boy.” The words sounded like something special, like a prayer.

Neal pinched his right nipple, then stroked, almost gently, and Way moaned for his lover, sharing their sounds under the blankets.

Rolling him onto his back, Neal half covered him, body hot and solid, so real. The pressure felt sort of amazing, holding him, surrounding him.

As their shared kisses continued, Neal touched him all over, fingers gentle as they brushed past his nipples, a little harder for the strokes over his abs. Neal grabbed his hips, squeezing, then brushed across his cock.

His hips rolled like they were offering Neal everything, like they totally had a mind of their own. Neal grabbed his ass in one hand, squeezing and tugging him up against Neal’s body. The thick cock pressed against his own and against his belly, Neal moving them easily together.

Way had dreamed about this type of thing—touching and rubbing together—for years, since he had been a kid and tugged himself off in the night. His dreams hadn’t been enough, though. Nowhere near.

Way’ra Bernard is only twenty years old when his parents kick him out of the house. He has been brought up to believe being gay is wrong and he is going to go to hell for it. He tried very hard not to be gay but couldn’t change the way he felt. Now he’s living furtively in a closet on the third floor of the place he’s working as a janitor—the Iron Eagle Gym.

Neal McPherson is an unattached Dom in his midtwenties and a member of the gym. One evening after working out, he notices Way’ra on the stairs and he’s immediately attracted and intrigued, so he asks Way’ra out. Unable to come up with a reason to refuse and also interested in Neal, Way’ra accepts.

There are a lot of obstacles to the relationship they attempt to build after their date, not least of which is Way’ra’s upbringing and his lingering doubts about the kinky sex Neal enjoys. But with patience and persistence, Neal might convince Way’ra not only to accept himself, but to loosen his inhibitions enough to explore and find a happy ending together.


Buy links:
Dreamspinner Press
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Amazon
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Sean 

smut fixes everything