Smutty Advent - Day 19

Wow, December 19 already - this month is just determined to march along as quickly as the rest of the year has!

Today's contest is for an ebook copy of Window Dressing. As always, leave a comment on this post for a chance to be entered to win.

Window Dressing is set in Ottawa, and the outside of the house is based off one I often pass when headed downtown and I've always loved it and wondered what the inside looked like - with this book, I have roomed and furnished it from my imagination - it's how I would like the insides of it to look.

Window Dressing

Will Finn and Jared recapture what they lost in time for Christmas?

Finnegan Gables moved away six years ago, leaving behind his friends, the city he grew up in, and his lover, Jared McNaughtly. They weren’t ready for a commitment then, but now Finn’s back and hoping to rekindle their Dom and sub relationship…if he can find Jared, that is.

Jared’s not had an easy time of it since Finn left. His one attempt at staying in the lifestyle resulted in a stalker, forcing him to change all his contact information and move to a new apartment. He’s disillusioned enough to have left the lifestyle altogether.

A chance crossing of their paths bring them together the week before Christmas. Can they move past their separation and everything that’s happened in the last six years to find a Merry Christmas together?

Originally released with another publisher.

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Moaning, Finn deepened the kiss, pushing into his mouth and tasting him thoroughly. The big body pressed against him, Finn hotter than the fire. Jared moaned, too, rediscovering the places they’d fit, once upon a time.

One of Finn’s hands slid down his spine, fingers slow and lingering. Jared shivered, scooted closer as he tried to get more contact. Finn slid his hand down farther, grabbing Jared’s ass and pulling him in tighter, giving him what he wanted—what he needed. A low moan pushed into his mouth, and he could feel the heat of Finn’s eager package against him. He was not alone in his need.

“Tell me this isn’t a bad idea,” Jared begged.

“This is the best idea we could have, boy. We still make fireworks together.”

“Fireworks at Christmas?”

Finn smiled, nodded. “Exactly.”

Finn lifted him, and he wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist. Laughing, Finn carried him easily to the huge chair in front of the fire. Jared knew suddenly that this was where Finn sat a lot, to relax, in his private time. He could picture the man there, in front of the fire.

Finn nipped at his bottom lip, the sharp sting getting his full attention.

“I’m with you!” The words came back so easily.

Finn laughed and kissed him hard. “Good, because for what I’ve got planned, you need to be.”

The wicked words made his belly clench, made him cry out with arousal.

Finn began to undress him, fingers pulling the buttons open on his shirt. The low groan Finn let out as his skin was exposed was gratifying. His head fell back, lips parting on a gasp. Taking advantage, Finn pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, lips warm. The tongue that followed the same path was blazing hot. The touch made him arch, made him cry out, the sound surprising him

“God, you’re starving,” Finn murmured against his skin.

“Been a long time.” Too long. He could admit he was starving for sex.

“Drought’s over, baby.” There was a promise in those words.

“Baby.” No one had called him baby or boy in years.

“I’m trying not to be presumptuous, Jared, but it’s like you waited for me.” Finn peppered his words with hot, sucking kisses across Jared’s neck.

“I just... no one did it for me.” Shut up, Jared.

“Except for me.” Finn gave him a shit-eating grin and then kissed him on the lips, hard enough his lips mashed against his teeth.

He groaned deep in his chest, legs squeezing Finn tight. Finn’s hands grabbed his ass, fingers digging in.

“We should sit down before we fall down,” Jared suggested.

Finn sat down heavily in the chair. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“You.” He wanted Finn.

“Yeah, you got me.” Finn kissed him again, bending him backward as the kiss deepened.

His prick pressed against Finn, his belly tight. Finn tugged him closer, rolling their bodies together. Even through the multiple layers, he could feel the heat of their bodies rubbing. His balls drew up, his body aching like he was a teenager. Finn went back to undressing him, undoing the rest of his buttons and tugging his shirt out of his jeans.

“Couldn’t believe it was you.” Finn’s words burned against his skin. “Right there, like you were waiting for me to walk by and find you.”

“I wasn’t even watching outside,” Jared admitted.

“No?” Finn licked around his navel, fingers teasing the waistband of his jeans, slipping beneath it but not undoing the top button yet.

He sucked in, knowing his muscles rippled. He worked hard for this body. He swore he could feel Finn’s groan along the skin of his belly. 

“You always were the sexiest man I’ve ever known.”

Jared hoped so. “Good.”

He felt Finn’s smile. Then Finn unbent to kiss him, fingers working open his jeans’ button now and tugging at the zipper. His cock—pierced at the tip with a heavy ring, his only body mod—pushed out, eager to reintroduce itself to Finn.

Sean

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Smutty Advent - Day 17

Wicked Gift is from a few years ago - and it was so much fun to write. This one is M/M/M. 

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Wicked Gift

Alec has the perfect gift for his lover Kono this year -- his best friend Swan.

Kono has a lot of fantasies about being a submissive, while Alec likes to watch and Swan is the best Dom he knows, so a week together fulfilling Kono's fantasies seems like just the ticket.

Of course, he hasn't taken into account that maybe there are stronger feelings at play here between all of them. Will these three men turn out to be exactly what they each need for Christmas this year?

Wicked Gift is a reprint – the publisher has changed.

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Prologue

"So, are you interested?" Alec looked at his oldest friend, oft-time fuckbuddy, and the best Dom he'd ever met. "I know Kono wants more than I can give him, and you know what I like." He liked to watch. A lot.

Swan gave him a long, considering look. "How intense are we talking here? A little light spanking or some deep submission?"

Alec's cock jerked. "We have a week off together, Swan. I want... I want to see his fantasies come true."

"Am I in charge?"

He looked Swan over, remembering when the buff blond had been a skinny little college kid, both of them experimenting. "Where do you see me fitting in?"

"What you do best -- you're watching." He got another look, this one smoldering. "I'll take you on, too, though."

"You might not be able to handle two at a time."

Swan chuckled. "We're not in college anymore, Alec. If I'm coming in on this, I'm the Dom. Full stop. We won't both be playing that role, and I'll be in charge."

Alec's cock was hard as nails, his heart pounding, but he fought to keep a straight face, a poker face. "Can you commit to a week?"

"I can."

"I want to do this for him." If he wanted to do it for himself, too, that was his own business.

"I do make a hell of a Christmas gift." Swan gave him a wink.

"Ho ho ho." Alec grinned back, going for suave, sophisticated, which, okay, not his strongest suit, but it wasn't an impossible stretch for a software engineer, right?

Swan laughed and held out his hand. "So we're on?"

Alec shook on it. "You'll be at the house Friday night?"

"I will. You want me to wear a ribbon around my prick?" Swan was teasing him. He thought.

He took the man at face value, just to be sure. "Nope. Leather. I'll order pizza."

"No home cooked meal from Kono?"

"I always order pizza on Fridays." He liked being able to give Kono a night off from cooking, and god knew, that wasn't going to be because of his own culinary skills. He was a lucky man to have found someone who loved him who was also a damn good cook.

"All right then. I'm looking forward to some good meals and better service, though. Just to let you know." Swan smiled, the look predatory. Hot.

"You know I don't cook. Kono's food is stunning, which if you'd come over to the house more often, you'd know." So maybe his gift to Kono was a little bit selfish; he missed his best friend. They saw each other every few months, but more often he and Kono would meet Swan at a play or a restaurant or something like that, not at the house.

Swan just looked at him. "I usually stay away from temptation. Especially when it belongs to a good friend."

"Kono is temptation itself, huh?" His lover was a lovely man, dark-skinned, long-haired, trim and fine.

"He is. Of course his lover's not so bad either." Swan's gaze swept up and down his body.

Alec snorted, flexed, playing. "Geek chic."

Swan laughed. "It's the glasses that do it to me, baby."

He flipped Swan off, knowing that Alec wasn't his type, not really. They liked to fuck; they'd done it a lot in college, but the man was a Dom. He liked beautiful, submissive men.

Swan leaned on the bar and pushed Alec's glasses up a bit. "Don't sell yourself short, Alec."

"I don't. You want another beer?"

Swan went with the change of subject. "Yeah, I want another beer, and I want details on what Kono's fantasies are."

Alec waved to the waitress, held up two fingers. Swan gave him a grin, heated anticipation in the bottle-green eyes. 

"Perv." God, Swan was hot.

The man just laughed. "Look who's talking."

"Hey, I just like to watch."

"Exactly." Swan grabbed his beer which had just arrived and clinked glasses with him. "Exactly."

They grinned together, and Alec knew, no question, that Kono was going to have the best Christmas present.

Ever.

Sean

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Smutty Advent - Day 16

I got all my rights to my Resplendence titles back a while ago and I've been saving the two Christmas stories for now.  So I'm so pleased to be able to offer you this one again.

Comfort and Joy is a sweet story about a cop who is missing his deployed husband during the holidays. Scroll down for a smutty excerpt!

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Comfort and Joy

Lawson Sanders has been forced to take some time off at Christmas as he’s been working through holidays and doing overtime on the job while his husband has been deployed. He finds it easier to ignore the loneliness if he’s busy. He’s filling the time with Charity work—wrapping presents, serving food, anything that will keep him busy this Christmas.

Steven Ford’s been working as an army field nurse overseas for the last two years. He’s gotten used to barking out orders and not being home. He’s just mustered out, though and is home to surprise his husband Lawson just in time for the holidays.

Just before Steven left, this Dom and sub officially got married, but they never got a honeymoon and now they need to rediscover how they fit together. Can Steven and Lawson regain what they’ve been missing for the last two years and reconnect for Christmas?

Previously published by Resplendence Publishing

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Steven napped, then woke up around ten p.m., his body still eight plus hours ahead. He headed to the kitchen, started coffee, gave Ginger a treat, and then rummaged for food. He was fucking starving.

The fridge was mostly empty, but he did find bread and peanut butter, as well as bananas. PB&B sandwich it was.

There had to be an all-night grocery store close. He’d eat and then go buy supplies. Beef jerky. Chocolate. Beer. Steaks. A roast the size of his head. Cranberries. Cheerios. Man, he needed a list.

Out of the blue, Law came running in like the hounds of hell were after him, making Ginger bark.

“Oh.” Law drew up short and started at him. “You’re still here.”

“Uh-huh. I was hungry. Sandwich?” Steven wasn’t going to let either of them get stressed out. He got it, though.

“Uh...yeah, yeah. Sure.” Law sat and gave him a wry smile. “I woke up and you weren’t there. I thought maybe I’d dreamed the whole thing.” Law touched his arm, fingers lingering. “Pretty real dream.”

“Totally real in that utterly not a dream way.” Steven put the peanut butter knife down.

Law grinned. “Yeah. I guess I was a pretty good boy after all, what with Santa bringing you home for me for Christmas.”

“Yep. I am the best present ever.”

God, Law was stunning. Stacked and wide and so damn hot.

“You are.” The heat in Law’s eyes nearly burned him to a crisp, right there in his chair. “Did you eat? Are you ready to go back to bed?”

“I was making a sandwich. You distracted me.”

“How about we order a pizza from that all night joint. It’ll give us enough time for you to blow me before it comes.”

“Oh, ho! You think you deserve that?” Fact was, he’d happily agree to that.

“I sure do. I haven’t felt that mouth around me since the night we said, ‘I do.’” Law got up and grabbed the phone.

“I do love the taste of your prick, the way you scream.”

“Oh, you’re going to make me scream, are you?” Law watched him for a long moment, then made the call.

Steven bebopped over and hit his knees, fully intending to make this the hardest pizza order Law had ever done.

Law’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t back up, didn’t make any move to stop Steven.

“Do it,” Law ordered. “What? Oh, no hello. Delivery, please.”

Steven took Law in in one fell swoop, sucking fast and hard, giving his lover no quarter.

“Fuck!” Law stared at him. “No. No, sorry. Something on the uh, TV.”

Steven chuckled and rolled Law’s balls in his hand. Law whimpered, then cleared his throat. Several times.

“Yeah, yeah, I’d like a... a...” Law’s free hand landed on Steven’s head, fingers digging into his scalp.

Oh, hell yeah. Steven swallowed around the tip, moaning loud enough that Law had to feel it. A shudder went through his stud and the hold on his head tightened. He glanced up, finding Law’s grip on the phone white—knuckled.

“Meat lovers. Large. Mountain Dew. And uh...” Law’s eyes closed.

Sean
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Smutty Advent - Day 15

And here is the last of the Hammer Christmas books. Although not for long - a new one is just waiting to drop! But more about that later.

Day 15 has a contest for an ebook copy of Twas the Night. As always, leave a comment on this post to be entered into the contest.

Twas the Night

The men of the Hammer come together to celebrate the holidays on Christmas Eve, sharing a meal and a toy-filled game of White Elephant. The gifts are as naughty as the men, each one chosen with care. Will everyone go home with exactly what they want?

Featuring Marcus and Jim, and Billy and Montana, along with other Hammer couples.

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Sean
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Smutty Advent - Day 14

Another Christmas Hammer Story - it's been a tradition for quite a while! This one is Top Bidder. Again, just leave a comment on this post for a chance to win an ebook copy of the book.

Top Bidder

Kurt joined the staff as a waiter at the Hammer Club because he wanted a Master of his own. He’s shy, though, and just one boy among the many looking for that special someone to dominate them. In fact, he’s working the night of the Hammer’s Annual Christmas Auction when Master Markus asks him to fill in for a sub stuck in traffic.

Master August noticed Kurt when he first started working at the Hammer, but hadn’t approached the boy, wondering if they were compatible. When he sees Kurt on the auction block, he figures it’s the perfect time to test out their chemistry without putting any pressure on either of them.

Will Kurt and August find what they’re looking for in each other? Find out in this Christmas Hammer tale.

Previously published by Torquere Press.

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Sean

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Smutty Advent - Day 13

Day 13's contest is Need for Sale, another Hammer holiday story. As always, leave a comment on this post as your entry for this contest.

Need for Sale

It's been two years since Neil's Master Chris passed away unexpectedly and he's ready for someone to touch him again. More than ready. The problem is that everyone is respectfully keeping their distance. Participating in the annual Charity Hammer Auction seems like the perfect opportunity to announce his readiness, and to get some of the touches he craves so badly at the same time.

To Neil's surprise, his best friend and neighbor, Master Dalton makes the winning bid, leaving Neil to wonder if he must continue to exist alone and untouched. Master Dalton has a secret, though, one that might change Neil's life forever.

Previously published by Torquere Press.

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Sean
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Smutty Advent - Day 12

Day 12's contest is for an ebook copy of Christmas Homecoming. As always, just leave a comment on this post to be in for the contest.

Christmas Homecoming

Grady's been waiting for over two years to see his lover, Joey, who's been deployed in Afghanistan. It looks like it's going to be Valentine's Day at the earliest before they're reunited, though. Oliver's been keeping Grady busy during the holiday season, and he just might have a Christmas surprise for Grady at the Hammer's annual Charity Auction that the man will never forget.

Previously published by Torquere Press.

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Sean
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Smutty Advent - Day 11

As I'm playing catch-up, I'm not going to be doing excerpts of these next few Hammer holiday stories. I will still be doing contests for them, though.

Today's contest is for an ebook copy of Christmas Angel. As always, just leave a comment and I'll choose winners next weekend (or thereabouts).

Christmas Angel

It’s Christmas Charity Auction time again at the Hammer Club, and this year Oliver has convinced Kein to put a couple of hours of time up for bid. Kein, confidence shattered by his Dom leaving him, is worried that no one will want him, even just for a couple hours of service.

Mac is attending the auction for the first time, and he’s drawn to Kein as soon as the beautiful sub walks onto the stage. His is the winning bid, and he and Kein retire to one of the back rooms to have dinner and get to know each other better.

Will sparks fly between them? Could Mac and Kein be each other’s Christmas angels?

Previously published by Torquere Press.

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Sean
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Smutty Advent - Day 10

This one follows directly on Christmas Auction - following Gil and Xan post-auction.

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New

For three years in a row Gil has bought Xan at the Hammer's Christmas Charity Auction. The first two years, they parted ways after their one night of play. This year Gil asked Xan to stay.

Xan wants nothing more than to trust that the third time's the charm, that this time Gil is free and clear, and able to become his Master. The thing is, he's having a little trouble trusting that Gil's sudden desire to keep him is real and is going to last.

Can they make a fresh start for themselves? Or will Xan's doubts sink them before they've even really begun?

Previously published as New: The Two of Swords.

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Excerpt:

Trying to catch his breath, Gil smiled at his new boy, the words "Yes, Master," still ringing in his ears.
Xan was beautiful. Shaved all over, and the lack of hair allowed the tattoos and multiple peircings stand out, let them shine. The man's torso was covered in spiky black ink -- the patterns were fascinating, one flowing into the next and the next, leaving only that glowing ass bare. Add that to the double rings in each nipple, the genital piercings -- Xan was stunning.

And his.

Three years in a row he'd bid on Alexander at the Hammer Charity Auction. The first two times had been that one night only. Hell, the first year he'd been with someone, though they weren't exclusive.

This time, though, the third time, they'd gotten it right.

Xan was going to stay because Xan was his.

"I'm going to make love to you now." He'd worked Xan over, plugged him, put a cock ring on him, set weights on his piercings. Now it was time to take the beautiful ass and make it his.

"Yes, Sir. Please." No. Not Sir. Xan called any Top Sir. Gil had never heard 'Master' from those lips until tonight.

"That's not what you call me." There'd be no making love until Xan got it right.

"What do you want to be called?" Always pushing. Always.

"You know very well what I expect you to call me, boy." He was in for a wild ride, he could tell; he hadn't had a challenge like this in... maybe ever.

Xan moaned, the long body rippling beneath him. "I've never called anyone that before." No, and Xan never would call anyone else Master again.

"That's because it's what you call me. No one else, no one ever. Just me."

"Yes. Yes, Master." Xan shivered, the arousal and need and happiness in those eyes fascinating.

"Good boy." He brought their mouths together, rewarding Xan with a kiss.

Xan pushed into the kiss, trying to take control, needing him. He grabbed Xan's ass, squeezing it as he pushed back; this was his kiss, Xan was his boy. His boy who needed like no one else.

He ran his hand along Xan's back, feeling the heat and welts from his earlier beating. Xan gasped, twisted and groaned for him, whimpering into the kiss. He slid one hand down to grab the base of the plug inside Xan and twisted it. His boy jerked, pulled away from him.

He tugged Xan back up against his body. "We're not done here yet."

"I just... wow."

"Get used to it." He watched Xan's eyes as he twisted the plug some more.

"What if I can't?"

"Then it's going to be very interesting for a very long time."

Those ice blue eyes flared for him, lit from within. "I can handle interesting."

"Yeah, so can I, boy."

The challenge was coming, he could feel it. "Can you handle me?"

"If I couldn't, we wouldn't be here right now."

"You're not with anyone else now, right?"

He growled. "I would have never asked you to stay if I was. And you'd better not accept if you aren't free and clear." He wasn't the type to share.

"Don't snarl at me! I haven't been with anyone but you in a year!"

"Good." He wouldn't be ashamed of wanting his boy to be exclusive.

Xan stopped, staring at him. "Good?"

"I'm glad there hasn't been anyone else."

"I wanted you."

"And now you've got me."

"I." Xan looked at him. "I have no idea of what to do now."

"You don't have to." That was his job now.

He cupped Xan's face and brought him in for another kiss. That clever, hungry mouth was worth a thousand troubles. He rubbed his prick against Xan's belly, groaning into that sweet mouth. Xan's fingers traced along his belly, down toward his cock.

He bit Xan's lower lip. "I didn't say you could touch."

"You didn't say I couldn't."

"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you?"

"Yes, S...Master."

Sean
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Smutty Advent - Day 9

Nine years ago, I wrote Christmas Auction, the first of the Hammer Christmas stories. There are seven of them altogether, but this is the one that started it all. And it's now available on Kobo as well as Amazon!

Leave a comment on this post for a chance to win an ebook copy of Christmas Auction. And see below for an excerpt.

Christmas Auction

Christmas at the Hammer Club means charity auction time. This year Marcus has been roped into emcee duty and everyone has pitched in, offering time, abilities and themselves.

This is Alexander's third year giving away six hours of hard play, but it's also his last as he's headed to the east coast. He's hoping to catch the eye of the Dom who's won him at the auction the last two years running. He can't help wishing it was more than just a one night thing.

Also up for grabs is Jeremy, who'd planned to offer some free iron work, but Simon's changed things up and he suddenly finds himself on offer for the whole night to the highest bidder. Who's it going to be? Jeremy has to trust his Master has his best interests at heart.

Join the men of the Hammer for this Christmas tale.

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Excerpt:

The Saturday before Christmas at the Hammer brought with it, every year, their auction for charity. The place was always packed, the items up for bid always fetched a fair price, the proceeds from all food and booze consumed also went to charity and everyone always had a good time.

Marcus, however, was not always the emcee. In fact, this was his first time. Oliver had asked, and how could he say no?

He couldn't.

He stood in front of the mirror, frowning at the red velvet Santa hat on his head. He wasn't sure it didn't look... camp with his bald head. But he'd already refused the red velvet pantsuit, much to Oliver's chagrin. Instead, he wore black leather pants, a dark red shirt, and stompy leather boots. In the pantsuit he would have looked fruity; in what he was wearing he looked, well, toppy. Which suited him just fine.

"Baby? Does the hat work?"

Jim tilted his head. "Not really, but you should wear it just for the auction."

He took another look in the mirror and nodded. Taking the hat off, he put it on the doorknob; he'd put it back on when Xavier called on him to open the auction. Until then, he and Jim had one of the private rooms all to themselves; Xavier had even served them dinner before telling them with a wink that they had almost two hours before things were scheduled to begin.

"Now that that's settled, we just need to figure out what to do to fill the time before I'm needed onstage." He smiled at his baby; he had a few ideas.

Jim was wearing jeans and a long sleeved white T-shirt, long hair worn in a braid down the back. His baby was not completely comfortable with the thought of an auction -- as if any sub ever ended with anyone they didn't belong with. There had even been stories about couples who had met each other during the auction.

Besides, he'd been very clear on what was on offer with Jim -- coffee and brownies served by his baby. Full stop. And he might have asked Jack to bid for Jim on his behalf.

He moved to where Jim was stacking their empty plates and gave that sweet ass a gentle smack.

Those beautiful green eyes met his, wide and warm. "Master?"

"I was just testing out one of the things we could do before I'm needed onstage."

"You'll be wonderful." Jim stepped close, nose sliding on his jaw.

"Mmm." He slid his arm around Jim's waist and raised his head, just enough that Jim could nuzzle into his neck. Jim's lips were soft, heated where they were worshipping his skin. No one loved like his baby did. No one. His eyes closed for a moment and he simply reveled in the touches, the heat, and the scent of his baby.

Sean

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Smutty Advent - Day 7

Don't forget to go back through Smutty Advent Days 1-6 and put your name in for any contests - I'm hoping to pick winners tomorrow or Sunday.

Today's contest is for a copy of The Swag Man Delivers - a short Christmas story that was a part of Dreamspinner's 2014 advent calendar. You could pick up the story individually, or as a part of the whole advent calendar.

Just leave a comment here and I'll draw a winner from that on the weekend.

The Swag Man Delivers

Orpheus “O” Drummond, a recent Ph.D. graduate, is visiting Australia after defending his thesis, and being dumped by his boyfriend. While alone on the beach in Australia was not how he’d originally planned on spending his Christmas, when O runs into Gage, he figures Santa knew exactly what he was doing.

Gage is traveling away from his Texan home, trying to “find himself.” When he finds O instead, he doesn’t think things could have worked out better. Together Gage and O celebrate Christmas in the best way they can think of.

A story from the Dreamspinner Press 2014 Advent Calendar package "Celebrate!".

Available at Dreamspinner Press and other retailers.


Sean
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Smutty Advent - Day 5

Although this book isn't a Holiday book - it has just come out and I have a signed print copy to give away.

Just leave a comment on this post and you'll be entered.

Owned by Fate

Dr. Mike Beteferoce turned his back on magic long ago. His heart broke and his desire for a soul mate disappeared. When he sees his family crest branded above Corryn’s heart, his first instinct is to flee. The last thing he wants now is a Fae interfering in his life—especially one who has already rejected him.

But fate has other plans.

Corryn knows Mike is his soul mate, has known since the sigil was branded on his skin centuries ago. Long before Mike came to him as a studly young dragon just entering his prime. It was far too early for them to be together then, but now their time has come.

But despite their draw to each other, Corryn doesn’t believe Mike can accept him for who—and what—he is. Mike must breathe life into their bond—loving Corryn as both soul mate and Fae—if they are to fulfill their destiny.

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Excerpt:

Micah got a shopping cart and started in the meat department, filling the cart with steaks and pork chops, roasts and chicken. Then he grabbed a bunch of frozen lobsters, more eggs than anyone could eat, Corryn was sure, and a ton of milk.

“Okay, what do you want that I haven’t grabbed yet?” Micah asked, looking for all that mattered like he was enjoying this trip through the grocery aisles.

“Tea. Coffee. Grapes.” He lived on those. And he was feeling good enough now they could take their time and pick up everything in the one trip.

“You and your eternal tea.” Micah headed down to the aisle that said coffee/tea/cookies. “I’ll let you choose the tea. I know my coffee. Should we get cookies?”

“Yes, please.” He loved sweet and crunchy and he was pretty sure Micah did, too. The dragons had a bit of a sweet tooth, to put it mildly.

“What’s your favorite?” Micah asked. “No. Wait.” Micah grabbed chocolate sandwich cookies, chocolate chip chunk and a bunch of shortbread in different shapes. “That good?”

“Yes.” How long were they going to be gone? He added boxes of Earl Grey, Irish Breakfast and peppermint tea, while Micah put in a half-dozen different kinds of coffee. “The candy aisle is the next one over.”

Suddenly they were laughing, acting like naughty children buying sweets. They kept one-upping each other until things were falling out of the cart. An old man glared at them, sending them into more laughter.

Oh, Corryn had wanted this for so long. This was bigger than sex. He’d wanted to become Micah’s friend.

Micah handed him an armful of sweet and tart candies in large bags. “I’ll feed you those later.”

“Yeah?” Corryn smiled up into his dragon’s eyes.

Micah froze, staring at him That gaze was warm, and it felt like everything right now. “Yes. After we fly.”

“Oh.” Flying with Micah would be a dream come true, one he’d never let himself hope for.

“You need anything else we should pick up now? Once I get you up there, it might be a while before I let you come back.” Micah pushed his hair back over his ear.

“I think we have enough.” He shivered, his nipples going tight.

Micah nodded his head slowly, gaze never leaving his. “We won’t starve.”

“We won’t.” Oh, he needed. He needed now. The ache in his balls was deeper than the one in his belly had been. Everything around them seemed to fade, and Micah was the only bright, colorful thing in all the world.

Micah looked around like he was trying to figure out if he could push Corryn up against the shelves and fuck him right there without disturbing anyone.

“We have to check out and go.” They could fuck in the car, right? Maybe? Corryn thought they were going to have to whether it was okay or not. The need was so strong.

“We do. And I imagine the one bathroom they have at the back for customers is pretty disgusting, so we need to find somewhere else private.” Micah definitely looked tempted by the thought of the locked door on the bathroom, though. Hell, Corryn felt tempted.

Finally, Micah grabbed the cart and began pushing it toward the front of the store, determination in every stride.

Corryn reached out, stroked Micah’s ass. Micah whirled around, eyes wide. Micah was so busy looking at Corryn, he nearly drove the cart into the cereal, but managed to get himself back together and veer off just in time.

“Tease,” Micah muttered as he pulled up to a cashier. He started piling their stuff onto the belt.

Every time Micah leaned over the cart to pick something up, it put his ass right in Corryn’s view. Every time he could, he touched, teasing his dragon. He didn’t care if anyone saw or if they disapproved. This was his dragon and he needed desperately.

By the time their order had been rung up and paid for, Micah was down to grunts and clicks, moving at a rapid pace. He had done that, had turned his strong, controlled dragon into a ball of need. Micah pushed the grocery-filled cart through the parking lot like a man possessed and he hit the fob, unlocking the door as soon as they were at the trunk.

Corryn helped unload, nudging and rubbing up against Micah as often as possible. Micah shivered and rubbed back before pushing the shopping cart back to the sidewalk in front of the strip mall. Then Micah grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the SUV.

“There’s a motel two blocks back.” Micah all but pushed him into the vehicle.

Sean

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Smutty Advent - Day 4

I have a new Christmas story coming out this December - the 21st to be specific.

If you leave a comment on this one, you'll be entered into the contest to win an ebook copy of this book.

A Tale of Two Spirits

Danny knows the bookstore he owns has a ghost haunting it, and for eight years they've lived in harmony. Three days before Christmas -- Danny's busiest time of year -- his ghost suddenly turns nasty, throwing books at him, knocking displays over, and deliberately hurting him.

Knowing he needs to deal with this quickly, Danny calls on the medium Denim to help him with his ghost problem. One spirit actually turns out to be two, one of whom isn't all happiness and light.

Can Denim banish the evil spirit haunting Danny's store and save Danny's Christmas? Danny sure hopes so, especially after he meets the handsome medium.

buy links:
Changeling Press (available December 21)
Amazon - available now for pre-order

Excerpt:

Danny checked his watch. Five minutes past ten. It was time to close up. He scanned the store, confirming that there were no lingering customers, then locked the front door and turned the sign from “Open” to “Closed.” It had been a really busy day, and they’d been flat out until about nine when he’d finally sent Samantha home; it was going to be another busy day tomorrow. He both loved and hated the holiday season. He enjoyed decorating the store, and he loved helping customers find just the right book to gift someone with. But he was often run off his feet and usually worked from eight in the morning until ten every day for the two weeks leading up to Christmas.

There were only three days left until Christmas now and he was tired. He couldn’t wait to close the door at three on Christmas Eve and have a day and a half off. After Christmas were the sales, which was also busy, although less so in his little independent bookstore than at the bigger retailers. He’d also have to catch up on all his paperwork before the end of the year, so it would continue to be super busy until January.

A book dropped off the shelf in front of him as he made his way back to the counter to cash out. He sighed and picked it up, reshelving it. Another one landed on the floor in front of him.

“Stop that.” He picked up and reshelved that one, too. He’d no sooner put it away than two more flew past him, slamming up against the counter. He glared around the shop. “Stop it right now. It’s three days before Christmas, and I’ve had a really long day. I’m not in the mood for your shenanigans.” Normally he would have pondered  how wonderful a word shenanigans was, but he was honestly too tired today.

Four books dive-bombed him from the very top shelf, knocking him around the head.

“Hey! That hurt!” He rubbed his head, hurrying to the sales counter.

He knew he had a ghost problem. There had been, in fact, a spirit living here since he’d first bought the place, and, he suspected, for a lot longer than that. But he thought they’d come to some sort of understanding where they both more or less left each other alone. Okay, so Mavis, as he’d decided to name his spirit, didn’t exactly leave him alone, but she’d knock books off the shelves, or ring the bell over the door, making him think there was a customer. One time Mavis had hidden all the Dickens books. He couldn’t find them anywhere. Then he ran across them, neatly stacked, in the back.

Deliberately knocking books on his head was not her style.

He opened the cash register and started counting out the money for deposit. He had a slip that went in with the deposit, while he retained the bottom copy for his records. He did the twenties and went back for the tens. The cash drawer closed so quickly it nearly caught his fingers.

“You really are in a mood today.” He took out the tens to count, and when he was done with those, he went back for the fives. Only to have the drawer slam closed again, this time catching two fingers on his right hand. That hurt hard enough he yanked his hand away and exclaimed out loud. “Ow!”

He glared at the shelves of books that littered the store, but none of them seemed inclined to move under his scrutiny. The place seemed as empty as usual.

He was nearly finished counting when books started flying around the place again. He had to duck, twice, and he hurried through the last of his evening routine. “I don’t know what your problem is, Mavis, but I don’t like it. I’m tired and I’ve worked really long hours and I just want a glass of merlot with my feet up.”

The keychains on the stand next to the cash register rattled vigorously enough that a whole bunch of the book-shaped pieces fell onto the floor with a terrible clang. More books winged narrowly past his head when he bent to pick them up. He decided he could clean in the morning.

Grabbing the deposit, he made a beeline for the door, ducking as more books flew at him. He got out the door and pulled it closed behind him. He locked it and was halfway down the block when he realized he’d left the lights on at the store. Rubbing his head, he decided it could wait. He didn’t know why his store spirit was suddenly so angry, but it seemed very clear to him that she was.

He made his deposit and headed home quickly, eager for that glass of wine. He knew he should probably stop somewhere to grab something to eat, but he also knew everywhere was going to be packed and, honestly, he wasn’t that hungry. He was just exhausted and knew he needed to head to bed fairly soon. Not to mention his head hurt from being pummeled by books.

If Mavis kept it up tomorrow, he was going to have to close the store rather than risk customers getting hurt. He really couldn’t afford to do that. He would easily make tomorrow what he usually did on a decent week any other time of the year.

Sighing as he found himself at home, he let himself in. An aspirin for his head, a glass of merlot for his spirit, and then bed for his body. It was a plan.

Sean
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Smutty Advent - Day 2

This short Christmas story also features former lovers who are currently apart, just like Unto Us the Time Has Come. It's a fairly different story, though - their HEA comes about in an entirely different manner!

For a chance to win a copy of The Perfect Gift, leave a comment on this post.

The Perfect Gift

Harrison isn't feeling the Christmas Spirit, but his new lover claims to have the perfect gift for him. Harrison is sceptical, but he's willing to go along for the ride.

Will there be some Christmas Magic in his stocking this year?

Available at Changeling Press.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Harrison glared at all the sparkly lights on the houses, all the decorations in the yards, all the snow everywhere. “Bah fucking humbug.”

He tried not to think about last year in the silly house that was goofy and a little shabby chic and utterly delightful and filled with love. He also tried not to think about the stupid, pointless argument that had lost him all of that.

“Harrison, lovely.” A slender arm wrapped around his waist, Rick giving him a side hug he could barely feel through layers of winter clothing. “It’s Christmas.”

He looked down at the gamin face, the bright emerald eyes, and tried to find a smile for his new lover, which was, of course, when he fell right over Ollie’s leash, landing in a pile of snow. He supposed it could have been worse -- he could have fallen the other way and landed on the pavement, or the snow could have been slush and soaked him through immediately. Still, not at all pleasant, the wind knocked out of him, the snow finding his collar and freezing his neck. His huge St. Bernard pushed right up over him, staring at him, so concerned.

“Harrison!” Rick fluttered, hovering and looking worried.

Ollie licked his face, drooling all over him. Great. Just great.

“I’m fine. Let’s just go home.” Why was he out walking the big lug again anyway?

Oh, right, because if he didn’t, Ollie would pee all over the damn house and fill the tiny back yard with shit. Literally. Asshole dog.

Said asshole dog licked him, slobber coating his face, and he rolled his eyes. “Okay. Okay, I’m getting up. Turkey.”

Rick helped brush the snow off his coat. “Let’s get you home for a nice cup of cocoa.”

“Thanks, Rick. Sorry. I’m just in a shitty mood, I guess.” A terrible mood if he was honest, and it wasn’t Rick’s fault. Or Ollie’s either.

“A mug of my magical cocoa will fix you right up. So will our meal at La Cuisine Rouge later this evening.” Rick put his hand around Harrison’s elbow and turned them back toward home.

“I’m sure it will. You make the best cocoa ever. I’m not sure what you do to it, but damn.”

“Magical fairy dust.” Rick batted his eyelashes.

“Please don’t be telling me you come in my cocoa.”

Rick laughed, the sound bright and tinkling. And so different from the laughter that had filled his life a year ago. God, he hated Christmas.

Still, he smiled, didn’t he? Rick deserved better than him mooning over what used to be. Harrison took Rick’s hand. “Come on, honey. Home  .”

Ollie heard the word home and zoomed, tugging him and Rick along. Goddamn horse of a dog. Harrison loved him dearly.

You'll have to read the book for Harrison's HEA!

Sean

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Halloweenpalooza Day 3 Contest

Today's contest is for an ebook copy of The Supers. Just least a comment and I'll draw a random winner on the weekend.

The Supers

Hunting ghosts and finding more than they bargained for.

Blaine Franks is a member of the paranormal research group the Supernatural Explorers. When the group loses their techie to a cross-country move, newly graduated Flynn Huntington gets the job. Flynn fits in with the guys right off the bat, but when it comes to him and Blaine, it’s more than just getting along.

Things heat up between Blaine and Flynn as they explore their first haunted building, an abandoned hospital, together. Their relationship isn’t all that progresses, though, and soon it seems that an odd bite on Blaine’s neck has become much more.

Hitchhiking ghosts, a tragic love story forgotten by time, and the mystery of room 204 round out a romance where the things that go bump in the night are real.

It's available at Dreamspinner Press.

Sean
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Halloweenpalooza - Day 2 Contest

Halloweenpalooza Day 2 Contest is for an ebook copy of Beauty and the Beast, the first book in the Fairytale Shifters series.

Just leave a comment and I'll randomly pick a winner on the weekend.

Beauty and the Beast

As a rhino shifter, Tromp knows that he’s not the sexiest beast in the world. In fact he’s clumsy and he can’t see very well, and that’s whether he’s in his human or animal form. Still, he enjoys going to the bar and watching the other shifters hooking up, especially the dancers. Then he sees a slinky kitty dancing on the little stage and he’s immediately smitten. He knows a sexy beauty like that would never go for him, but he’s happy just to watch and fantasize about what could be.

For his part, panther shifter Pepper might be gorgeous on the outside, but he knows most people see him as nothing more than a piece of meat and he’s had a hard past. There’s something in the way the big rhino shifter looks at him while he dances, though, that makes him feel special. So when his stint on the stage is over, he heads right to the rhino’s table.

Can Tromp and Pepper ignore the world’s expectations and find what they need in each other?

You can pick up a copy at Evil Plot Bunny or Amazon or Kobo.

Sean
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Halloweenpalooza Day 1 Contest

On the first day of Halloweenpalooza, my spooky send to me... a contest!

The prize for today is an ebook copy of Shifter Rescue: Scales and of Shifter Rescue: Claws. Just comment on this post and I will choose a random winner on the weekend!

Shifter Rescue: Scales

Sometimes life gives you something magical - if Drill can rescue a dragon that is.

The Old Tavern Club is a front for a shifter rescue organization. The BDSM club works well in keeping the owner's true purpose secret, but when Pirou makes an unusual rescue, it might just be beyond the club's purview. So he calls in Drill, the owner's brother.

Drill has never even heard of a dragon shifter before, much less seen one, yet that's exactly what the beast in the club's basement looks like. As he works with the dragon, he finds all his instincts insisting that this is the sub he's been looking for.

Can Drill and the dragon rescue a happy ending for themselves?

Available at Changeling Press.

Shifter Rescue: Claws

Life is never dull when you've become a dragon shifter's keeper.

Now that Drill is Az, the dragon shifter's keeper, it's time for them to move out of the basement. Being the owner's brother has some perks and Pirou has renovated their rooms to include everything that could make a dragon shifter and a master happy. With a place of their own, Az and Drill are free to explore each other and their special relationship.

The slavers who first stole Az still want the dragon they lost, though, and when they attack, it exposes Az and Drill to the rest of the residents at the Old Tavern Club, including Drill's brother and club owner Drongo. Can Az and Drill survive the exposure?

Available at Changeling Press.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Not Going To RT18 Contest!

Not going to RT? Then this is the contest for you. These are some of the things I'm giving away at RT, but I've kept the stuff in this picture at home. Please leave a comment to enter the contest and I'll pull the winner after I get back. The only rule to enter the contest is that you're not going to RT18!


Sean
smut fixes everything

Throwback Thursday

The Jarheads have come up a lot for me over the last couple of weeks, so I thought I should talk about them for Throwback Thursday.  Here are some thoughts, a reading order, a contest and a smutty excerpt!

Three Day Passes was published back in 2003. My very first book published. I love these guys so very much and all I have to do is think about them and they are right there at the forefront of my mind. A lot of the characters, once they get their story, that's it and I never really think about them again. There are exceptions to that, and Rock, Rig and Dick are right at the top of that exceptions list.

After Three Day Passes came Tempering, and then Out of the Closet. Then, I went back and wrote Don't Ask, Don't Tell and Personal Leave, which both take place BD - Before Dick. Then I finished them up with On the Sand. Along the way there were a ton of  short stories, and some novellas. I've written so many words with them that they very much feel real to me.

Some folks who start with the BD books feel that Dick needs his own man, but for me, they're a threesome through and through and Dick belongs with Rock and Rig and no one else.

One of my favorite comments from a reader with these boys was along the lines of: I started reading this book and thought it was just porn, but as I continued to read, I realized it really is a love story.  Rock, Rig and Dick are the ultimate example for me of how my boys talk with their bodies way more than with their words. The words "I love you" are not spoken often in this book, but I believe that you can't read these books and doubt that these guys love each other more than anything.

Now I'm all nostalgic and I can hear them in my head, clear as day.

If you haven't yet and want to check them out, here is the series list.

So the reading order. Well, it depends on whether you want to read them in chronological order or in the order I wrote them. The short stories and novellas fit in and around the novels, so I'd read the novels first and then the extras. Here's the chronological listing (see above for which books were actually written first.)

Reading Order

Don't Ask, Don't Tell
Personal Leave
Three Day Passes
Tempering
Out of the Closet
On the Sand
Dog Tags and Cowboy Boots
Everyday Stories
The Jarhead Novellas
More Jarheads Shorts

CONTEST! 

Leave a comment on the post and one commentor will be randomly chosen to win an ebook copy of all ten books! I will do the draw on Monday - so get your comment in before then.

So now it's excerpt time, and of course, it being the Jarheads, only a smutty excerpt will do! This is how it all began, the first words I wrote featuring Rock, Rig and Dick. I included the very first section even though it's not smutty simply because it is the very beginning. Anyway, this is long, but then so are the Jarheads. (And Rock says he's thick, too)

smutty excerpt:

Chapter One

The day was fucking perfect.

George Strait on the stereo, brisket on the grill, can of Ranch Style beans on the counter (thank you, Momma) just waiting to be heated up. There was a case of beer in the fridge, a fifth of tequila in the freezer, and a three-day weekend looking him in the face. He'd thrown a batch of scrubs into the washer, thrown on his jeans and one of Rock's old t-shirts. He'd been gone for a few days, quick trip down to Panama to do some training and back. No injuries, no emergencies -- just flying down, some fake fucking blood and assholes getting out of duty pretending to be injured, and flying home. Bing, bang, boom.

Rig wandered out to the backyard, gave Grim some fresh water, checked the brisket, threw a rock at the fence in hopes of shutting up that yapping fucking beast from next door, then headed back in. He grabbed a beer and settled on the couch, flipping past Jeopardy and Jenny Jones and stopping on Emergency Vets. Oooh...the innards of a turtle. Pretty fucking cool.

The front door banged open, Rock's voice calling out. "Honey, I'm home!" Before he could reply, Rock's head popped around the wall. "I brought company -- you decent?"

"In body if not in spirit, Rocketman." He grinned at his own personal marine. Shit, but the man looked good in BDUs. "Who came to play? Reed? Wendling? Gonzales?"

"Nope, new meat." Rock came around the corner, dragging a kid, not quite as tall as Rock, looking as green as this morning. "Come on, Dick-head."

"Name's not Dick-head," muttered the kid.

He nodded over, looking at Rock with one raised eyebrow. This didn't look like something Rock usually dragged home. "Hey kid, name's Rigger." He didn't move, just watched, taking a swig of his beer.

"Richard Main." The kid held out his hand and Rock smacked it.

"Grab a seat, Cherry-Pie." Rock flung himself down on the couch next to Rigger and grabbed his beer, helping himself to a long swig. "Friggin’ barracks are full-up and the CO's got us teaming up with newbies straight out of basic. Dickie-boy here is my cherry and I get to keep him until something opens up. Supposed to be fast-tracking them up to speed or something. I don't know, I just do as I'm told."

"Pushy asshole. There's a case of longnecks in the friggin' icebox." He grinned and snatched his beer back. "So, you're set to abusing the young'uns again. You'd think they'd learned after what happened to the last set." Fuck, but he loved teasing the cherries.

"Last time?" The kid's voice squeaked.

"Mm-hmm." He stretched lazily, making sure Rock got a look at his crotch. "Was classified, of course, but I'm a medic on base, so I heard everything. Poor sweet kids."

The kid was looking from him to Rock and back again, mouth hanging open. Rock was just looking at his crotch.

"Either sit down or go fetch yourself a beer." He arched an eyebrow, shifting his hips. "You are legal, right kid?"

"I won't tell anyone if you don't. I mean -- if he's gonna fuck me up the least you can do is give me a beer, right?" The kid looked at him a moment. "Fridge?"

He pointed through the arched doorway. "Kitchen. Watch for Grim. He's likely to be sleeping in there."

"Grim?" The kid was squeaking again.

"Yup. Mastiff. One hundred and ten pounds. White teeth, black nose and ears. Sleeps by the back door. You can’t miss him." He'd kick Rock's ass if the asshole laughed now. Grim was quite possibly the biggest wuss in the state, but he looked like a killer -- at least until his tail started wagging.

"Is he gonna think I'm stealing the fucking beer?"

"I hope not. They say you shouldn't act scared -- it just pisses 'em off worse."

Dick snorted. "Gee thanks."

"Get me one, too, Dickweed." The kid flipped Rock off and headed toward the kitchen.

Rigger chuckled, "Damn, Rock. Could you have gotten a greener one?"

"They were all pretty fucking green." Rock let his hand slide down Rigger's thigh. "This one though..." Rock shrugged. "He felt right, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, Rock, I got it." He hummed, stretching beneath Rock's big hands. "He's got a nice little body, too. You're damned good at picking 'em."

"Years of practice." Rock gave him a grin, hand sliding to tease his cock for just a moment. "So how was Panama?"

"Hot, wet, fucking mosquitoes everywhere." He pouted dramatically when Rock's hand fell to rest below his knee. "Did you have to bring company today, Rock? How long's he staying?"

"What? You don't like your present?"

He grinned. "You're sure he'll play, Blue?"

Rock shrugged and stole his beer. "Like you said, I'm damned good at picking 'em. I'm betting he's pure cherry and will jump at a chance at that mouth of yours."

The cherry walked in, two beers in hand, Grim bouncing along happily behind him. "I met your killer."

"Ooooh...they do have sarcasm where you come from. Impressive." Rigger grinned and held his hand out for Grim who came to slobber and snuggle and irritate the fuck out of Rock, which was his real job in life.

"Oh, no, I meant it. Nearly drowned to death in dog drool."

Rock laughed even as he shifted away, handing Rig back his half-drunk beer and snagging one of the new ones off the kid. The kid sat down in the easy chair, looking a little more at ease.

"So, Rocketman, you get a three-day, too, or are you gonna have to blow the kid up on Monday?" He finished his beer and grimaced. It was warm. He should have gotten the kid to get him a bottle, too.

"Nah, three-days all around, the kid's safe until Tuesday." Dick flipped them both off, the experience with Grim obviously making him doubt Rigger's dire warnings about Rock.

Rigger chuckled and leaned back, looking backward at the kid. "So, spill. Where're you from? Why the fuck did you sign up? All that shit."

The kid sighed and took a long swig of his beer. "Indiana and the marines was the lesser of several evils."

"Ain't nothing wrong with being a marine," Rock informed them both with his best and-anyone-who-tells-me-different-will-hear-from-my-fists look.

"Yes, Rock. The marines are stunning and fabulous and the only career choice for a real man. Semper fi, the few the proud, etc., etc." He grinned at Rock, possibly the only man alive confident and foolhardy enough to push the old bastard on this point.

"Fuck you, asshole."

"Time and place, Marine."

"Anytime, anyplace -- a marine is always ready."

A glance at Dick confirmed the kid was watching them with quiet fascination.

"You forget we have company, smartass?" He grinned at Rock. "You're gonna scare the cherry into apoplexy."

"If he's got a problem I know where I can get his ass blown to shit on Tuesday."

"Hey!"

"Oh, relax, Dickwad -- nobody dies on my watch. I'm fucking good at what I do."

"And just think, kid, the Rock here does blow you up, I'll just patch your ass back up. I'm a flight medic. Patching Marines is what I do."

Dick was looking back and forth between the two of them, putting two and two together and coming up with a hundred and four. "So you two..."

"Drink beer and fight over the comfy spot on the fucking couch?" Rigger looked the kid square in the eyes. "Yeah, all the damned time."

The kid nodded and took another sip of his beer.

"So if you don't mind the wrestling or the fucking dog drool, you can bunk here this weekend," Rock offered. "Well as long as you don't mind, Rig. It's his house," Rock finished, patting Rigger on the thigh.

Rigger looked at Rock, eyebrow raised. Rock must be sure of the kid, or he'd have never offered. "Sure, kid. Any friend of Rock's and all that."

"Thanks." The kid's eyes were glued to where Rock's hand rested on his thigh and fuck if Dick didn't pull his lower lip in between his teeth.

"There's a spare bedroom down the hall, past the bathroom. Only one of those, sorry." Rigger stretched again, humming softly before he stood. "Got a brisket on the grill, Rock. You hungry?"

"Oh, yeah." Rock's voice made it clear he wasn't talking about food, but he left it at that.

Dick stood and put his beer down. "I guess I should get my gear out of your hall then."

"Make yourself at home. Get the big guy to help, if you need it. Supper'll be ready in two shakes." He walked to the kitchen, giving his walk a little extra oomph just for Rock.

Hell, he figured if the kid didn't play, their days of Monday night football fucks were over. The old bastard deserved to suffer.

 ***

He was lying on the couch, his head on Rock's lap, Grim doing his damnedest to crawl up onto the sofa with them, the kid laughing his ass off. They'd polished off a couple of beers and three-quarters of the brisket before heading back into the front room to watch some George Carlin special.

Dick was having a ball, laughing like he'd never seen a fucking comedian before. Rig was amusing himself by alternately teasing Rock and playing with Grim. Right now it was Grim's turn.

"That damn dog actually gets up here and I'm locking the two of you in the backyard for the night," Rock informed him.

"Bitch." He imbued the term with affection.

"Grim wishes."

The kid broke up into laughter again and Rigger couldn't be sure if it was at something on the TV or Rock.

"Nah, Grim's been fixed, unlike you, Dickwad." He stretched, letting the back of his hand trail against Rock's balls, rubbing gently. Rock rumbled happily for him, legs shifting beneath his head, opening.

"Still hungry, Rocketman?" Actually, the question was -- was he still hungry? The answer, of course, was fuck, yes.

"Fuck, yes." Rock's quiet words echoed his thoughts. A big hand slid over his head, wrapping around the back of his skull and turning him to face the bulge in Rock's pants. He opened his mouth to ask if this was smart, if Rock really wanted to do this in front of the kid. But when his lips parted, they brushed against the hard cock just encased in thin grey workout pants and he forgot to say anything. Rock moaned and shifted again, pushing closer.

Dick cleared his throat. "You guys…uh, want me to disappear?"

Rig looked up at Rock as his tongue swiped out, pushing against the hot flesh inside soft cotton.

Rock moaned again, eyes hot and never leaving his face. "If you want, but you don't have to."

"Oh." The small sound was a little shocked and a lot aroused. "I can... I can watch?"

Rig took another lick, pushing harder at the fabric, smiling as Rock moaned. "You can play."

"Oh." It was more of a gasp this time.

"You don't have to," Rock's eyes flicked away from his for a moment, looking over at the kid. "Go, stay, play, it's all up to you."

He reached for the elastic waistband, hungry now, almost unconcerned about what the kid decided. He wanted the feel and flavor of Rock's fat cock; it had been days.

"I'll play, if you guys really don't mind."

Rock laughed. "Whatever you want, kid -- whatever you're comfortable with." His lover's laughter faded into a groan, the hand on his head tugging. "Don't tease, Rig -- 's been too long."

"Yeah, Rock." With that he'd lifted up enough to swallow Rock down, pulling hard and fast, tongue sliding over the tip. He gave Rock all he had, fingers rolling the tight balls.

"Fuck, yes!" Rock started thrusting up into his mouth, hand holding him in place as the thick cock went deep.

He groaned, hand pushing inside his jeans to wrap around his cock. Fucking shit, this was good...better than good. Fucking amazing. He sucked harder, pulling Rock deep into his throat.

"Oh yeah, Rig. Fuck, your mouth..." Rock was pushing hard and fast into his mouth -- it wouldn't be long before he shot his load. Rig’s free hand slid around Rock's nuts, tugging gently, one finger pushing behind to stroke the silk-soft skin. Rock grunted and shoved up hard, coming down his throat in long pulses.

Rigger swallowed, humping the couch and shuddering, the combination of his hand and Rock's come sending him over the edge.

"Oh, fuck, Rigger, that was nice." Rock chuckled and the hand on his head slid almost tenderly through his hair. "Missed your mouth."

"Missed your cock." He licked the deflating prick, nibbling and lapping gently. Rock huffed happily, his cock taking a sudden interest in not deflating. He could hear the kid breathing heavy and saw Rock look up and grin.

Turning to look for himself, he could see what was making Rock grin. The kid had his hand down his pants and his gaze was glued to them.

"So kid, you coming to play?" Fuck, but the kid looked good enough to eat. He grinned, two or three times tonight if they played it right. The kid's eyes closed and he made a soft noise, hips jerking as he came.

"Well, he's coming..." Rigger grinned and slid off the couch, slinking across the floor toward the kid, giving Rock a show. He smiled as he moved between the kid's legs, pulling Dick's hand from his shorts and wiping it clean. He couldn't wait until the kid was cleared, to taste his come, compare him to Rock's dark spice. He grabbed Dick's other hand and began to lick and suck, pulling salt and something sweet that was Dick off the kid's skin.

Oh...nice. Almost as nice as the long, thin cock hiding in the kid's pants. "Mm...he tastes good, Rocketman. Looks good, too. Can I keep him?"

Rock chuckled. "He's all yours Rig, as long as you share."

The kid moaned and his eyes popped open, looking dazedly down at Rigger. "You guys are real..." It sounded kind of like a question, like the kid didn't quite believe it.

"You'd better believe it, Dickie-boy." Rigger finished licking the kid's hand and then leaned in for a kiss. "Wanna taste how real, kid?"

"Fuck yes." The kid's eyes fluttered closed and he moved forward, lips tentatively moving against Rigger's.

Rigger grinned, wrapped his hand around the kid's head and kissed him hard and deep, intent on convincing the kid that, one: they were real and two, to stay and play. The kid froze for half a second and then groaned into his mouth, kissing him back hungrily. Strong hands grabbed his arms, holding on tight.

"Fuck, the two of you are hot together." Rock sounded like he was ready for round two. Rig spread his thighs, sighing into the kid's mouth. His hands stayed still -- he didn't want to frighten the kid -- frightened cherries were not fuckable cherries. Rock came and knelt behind him, hard prick poking at the small of his back where his jeans and t-shirt went their separate ways. Rock started sucking on his neck, hands tugging down his jeans. "You gonna let Rigger have all of the sugar, kid?"

The kid stopped kissing him, eyes popping open and looking beyond his shoulder. The kid licked his lips and shook his head and leaned in to meet Rock's mouth. The slutty, happy, porn star sounds happened as soon as Rigger ducked his head to suck on the kid's neck. Oh, those were fucking priceless -- their own little porno right here in the front room -- nice.

The hands on his arms started kneading and then slid up, one cupping his head, the other sliding down along his back, stuttering when it hit skin and then sliding back up under his t-shirt. Rock's hands joined the kid's, pushing his t-shirt up to his pits and then exploring the exposed flesh. He could feel that fucking thick cock sliding against his crease, tip leaving a wet trail.

Rigger moaned into Dick’s skin, hot and hard and...well, kind of fucking sticky, but there'd be time for shower sex later. His free hand started in on the kid's clothes, searching for skin. That made the porno noises louder. Rock broke the kiss with the kid and pulled Rigger's t-shirt right off and helped him lose the jeans entirely.

"You ever done anything like this, Cherry?" Rock asked.

The kid shook his head, eyes fucking huge.

"You wanna do something like this, Dick?" He stole another kiss, just because those lips were temptation themselves.

The kid followed his mouth as the kiss ended, hungry, eager. "Yeah."

"Cool, 'cause you're fucking edible, kid, and I'm hungry." He bent his head to the salt-smooth skin, heading toward a little nipplage. The kid shuddered for him, stomach muscles rolling nicely.

"You're such an impatient fuck," Rock complained, working to get the kid's shirt off completely and then tugging off his pants around Rigger.

"Suck my ass, Rock. I waited for dessert until after supper." Then his lips found the tight nipple and fastened on, sucking happily.

The porno noises were back, the kid whimpering and moaning to beat the band. And he had to admit that when the kid's hips pushed up out of the chair against him, it was a better fucking feeling 'cause they were both naked. Not that he was going to let Rock know he appreciated the fucker's efforts, Rock had a big enough head already. And Hello! It was sliding along his crack with intent.

He groaned, biting down on the kid's nipple just hard enough to send a shock through the shuddering body. His hips pushed back, welcoming the solid, stiff heat of Rock's prick, before sliding away, teasing.

Rock grunted and grabbed his hips, sliding that hard cock along his crack again. "You want it or not, Rigger?"

"Always, Rocketman." He lifted his head, grinning wolfishly at Dick. "Fuck me, man."

The kid's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, a soft moan coming from him.

Rock's lips attached themselves to Rigger's shoulder, biting as the solid cock found a home inside him, pushing until he could feel Rock's hips snug against his butt. He kept looking at the kid, lips open, tongue sliding out to wet his lips. Fuck, Rock felt huge, thick and hot and... "Oh, fuck, Rock...good. So fucking good."

"He's fucking you," the kid breathed, eyes glittering. Then the kid leaned forward and took his mouth, all tongue and teeth and more hunger than expertise.

Later, when Rock wasn't reaming his ass like the man was drilling a goddamned well, he'd teach the kid about kissing. Right now, he'd just ride with it, rocking between cock and tongue with happy abandon.

The kid’s hips were pushing up, sliding that long sweet cock against his belly every time Rock pushed into him.

"Fucking sweet cherry," Rock grunted.

He pulled his lips from Dick's for a second, chuckles full of a bit of desperate passion. "No, Dickcheese, you're fucking the tall Texan. The sweet cherry's waiting his turn." Then Rigger dropped his lips back down onto the kids, tongue thrusting deep.

Rock laughed, hips snapping harder and one hand slid around to pull on his cock. Rigger groaned into Dick's mouth, breath coming faster as he moved. Good. Fucking good. The kid's hands started to slide over his skin, tentative fingertips turning into long, slow strokes over his chest and down to his belly.

Oh, yeah. This was good. He owed Rock big for this find.

"Here, kid, take over." Rock's hand encouraged the kid's to wrap around his prick. The kid's fingers were long and thin and held him too loosely, but Rock was showing the kid what he liked and in a moment Dick had it just about right, leaving Rock to concentrate on fucking him but good.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah, Dick. Yes." He murmured against the kid's lips, eyes closing as they drove him to the fucking moon. Rock's lips fastened around the skin on the side of his neck, pulling in time with the hard thrusts. His body jerked, his orgasm starting down in his toes and moving through his fucking body like electricity.

Rock slammed hard into him, filling him with hot spunk as he shot all over the kid. Dick's hand slowed but didn't stop and the kid was murmuring. "Wow. Holy fucking shit. Wow."

Rigger gasped, licking periodically at the kid's lips, Rock's weight heavy against his back. "Yeah. Wow."

Rock chuckled. "Cherry hasn't even done anything yet and we've blown his mind."

"Just think what he'll do when I suck him off while you fuck him."

"Oh fuck," Dick whispered...


Sean
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