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Friday, October 28, 2011

Element's of Love 2 - Nico's Fire

Greetings Loved ones,

I've been getting such a wonderful response to Adel's Purr. I'm glad everyone is enjoying it. I decided I wanted to give you a taste of what's to come in Nico's Fire, book 2 in my Element's of Love series. If you are wondering, there are currently 5 books to this series.

Nico's Fire is about our beautiful Jesuit Inquisitor Jude Jamison and his budding issues with fire. Jude's power was awakened in Adel's Purr when Evan fought Father Michael. To say Jude's having control issues is putting it mildly.

We meet more of our villians in this book and find out just how far the corruption of the church has become. We make a few friends along the way and a few personal discoveries for Jude as well.

Here's an unofficial excerpt, now realize here, this is a piece from the rough draft, it is unedited, so there will be errors. I just wanted you to see a bit of the future.  I hope you enjoy it.


The distant crunch of tires on gravel should’ve been alarming, but it wasn’t. They’d been on the run practically from the moment they’d left Evan and Adel in France. ‘I hope they’re alright.’ Jude was the eternal worrier. He hadn’t had a chance to contact them, to see if they were being hunted as well. At first there just wasn’t time, they’d needed to stay ahead of their pursuers—now time had run out. As he lay, broken and bleeding, he prayed that Evan was okay, but exhaustion overrode everything else, and he felt too tired to really care.

Jude’s mind wandered aimlessly in a numb painless haze; he’d expended way too much energy in order to destroy the demons. He thought of Finton—last time he’d seen him, the little sprite had swung his sword and decapitated a vile looking creature, that’d kept coming even without its head. It must’ve been some sort of zombie. Fin had been defending the entrance, but he’d eventually fallen to their greater numbers. Usually there were just a couple of them, but this time they just kept on coming. Jude couldn’t remember where Skye had gotten to; he just prayed the little gargoyle was okay. Evan would have his hide if either one of them had been hurt. ‘So tired,’ Jude thought. It was becoming a mantra, going round and round in his weary mind.

‘If only I could pass out.’ Jude felt as though he was waiting for something—maybe death. ‘That particular entity must be having a busy night since he hasn’t come to collect my soul yet.’ Jude closed his eyes and groaned as something sharp poked him in the back, from the rubble beneath him. His senses registered the pain yet he was so far beyond mere sensation that Jude’s mind could barely acknowledge it.

A decidedly masculine voice floated through the fog of Jude’s thoughts. It was deep and warm. It made him want to curl up into it and sleep for an eternity. ‘Is this the voice of death?’ The sound of flapping wings accompanied the voice and a familiar sing-song warble made him want to smile. ‘Ah my Skye, good, he’s okay.’ Jude would know Skye’s song anywhere; he was still alive and obviously close by.

“Come on you beautiful bird, this place isn’t safe for a gargoyle. You’re too young to be on your own.” The voice crooned softly. Even in his less than stellar condition, the velvety sound of it touched something deep inside Jude.

“Oh God!” The voice shouted. Jude would’ve winced if he could’ve moved. He felt a hand touch his arm and forehead. “What happened!” That touch so—warm and gentle, he felt bathed in the heat of it.

The urge, the desire was primal. A basic instinctual part of himself reached for this other blindly. He wanted to whimper and rub himself against those fingers, but that would take too much effort, although the aching need to do so hurt almost more than his battered body. Jude wanted to answer the voice, but instead he forced open his eyes. He wanted to see the face that belonged to such a melodic voice. His gaze latched onto the most beautiful brown-black eyes Jude had ever seen. He reached up with one hand and touched the face of the man before him; he sighed as peace overwhelmed him for but the fleetest second, before darkness closed around him.


“No!” Nicolas Daemarkus screamed to the demolished room. The gryphon screeched, rising up on his haunches, flapping his wings furiously.

Fate was truly a bitch, how could that fickle woman play with him like this. Nico had questioned the urge to follow the gargoyle when he’d first seen it circling the abandoned building, but gargoyles were so rare these days and this creature was way too young to be on his own. Now he couldn’t be happier or more distraught at the same time.

The man he knelt beside was a mess of wounds and infection, blood and dirt. For all that… he looked incredibly beautiful and fragile to Nico. The man’s temperature was cool to the touch, but then all humans tended to feel cool to Nico and his brother. Still for a human, Nico thought, he’s too warm, feverish. He brushed the long red hair out of the man’s face, wishing those beautiful green eyes would open again.

“My poor little human, what’s happened to you?” Nico practically whimpered with distress. Something he hadn’t done in centuries, as nothing touched his heart anymore.

Nico knew he needed to get the man to safety. To call the burnt out building hazardous was an understatement; the structure barely held itself together, still smoldering in places. He didn’t know if he dared pick up his beautiful human—he could have broken bones or internal injuries, which could be made worse by his interference. He trembled with indecision. Problem was he saw no other way to do it. He had to get help for this man and there’d be no help if they remained here. He carefully ran his hands down the man’s arms and legs. Nothing was obviously broken.

Nico growled, decision made. He gently slid his arms beneath the man and drew him against his chest. The man was far too light for a human his size. He could feel the bones under the man’s skin—far too thin, but again his mind registered that the bones weren’t broken. Thin—Nico knew how to fix. Now, if he could just get the man to safety and get him to open his eyes. The fluttering beat of the man’s heart reassured him that his prize was very much alive and Nico intended him to stay that way.

The gryphon flew out of what had once been a third story window after glancing out, seeing no one below. Nico followed, the unconscious man held securely in his grasp, tight against his chest. He landed on the ground, three stories below, with the ease of stepping from one room into the next, without jostling his precious cargo. He sprinted to the car, where he strapped the man into the passenger’s seat. Nico couldn’t resist the urge to nuzzle the man’s neck as he secured the seatbelt across him. The man smelled wonderful: burning cedar in a fireplace and spice overlaid with strong male musk. This scent spoke to Nico, confirming what he’d known on sight. This man belonged to him—well, he did, if he lived.

“Easy, little one,” Nico whispered more to himself than to the unconscious man. His instincts were screaming to take him and claim him, but the little man was in no condition to satisfy the lust flowing through Nico’s veins. He adjusted himself, trying to relieve the strain on his raging erection that pressed against the zipper of his black dress pants. His protection instinct was the only thing keeping the man from being ravaged on the spot. He would protect this human, even from himself.

“Don’t give up on me, little one,” he whispered and couldn’t resist the briefest brushing of his mouth against his man’s plush red lips. His human was beautiful, his skin soft and pale as alabaster, with just a smattering of freckles across his high cheeks and nose. Nico straightened and closed the car door, then ran around to the driver’s side.

Pulling out into the street and heading as quickly towards home as he could, Nico was never so glad that traffic became nearly non-existent after dark, thanks to the mandates of the Church. Even here in the heart of New York City, people were careful about moving around after the sun went down—not that the night would ever hold any dangers for him. He hit a button on the dashboard of the car and called his brother.


“Hey Nico, what’s up?”

“I need a favor. A friend has gotten hurt. I’m taking him home. Can you meet us there?”

“Sure Nico, but maybe a hospital would be a better choice?”

“No!” Nico growled. “This is personal, Doc. Please—”

“Okay, Nico. I’m on my way.”

“Thanks, Doc. I owe ya.”

“Yeah—so what else is new, Bro.”

Nico hung up and looked at his little man, touching his face with a shaking hand. “Please—hold on, baby.”


Wishing you Love and Butterflies,

Sui Lynn~~

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Silver Flash - Foxe & Hund : 11

Greetings Loved Ones!
Welcome to this week's Silver Flash! The guys are still in the bedroom so the heat is still on this week. There is sexual content so if you are not a fan of beautiful gay men enjoying each other's bodies, then I'd recommend leaving this site. This is an over 18 episode here people so if you are offended by gay sexual content, I'd recommend you not read any further. If you are a fan, well then I hope you enjoy their antics.

If you like this story, feel free to check out the other Silver Flashers, listed at the end. Please Enjoy!

As always, wishing you Love and Butterflies,
Sui Lynn~~

Foxe & Hund : 11

TJ froze. What?! It took everything in his power not to come off with some trite response to the man whose grip had increased, becoming almost brutally painful. What was he supposed to say… should he say anything… should he laugh it off or feign sleep… Well, too late for that, his hand had begun moving again through Zane’s hair.

His emotions were in a turmoil, yet the feel of Zane’s silken hair flowing through his finger, short though it was, relaxed him beyond measure. He sighed softly in the afterglow of his orgasm, the declaration hadn’t really disturbed his bliss overmuch. He knew there was no way he could get out of this unscathed. There was no way he was returning the declaration, not now. He hadn’t even decided how he really felt about Zane. He liked Zane… thought the man was hot as hell. He flipped every single one of TJ’s buttons and could have him wanting with a simple touch. But even TJ knew that was lust, love’s ugly step-cousin.

“I’m sorry… I…” Zane began to pull away from TJ.

“No you don’t. You stay right there and keep holding on. Don’t you dare move.” TJ practically growled, his fists knotting in Zane’s hair, holding him in place. Zane hissed, but his grip around TJ’s waist tightened.

“Okay…” Zane mumbled, shaking his head, rubbing his face into TJ’s groin.

TJ took a deep breath, his fingers petting Zane’s hair as though nothing had happened. “I…I’m not sure what to say, Zane.” TJ looked down to see Zane clutching him with a desperation so touching that he almost capitulated and damned the consequences. The problem would be that it’d be a lie. He wouldn’t lie to Zane; he liked Zane but the “L” word was too much. He refused to utter that before it was true and make it meaningless. With all the relationships and lovers he’d had in the past, he’d yet to declare that word to anyone. With Zane, he could see… could feel the possibilities in the air. He wouldn’t make them meaningless.

“I know I shouldn’t have said it. It isn’t fair of me to expect you to return it.” Zane shook his head again and groaned. “I’ve watched you for so long. I’ve been wanting you for so long it just became this overwhelming part of me. I’ve grown to love you, seeing you every day. How much you care about those you work with and never—never letting the job get to you.”
“Zane… I…”

“No, let me finish.” Zane looked up into TJ’s eyes. “You’re strong. So beautiful, loyal, honest…”

“Stop, you’re making me sound like a Labrador.”

Zane sighed and crawled up the bed. He cupped TJ’s face gently. “I know you can’t love me back. Maybe I can hope you might like me… Maybe you’ll give me a chance to prove how much I love you and you’ll come to care about me too.”

“I do care about you, Zane. I do like you, I always have.”

“Then let me show you how good we can be together.” Zane brushed a hot kiss across TJ’s lips, nipping at his bottom lip then lapping at the burn. Zane rolled TJ under him, straddling his thighs. Pushing himself up and back he sat on his heels. He stripped the navy knit sweater off over his head. TJ’s hands were immediately on his chest, caressing his skin, running over his pecs, down across his stomach and resting on his abs as Zane struggled to undo the buckle on his belt.

TJ brushed his hands out of the way and began working on the belt himself. “Let me unwrap my own present.” He grinned up into Zane’s face. His eyes danced with mischief. Zane was glad that the mood was back, light and fun. He wanted to make this a night TJ’d always remember fondly, not the night he put his foot in it … yet again.

Trembling fingers struggled with his top button, but hesitated on the zipper. Zane’s erection pressed hard against the ziper and with slow care, TJ drew down on the tab, releasing Zane’s cock—he’d gone commando under his jeans—from confinement.

“That boy’s a monster.” TJ’s voice came out in awe as he reached for and held Zane’s engorged shaft in his hand.

“You can handle it. I know you can. We were made for each other.” Zane leaned forward and kissed TJ breathless as he shucked his jeans, kicking them to the floor. “I’m going to be so good to you. But if you want to stop or if I’m hurting you, you have to tell me.” Zane lowered his head to one of TJ’s nipples, laving the nip ‘til it was hard and red under the attention of his teeth and tongue.

“God yes, anything, Zane.” TJ gasped, grinding his hips up against Zane’s as his cock began to revive.

Silver Flashers:

Julie Hayes  (m/m)

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Rudy's Red Nose - Silver's 25 Day's of Christmas

Greetings Loved Ones,

I'm so excited to share that I have a short story coming out for the Christmas Holidays. It is a M/M contemporary romance and part of Silver Publishing's 25 Days of Christmas and due to be released December 3, 2011. 

It's called Rudy's Red Nose. This is a light romance, unlike my other works there is no erotica in this story, it's a simple gay romance. I hope you'll enjoy it. 

As always, Wishing you Love and Butterflies,

Sui Lynn~~

Austrian exchange student Rudolph Stroh is spending his first Christmas abroad in Missoula, Montana, where he's attending graduate school at Montana State University. With his family thousands of miles away, homesickness and loneliness are
Rudy's only holiday companions.

Benjamin Tinge is a nineteen year old college dropout. A family tragedy left him and his little brother, Tommy, homeless and living in a tent in the park, struggling just to stay warm. Keeping Tommy alive as a blizzard rolls in is all Benji wants for Christmas.

When Rudy discovers the brothers huddled in their tent behind a holiday display, he offers to help. Benji is wary, afraid to trust. Can the two mend each other's hearts as Christmas Eve draws near?


"I know, Mama, I wish I could come home, too…"

"Yes, I got your care package and the cookies arrived—intact for the most part."

"How's Papa?"

"Tell him to slow down. I want him to still be around when I'm able to come home and visit. That stubborn ol' man will…"

"Sorry, Mama. I wasn't being disrespectful. Just…"

"Yes, Mama. I love you too. Say hi to Victor for me. I sure wish he was here."

"Okay, auf wiedersehen." Rudy Stroh sighed dejectedly. He always missed his family. Talking to them on the phone and receiving their care packages in the mail just didn't stave off the homesickness when the holidays rolled around. Rudy sat in his apartment in Missoula, Montana, moping around, nursing his loneliness. He was an adult, twenty-two years old, for god's sakes; shouldn't he be beyond the age of homesickness? Rudy ran a hand through his blond hair. It was early afternoon, just enough time to get over to the coffee shop for a sandwich and then a walk through the park as the decorations were lit. He needed to catch the bus to make it before the shop closed, but he could take his time walking home.

His friends had all abandoned him for the holidays. Not that he could blame them—he wanted to go home, too. He'd also lost his roommate. Danny had completed his program and returned home… permanently. At least having Danny's things around during previous holiday's had helped to stave off the loneliness with the appearance of others being around. Now Rudy had no such illusions. He was utterly alone.

Unfortunately, as a foreign exchange student, his options were limited. It was expensive to travel back and forth from the US to Austria. He'd expected to be on his own from time to time, but the Christmas semester break was three weeks long, not including the two weeks of finals that he didn't have to take because he'd maintained a 4.0 GPA. He had five weeks of being alone ahead of him, during the most love-filled time of the year, and he didn't relish the thought.

Rudy shrugged on his heavy, navy blue, down-filled winter coat, slid his hands into his knit mittens, and wrapped a matching scarf about his head, then headed out the door. He'd found the quaint coffee and sandwich shop in the neighborhood where his apartment was located shortly after his arrival. During the semester, he'd spent many hours studying there while imbibing cup after cup of coffee. The Daily Grind catered to university students, being close enough to the campus for them to be able to run in and grab a quick coffee to go first thing in the morning and still make classes.

Rudy rushed to the corner and climbed into the bus. He showed the driver his student pass, then took a seat. He hated being so homesick. This wouldn't be happening if his brother hadn't been such an idiot. Victor had let his grades slip the last semester. He was supposed to be in the US attending classes, too. But with his grades not making the cut, he hadn't been allowed to become an exchange student. Rudy was on his own and with an apartment leased for two. Now, with too much time on his hands and five weeks left 'til the new semester began, he was reduced to sullenness and self-pity.

The bus pulled to a stop. Rudy got off, heading down the street to The Daily Grind. He'd found himself spending more time downtown at the coffee shop, watching the people as they went about their holiday preparations, trying to stave off his loneliness by surrounding himself with people.

He took a seat in one of the booths beside the windows, watching the passersby scurry about, laden with packages. From his vantage point, he could vicariously enjoy the hustle and bustle of the families—the smiles on the faces of the children, so full of excitement and hope in eager anticipation of the big day, and the knowing glances of parents who understood and thrilled to their joy. He missed it all so very much. His chest tightened with thoughts of his mother doing her Christmas baking, and oh, the wonderful aromas that must be filling the house even now. He sighed, looking up to find a waiter standing beside his table.

"Hi. What can I get ya?"

"How about the white chocolate mocha?" Rudy glanced up at the young man. He looked a little worn today; dark rings practically encircled his eyes. The young man always held Rudy's eye. Truth be told, the blue-eyed blond was one of the main reasons Rudy kept coming back, beside the coffee being good.

"Sure thing." The waiter moved off to make his drink.

After the first couple of days, he'd begun getting to know the various waiters in the shop. They were cordial enough and lately he'd been tipping more than usual when he left, as a thank-you for allowing him to stay during the day. They always greeted him with a smile, and were sure to keep his coffee hot and flowing.

It was the time after he left the shop—the late afternoons and evenings—that were tiresome. He'd leave the shop and, if it was relatively warm, he'd wander through the park. He loved the park, even with all the couples that were strolling through it this time of year. The city had put out its decorations, and the park was a veritable Winter Wonderland.

"Here you are, sir." The waiter's voice brought Rudy back to the present as he sat his white chocolate mocha beside him. The cup was adorned with red and white candy stripes; whipped cream and sprinkles floated in frothy splendor on top of his beverage.

"Thank you." Rudy tried to smile, but either the waiter didn't notice or he'd failed miserably. The young man rushed off to help someone else, leaving Rudy alone once more.

He remembered last night's trip through the park. The whole Christmas scene made his heart long for someone to love, but he still couldn't resist staring—and hoping. Rudy had sighed as he watched a young couple who’d stood oblivious to the cold in the shelter of the gazebo, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, and shook his head and moved on down the path. On a normal day, the trip through the park took about fifteen minutes. Last night Rudy had lingered for over an hour, wandering amongst the displays, listening to the carolers, and watching the people 'til his nose was ice cold, his fingers and toes having long since gone numb.

Today he felt particularly sad; calling his Mama on the phone hadn't eased the tightening in his chest he always felt when thinking about them.. He just couldn't seem to get around his loneliness.

Even now, sitting in his favorite spot in his favorite coffee shop, instead of the usual peace he felt in watching people, he just felt miserable. Everyone had somewhere to go and something to do—except him. He moped as he sipped his coffee and sucked on the peppermint candy the waiter had brought with the drink. Now even the wait staff were keeping their distance. His mood must be showing, despite his best efforts to keep his misery to himself.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Silver Flash - Foxe & Hund : 10

Greetings Loved Ones!
Welcome to this week's Silver Flash! This is going to be another steamy sexy episode this week. There is sexual content so if you are not a fan of beautiful gay men enjoying each other's bodies, then I'd recommend leaving this site. This is an over 18 episode here people so if you are offended by sexual content, I'd recommend you not read any further. If you are a fan, well then I hope you enjoy their antics.

If you like this story, feel free to check out the other Silver Flashers, listed at the end. Please Enjoy!

As always, wishing you Love and Butterflies,
Sui Lynn~~

Foxe & Hund 10 - 10/19/11

“I’ve got to taste you,” Zane murmured as he drew back from the kiss. His brain was stuck on replay… he’s here… he’s here… he’s really here! While his hands gloried in the sensual feeling of skin on skin, his fingertips danced across TJ’s shoulders, down over his collarbones, to his pecs. He lightly ran his thumbs over those hardening nibs, giving each one a tight pinch and a slight twist. TJ gasped, arching into his touch.

“Like that, babe?” A whimper from TJ was his only reply. “I think you do,” Zane growled, his hands moving further down along the washboard abs to the open button of TJ’s jeans. He carefully lowered the zipper and TJ put his hands behind him on the bed, arching up, lifting his hips so Zane could remove both jeans and briefs in one easy movement.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Zane placed tender kisses along the inside of TJ’s thigh. He looked up, meeting TJ’s partially hooded glance. TJ was breathing hard, his lower lip clenched between his teeth. Zane lifted his head and smiled. One hand moved to cup TJ’s balls, rolling the heavy globes; he eyed TJ’s cock with wanton desire. That was when he knew he’d lost—lost his heart to TJ.  When just the sight of TJ’s thick length set his own heart to pounding so loudly he was sure that TJ could hear it. Surely TJ could hear it beat out its rhythm with each throb of his own hardening dick, hear it complaining because of its continued confinement in his own jeans.

Zane was actually glad of the tightness of his jeans and the uncomfortable pressure—it kept him from shooting his load like an overzealous teenager. He had to make this good for TJ. The man deserved the best and although Zane considered himself far from the best, TJ was really here, so he had to have done something right in one of his lives to have been given the gift of this beauty’s presence.

Zane took TJ in hand, sliding up his length and running his thumb against the slit, spreading the precum across the purpling blunt head. Zane couldn’t resist locking his gaze with TJ’s.  He put his thumb in his mouth, letting the bitter salty fluid explode across his taste buds. Fighting to rein in the whimper, he reached for Zane again and drew him into his mouth, sucking, as he dropped his jaw and TJ’s cock hit the back of his throat.

“Oh fuck! Zane!” TJ cried out, grasping a fist full of Zane’s hair. Zane whimpered around the shaft in his mouth as TJ yanked and pulled his hair. It hurt ,but only enflamed his desires. TJ, realizing Zane’s kink, gripped his hair tighter and roughly guided him as he thrust up into his mouth. “God… fuck! Oh… so good!”

Zane, unable to stop, pulled his cock from his pants and began to yank himself as he hollowed his cheeks. They both needed to let off the initial pressure; then he could take the rest of the night making love to this beauty the way he’d planned and dreamed for so long.

“Zane… can’t,” TJ panted, giving Zane a particularly hard yank on his hair in warning as he thrust up, burying himself in Zane’s throat. Zane drew back just slightly, moaning, as TJ’s spunk spurted into his mouth. He swallowed every drop as though it was the golden nectar of the gods.
TJ’s grip relaxed in Zane’s hair, his fingers gently carding through the length, as Zane licked up his softened member before resting against his thigh, closing his eyes. Zane couldn’t believe the complete contentment that washed over him. Everything in the world was right as it should be.

“Love you,” Zane whispered. He felt TJ’s fingers freeze in his hair. Why the hell did he say that? The moment he opened his mouth, he knew he’d regret it. Why the “L” word? It was the most taboo thing he could’ve said. This was supposed to be ‘fun-get-to-know-you’ sex, not ‘I’m-pining-away-for-you-since-the-first-moment-I-saw-you-and-have-loved-you-with-every-breath-for-eternity-crazy-stalker’ sex. Now how do I fix this?

Silver Flashers



Elyzabeth M. VaLey (m/f)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Silver Flash - Foxe & Hund : 9

Greetings Loved Ones!
Welcome to this week's Silver Flash! I need to warn you upfront, this is a hot episode and there is sexual content so if you are not a fan of beautiful gay men enjoying each other's lust filled bodies, then I'd recommend leaving this site. If you are a fan, well then I hope you enjoy their antics.

If you like this story, feel free to check out the other Silver Flashers, listed at the end. Please Enjoy!

As always, wishing you Love and Butterflies,
Sui Lynn~~

Foxe and Hund 9 : 10/12/11

TJ whimpered and sighed, melting into Zane. He couldn’t believe he was actually here, leaning up against his car, with the Zane peppering him with kisses and driving him insane. He wanted to strip the man of every stitch of clothing and lick every inch of exposed skin he could find. His doubts had soared with Zane’s declaration of intent, but his body… the sensations the man stirred—his tingling skin, the moans he couldn’t stop, the hot lust he felt, the overwhelming desire to have Zane touch him—all warred with his good sense—and the primal urges were winning.

“Come. Let’s take this party inside before my more conservative neighbors call the cops,” Zane mumbled into TJ’s ear. He nipped at his earlobe; his strong hands clutched at the backs of TJ’s thighs, fingertips brushing at the crack of his ass as they wiggled into the top of his jeans.

“We are the cops.” TJ panted as Zane nipped at his throat. He tipped his head to the side, giving Zane more room to work his magic, as he felt Zane sucking at his skin, knowing it was sure to leave a hickey. He usually hated it when boyfriends left him marked up, but this was different—this was Zane. A thrill went through him, knowing he’d carry the bruise for the next couple of days to come. “Unga… In—Inside sounds good…

Zane growled. He let go of TJ’s legs and set the man on the ground, keeping steadying hands wrapped round his waist until he was sure his man’s limbs would hold him upright. When TJ felt steady on his feet, Zane led TJ to the front door, and drew TJ into his home.

TJ heard the snap of a switch before light bathed the inside of the small ranch-style house. Zane pulled him inside and closed the door, pressing TJ to the door behind him. Their bodies lined up—thighs pressed to thighs, chest to chest, groin to groin. TJ had his hands on Zane’s shoulders.
“Officer, I think you’ve got a problem with personal space.” TJ’s breathy voice sounded strange even to his own ears.

“Would you like to press charges?” Zane’s lusty growl sent gooseflesh erupting all over TJ’s body, his hot breath a caress as his gaze held TJ’s.

“There are lots of things I’d like to press—” TJ moaned as Zane inserted his thigh between TJ’s legs, pressing against his groin so TJ could rub against him, getting the friction he so desperately needed.

“Gotta touch you—” Zane’s hands sought out the buttons of TJ’s shirt, shaking fingers struggled to find the coordination to open them. Zane took an audible deep breath, fisting his hands momentarily before finding his control. With care and a gentle touch, he opened each button reverently, fingers skating across the hot skin revealed therein. He pushed the open shirt off TJ’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Taking a step backwards, Zane’s hands drew TJ with him, through the house, to his bedroom.

TJ didn’t even pause to notice the quaintly decorated house—it was a blur of subdued earth tones: browns and greens. When they entered the bedroom, which was awash in deep blues and vibrant reds, TJ was almost overcome. The conservative nature of the rest of the house served as a buffer, much like Zane’s personality. His gruff nature was a barrier between the public and the real Zane. This room reflected the real Zane, the inner Zane, and it was beautiful.

Zane guided TJ to a seat on his bed, dropping to his knees before him. With carefully conscious movements, Zane removed TJ’s shoes and socks. He leaned forward between TJ’s thighs and undid the button to his jeans before leaning up and locking their lips for a searing kiss which left them both breathless.

Silver Flashers