Greetings Loved Ones!
Welcome to this week's Silver Flash! Foxe and Hund are certainly getting a bit hot under the collar. I hope you are enjoying the story.
Just a reminder this is a M/M Romance, so if you aren't interested in beautiful men in love with each other, then this is not the site for you. If you enjoy a good gay romance with lots of love and hot men, then this is the place for you. 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,
Foxe and Hund 8 : 10/4/11
There are some lessons in life you just never seem to learn, and Fox was sure he was about to have another lesson. A few memorable clichés came to mind: Ol’ dog and turning tricks… no, that wasn’t quite right. But his brain was in Zane’s pants and he couldn’t seem to get his mind to work right.
He couldn’t believe that his blatant flirting had been turned back on him. He’d teased and taunted Zane Hund since the first time the man had walked into the restroom when he was getting ready to go on patrol. He’d always been out of the closet and when the opportunity to work Vice had opened, he took it, knowing he could make a difference.
The problem was, he’d never been particularly aggressive before. Oh, he knew how to flirt and he’d been aware of his sexual preferences since puberty. He liked wearing makeup, he liked nail polish, and both the makeup and the polish made him feel sexy. Since his older sister was into comic books, costumes and dressing up for conventions had come naturally. Put on a mask and become someone new, someone untouchable, the comments and harassment washing away like flotsam because they were directed at the costume character. It was easy to keep everything at a distance behind the mask. When he put on a costume, he became the character and he was able to step back behind it like a shield, preventing himself from being touched by the world. He knew he lived his life behind a mask and it prevented everyone from seeing the real TJ Foxe—from getting to know the real man behind the mask.
He’d agreed to go to Hund’s place, but insisted on driving his own car. He needed the security of knowing he could leave, and Hund hadn’t protested. The drive was only fifteen minutes but it felt like an eternity. Every moment they were separated sparked more insecurity—he wanted to turn his car around and go home.
Who or what was Zane expecting? The hooker? The comic book geek? TJ’s mind whirled around everything he knew about Zane. Sure, he’d wanted him. Wanted him since the first time he’d seen him in the bathroom. Badgered him every day, taunting him. When he saw a particular outfit, or just part of an outfit, sparked Zane’s interest, TJ made sure to wear it again. Like the gold lamé rent boy shorts. They’d been a big hit. But now that he was going home with him, which face did he show? What mask did he wear to protect himself or could he possibly—just maybe—let his guard down? Would Zane hurt him? What if he didn’t like what he saw?
TJ’s mind was so lost in his speculations that he barely realized that Zane had turned off into a small residential area. Rows of widely spaced houses with neat yards took the place of the cramped city living. They turned into a dark driveway, lined with bushes. It was too dark to tell what color the house was, but it appeared to be in good condition, cared for. TJ parked behind Zane, turning off the lights and the engine. He still held tightly to the steering wheel, second-guessing his decision.
There was a rap on his window and TJ shook his head as his door was opened for him. TJ undid his seat belt, just as Zane leaned in and gently kissed him, drawing him out of the car and into his arms, holding him firmly against his chest. TJ trembled as his mind went blank, his arms hesitantly wrapping around Zane’s neck. The car door closed and he was pressed against it.
“You weren’t having second thoughts, were you?” Zane whispered into his ear, his hot breath sending gooseflesh rising along his neck. TJ couldn’t answer; he tried to shake his head. “It’s okay if you were. I haven’t given you much reason to feel confident in my attention, but I plan on changing that, if you’ll let me.”
“Okay,” was all TJ was able to murmur, his worries about what face to show vanishing with his doubts. Which earned him a pleased murmur from Zane as he grasped TJ’s ass with both hands. TJ wrapped his legs around Zane’s waist, moaning as the big man held him tightly, rubbing their erections together, through the denim of their pants. “You know you’re mine now, right? I’m going to shout it to everyone—to the whole damn world. TJ Foxe is mine.”