Friday Eve…

Well…almost. This is my Wed/Thurs. post. lol I hope you’ve enjoyed my time here so far. Today we’ll do something a little different. I figured I’d share a bit of a work in process with you guys. No edits have been done and this is very rough. I’m trying to decide which story to do…hmm…

 

There’s this: Temporary Tattoo (the name will probably change) This is an m/m story, but this is the first bit so no sex

“What the hell is that?”

Kris pulled down his shirt and blushed. “Nothing,” he mumbled.

“Nothing!” Angelo stormed into the bathroom. The door thudded shut behind him. “Did you get a tattoo? Please tell me you didn’t get Mr. Dilling’s name permanently marked on your back. He’s your boss and I don’t even think he’s gay.” Angelo reached for his shirt and started to tug. “I know you can’t be that stupid. What happens when you meet a guy and start getting busy? How’re you going to explain this?”

“Ang, stop it.”

“I want to see.”

“It’s nothing. Just like I said.” Kris moved out of the way, but not before Angelo ripped the bottom of his shirt.

“Shit, sorry man.”

“You don’t sound very sorry. Damn it, Ang. You’re going to have to go get my jacket. I can’t go out there like this.”

“Just, wait. I want to—is that—fuck! Kris!” Anglo grabbed him to hold him still. He tried to wiggle away when he heard a noise.

The bathroom door opened and Kris wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole, but he looked up into the mirror over the sink and it was not going to happen. None other than Trevor Dilling stood in the doorway. Kris dropped his head into his hands. Could it get any worse?

That was when he realized it could. How could he explain that it wasn’t what it looked like? Angelo was straight and Kris was at work. No way would his boss believe this was an innocent misunderstanding. And he had no way of coving up his back. He was so getting fired.

“Mr. Vasquez, don’t you have some work you need to get to?”

“Yes, sir.” Angelo turned to leave, but not before he whispered, “sorry man.” And patted him on the back.

The click of the lock should have been his first clue that something was going to happen. He just had to wish it wasn’t going to be him getting his ass beaten. DamnVictoriafor deciding it would be funny to use her henna to tattoo his and Trevor’s name together. He should have never told his sister about his crush.

“What do we have here Mr. Hart?” A finger traced his back. He shivered at the sensation of his crushes hands on his body. Just a touch and he wanted to be pressed against Trevor. Kris ached for more, but knew it was a lost cause. Angelo was probably right. Mr. Dilling was probably as straight as his best friend. Damn his luck.

“I—” He stopped talking when pressure caused him to bend over the sink. His cock hardened and pulsed against his zipper. How fucking embarrassing. It wasn’t like he was going to get fucked in the work restroom. But God he wanted to. If he was asked, he’d strip down and open his ass. Kris wasn’t above begging. He’d wanted his boss for years.

“I believe I asked you a question.”

Kris moved to get up, but a hand held him down.

“Sir?”

 

Or we could have a bit of this: Untitled inspired by SYTYCD. Also m/m

He left me.

Marko Adkins sat outside the church on the stairs leading to the chapel. The very place he was supposed to get married over an hour ago. He stared down at his feet. The shiny black dress shoes looked out of place. They should be scuffed up and dull—they way he felt inside.

What had he done wrong? He put a hand on his chest, but it didn’t stop the ache. Mark wanted to rip it out. It’d already been stomped on, what was a little more abuse.

Fingers squeezed his shoulder. He couldn’t look up. Instead he looked into the palms of his hands—searching for what he didn’t know. They held no answers.

Will didn’t want him anymore. No note. No call. Hell, not even a text. Just a no show. He had to have called someone because not one member of his family had shown up. The church held only his friends and loved ones.

“We should leave.” Darren Stevens, his best man, his best friend spoke softly. Like he was trying not to disturb Mark.

It didn’t matter. Nothing matter. This moment was supposed to be the happiest of his life. New York finally passed the bill saying he could legally marry the man of his dreams. Right now they were supposed to be in the decked out limo with the just married signs flapping in the breeze as they headed to the airport for their trip to Barbados.

“The preacher kicking us out already?” Mark still refused to look in Darren’s direction. If he couldn’t see the pity in the other man’s eyes he could hold on and not break down and cry.

“Naw, he said we could stay as long as we needed and asked if you wanted to talk. I figured you and I’d hit the nearest bar and throw back some Jack or Jim. I’ll even do that damn tequila you like. It’s your call.”

 

And then there is this: The Joy Stick of Love (heehee) this will also be m/m and I might make it a free read when I’m done. It’s my attempt at romantic comedy. lol

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?”

I looked up from the computer screen to see my friend Todd glaring at me.

“Hey, Todd. Just workin’ up some killer graphics on this new game. It’s gonna be a hit.”

“Is that—”

“A cock? You can say it, you know. You might not wanna suck it, but ya got one.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Todd slapped the back of my head, Gibbs style.

“To answer your question, yes, that is a dick there on the screen.”

“So what’re you going to call this brilliant piece of work?”

“Peter Piper the Penis Eater.”

“No. Fucking. Way. Who’d buy this crap?”

“You’d be surprised.” I told him. “Did you want something or did you just come to raz me?” I stretched my arms over my head. I needed to get up anyway. I’d been in my chair for hours. Time for a break.

I moved and noticed Todd was now peering at my shirt.

“What is wrong with you, man?”

I shrugged and looked down. Now I understood. “I like my ‘Inspector of Manholes’ shirt.” I’d forgotten what I put on that morning.

Not that I cared one way or the other, but getting a rise out of people was a fun pastime. I had plenty more where this one came from. My sister kept my supply fresh.

“I’m surprised you’re not beat up more often.”

 

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