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Monday, July 26, 2010

He Started It!

I had a lot of fun writing my story for eXcessica's "Triad" anthology. It was the first time I'd taken a stab at a man-on-man relationship, albeit within the context of a threesome. My story, called "He Started It!" deals with a mock-taboo relationship, and is told from the point of view of my female character.

36-year-old Nicole Michaud, three years divorced from Kurt Stevens, receives a surprise visit from Kurt's 22-year-old nephew, Ben Stevens. Ben, though, is not alone. He's accompanied by his best friend, Harley Briggs. Nicole has always suspected that Ben had a crush on her, even when he was too young to know exactly what a crush was. She is also surprised how much Ben looks like his uncle.

What neither Nicole nor Ben know is that Harley is a young man with feelings he doesn't understand. Feelings for Ben which run deeper than just friendship.

This excerpt comes soon after Harley reveals his man-crush to Nicole.

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He was dressed in just a pair of jeans, the tautness of his upper body a testament to his discipline and training.

“That’s new.” I pointed to his chest, at the spot he’d rubbed at last night, a peace sign tattooed on his left pec. “You think it works, you being in the army and all?”

Reserves. And I’m in supplies. Thinking about transferring to catering, though…in your honour.”

“Yeah? What’s your specialty dish?”

“Duck…and cover.”

“Idiot. Seriously, though…a tatt?”

He glanced down, trailed his fingers across it like it was a rabbit’s foot, or a crystal ball.

“I got it for mom.”

I smiled, though I almost felt like crying. Gina, Ben’s mom, had been like a sister to me, at least while I was part of the family. She never said as much, but I got a strong feeling that she didn’t like Kurt. She always was a smart woman.

I snapped out of my reverie when I realized Ben had asked me something.

“Huh?”

“I said who do I have to fuck to get a coffee around here?”

“You know where everything is, so I guess you can go fuck yourself.”

He made out he was going to give me a backhanded slap. “Why you…I oughta…”

I threw my hands up, arching my fingers like I’d just applied nail polish. “No, no, big boy…not the face!”

“Then where?”

I bit my lip and smiled in lieu of an answer. Every answer I had was just plain wrong.

Judging by the smile that adorned Ben’s face, he was thinking along the same lines. He made for the coffee-maker, with only a small detour to knock me backwards with his meaty shoulder.

“Hey, sorry, lady. Didn’t see you there.”

As he reached up for the coffee jar I slipped my fingers into his armpits from behind. He froze instantly.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, you know I would.”

“Uh…but I’ll drop the coffee.”

“Then put it down.”

He moved slowly, placing the jar on the bench top. I could see even from behind that he was smiling. Thinking I was in control, I relaxed too soon.

With his arms already down, he clenched his muscles, trapping my fingers. I tried to wriggle them, but he was far too strong. He pushed against the bench, his bulk forcing me back. Then, in what looked to me like one movement, he dropped into a crouch to pull my hands loose, spun around and stood, swooping me up into his arms like I was a kitten, or a little girl. I think I even squealed.

Ben’s smile dimmed almost to nothing. His mouth was tight and hard, like the rest of his body, and his breath washed down over my lips. He looked angry, but I’d known him since before puberty hit, since before testosterone started telling him to hide this expression from the world.

Fear.

Before I even thought about it, I slipped my mouth onto his and savored the smoothness of his lips. His voice guttered like water in a frypan and he squeezed me so tightly I felt like I’d break.

His tongue found mine as my hand curled up into his hair, but I knew it had to stop. God, Harley had just bared his soul to me and suddenly it’s my lips locked with Ben’s? The man who used to be my nephew. What the hell is wrong with me?

I pulled away and shook my head. He loosed me from his grip and let me slide to the floor. We separated, stood tensely, breathing heavily, in opposite corners of the kitchen, like boxers between rounds.

I spoke first.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry, Ben. That was…” Heaven. That’s what that was. “That was so wrong of me, on so many levels.”

He just chuckled. “Y’know, I’ve dreamed about doing that since I was, I don’t know…12?”

“Well, it's done now, you don’t need to waste any more time on it.” I didn’t mean to sound snippy, but I had two layers of guilt riding my ass.

“You know…my dreams always went further than-”

“I think Harley’s out of the shower now. Why don’t you go…take care of yourself?”

“Maybe I will.” His smile tore a new hole in my belly. He held my gaze for a moment, then turned and stalked across the living room, unfastening his jeans as he went. I squeezed my thighs together as I watched his butt.


5 comments:

Emma Hillman said...

Ohhh. Nice!
That reminds me I've received my author copy of Triad so I'll be able to take it on holidays with me. I can't wait to read the full story, Willsin!

Willsin Rowe said...

Thanks, Emma. I've started on "I Am Nobody's", but haven't gotten very far yet. Damn life keeps getting in the way!

Emma Hillman said...

Hence why I can't wait for my hols. I have a huge bag filled with books. Sounds like heaven right now... still have a good week to go though.

Willsin Rowe said...

Mmm...holidays...aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhkkkkk...

(I believe that's the accepted spelling.)

Emma Hillman said...

Lol. 3 weeks of holidays. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot