Monday, December 3, 2012
Monday Moan ~ Here Without You!
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Since I forgot to write a Sunday Snog, I'm bringing back my Monday Moan. Grin. Here's one from from Here Without You. Grin!
Word Count: 21K
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Action-Adventure/Suspense, BDSMv Themes: Gay
Love doesn’t always happen according to plan.
Some guys have all the luck and some guys love the pain. Slash Gunderson knows that feeling well. His place behind the drums for Glow is a dream come true. Can he accept his need for kink and the man who makes his heart beat?
Hiram Moline loves his job as the head of security for Glow. He’s also in love with Slash. There’s one major glitch -- someone has been sending Slash threatening letters. Hiram’s not about to let anything happen to Slash. Can he convince Slash they’ve got something strong before the stalker gets the upper hand?
Here's the moan!
Well, fuck in a basket. The little shit. Hiram growled. "I don't want to change you, Leo. I like the piercings and the crazy hair. The eyeliner is hot as hell, but sometimes I want to just see you." Time to take control. Hiram twisted the knob in the shower stall and flicked his fingers in the falling water. "Arms."
Without giving him time to complain, Hiram yanked the shirt up over Leo's head. Leo drove him to the brink, but damn, he was sexy. He loved when Leo's hair stuck out at all angles. He loved the natural blond in the caramel-colored strands, not the black spray Leo insisted he needed to wear to look tough. If Leo wanted, he could run with the innocent look. Hell, he might get more ass that way. Hiram groaned. He didn't want to share Leo with anyone. But the way Leo acted, he wasn't terribly interested in having a relationship with Hiram, either.
Hiram locked his heart tight behind the protective walls. If Leo wanted no strings, then fine. He'd get no strings. For now.
"Drop your pants." Hiram flicked his fingers. "We're going to play."
The petulance in Leo's eyes melted into fear then passion. The corner of his mouth kinked. He shoved his pants and briefs to the floor, then kicked the pile of discarded clothes to the side.
"Good boy." Hiram nudged Leo under the spray. Black streaked down his back in a spider web pattern from the temporary dye in Leo's hair. The eyeliner smeared from the corners of his eyes.
Hiram's cock throbbed. He needed to touch Leo, to caress him, and fuck him -- once he found a rubber. He trusted Leo, sure, but they still needed condoms. He found the box in the vanity and grabbed one foil packet.
"Soap yourself." Hiram pulled his shirt up over his head with one hand. When the T-shirt cleared his head, he caught sight of Leo. Water droplets flew from the blond spikes. His lips parted and a faraway look lit up his eyes. One hand palmed the soap, but his other hand worked over his cock in long strokes.
So he wanted to play with himself? Good. Hiram kicked out of his pants and stepped into the shower stall. The shower wasn't large, and with two bodies, it got damned snug. Hiram loved the confined feeling. He squirted shampoo into his hands and worked the slippery lather into Leo's hair. Leo backed into Hiram and groaned. Hiram's cock moved up and down along the seam of Leo's ass.
"Rinse, but don't you dare come without me."