Hump Day Hook – 01 May 2013

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Greetings, all! It’s Hump Day! And even better—it’s a giveaway day!

Yep! Each author on the HDH loop is hosting a giveaway, so be sure to visit everybody for lots of chances to win!

For today’s hook, I’m continuing with my WIP, Ark. If you would like to catch up with Luk and his world, click here.

Luk dropped down and sat on his haunches, a thumbnail trapped between his teeth. The misteree called to him. What was behind the rack? Why wasn’t it in the schematics? He glanced from the shelves to the hallway and back.

With a sharp nod, Luk crept across the room, quickly looking up and down the companionway. Master Jon was occupied out of sight, whistling tunelessly as he worked. Luk keyed the lock code, and the entry slid closed with a soft shush.

Quickly he unloaded the contents of the shelves, piling the containers wherever they might fit. Next went the entire section of shelving, each piece stacked neatly to the side. The exposed bulkhead resembled every other section of wall in the Ark—gray plastinel squares joined to more gray plastinel squares. Luk examined the segment and could find no irregularity, hearing only a hollow thump with every tap. He poked and prodded along the connections and was rewarded with a snick. A section had come loose.

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Luk let out the breath he’d been holding. Grabbing hold he pulled, and the entire section swung out to reveal a door—a really strange door.

So, what’s beyond the door?

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‘Til next time!

Saturday Seductive Studs – 27 April 2013

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Greetings, all!

Yes, I have again been somewhat AWOL from the blogosphere—but I assure everyone it has been for good reasons! In my absence Saturday Seductive Studs has morphed into Seductive Studs and Sirens—we’re taking on a broader focus, which can only be a good thing!

Have no fear though, I am continuing with my work in progress, A Summer of History. If you’re new, you can catch up with Ryan MacDonald and Scott Jackson’s clips here.

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Scott just didn’t seem to get it—a little kiss and tickle didn’t make up for what he’d done. He’d violated their agreement by violating their home. Ryan wasn’t jealous of his affairs; secretly, he’d resigned himself to that aspect of Jackson years ago; but he was jealous of his home, his personal space with Scott—that was his alone. Why was it so hard for Scott to exercise any sort of self-control?

A thought crept up from his subconscious: Why are you accepting second place? Ryan worked to squelch that line of inquiry. Nothing lay in that direction except to rehash a lot of old hurts. But he was worthy of first place, wasn’t he? At least in his own home, right?

Not seeing anything positive down that road, Ryan topped off the mug of coffee and headed for his laptop to continue planning his field research.

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‘Til next time!

Hump Day Hook – 17 April 2013

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 Greetings, all!

Today we find out a little bit more about Luk and his world:

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Grabbing his compad, Luk accessed the internal schematics of the Ark. Master Jon’s laboratory was located in the third Ring, making the storage room one of the outermost spaces in the Ark. According to Luk’s Engineering class, that meant there were no other spaces beyond except superstructure, then exoskin, then…nothing. The schematics confirmed it. The back storage room was a rectangular space, labeled Storaj Lokker 3-3-639677—XAP. Luk didn’t know what an XAP designation meant—and neither did the schematic legend, apparently—but the schematics showed no irregularity in the room.

Curiosity poked at Luk. He knew he should alert Master Jon to the inaccuracy, but this was something different. Like him, it was not quite the way it was supposed to be. An Old Erth word came to mind—misteree.

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Saturday Seductive Studs – 13 April 2013

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 Greetings, all!

We are continuing along with Summer of History:

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Saturday was gray and overcast, a low pressure system having moved in from the plains. The weather matched Ryan’s mood—bruised and livid. After Scott’s ‘make-up sex,’ Ryan had showered again and spent what was left of the night tossing on the sofa. Sometime after dawn he had dozed off, only to wake when the loft’s door had clanged closed.

He sat up and scrubbed his face with his palms. Not enough poor sleep had done little more than leave him fuzzy and irritable; it was like a wet wool blanket lay over his brain:  thinking was scratchy and uncomfortable. Shambling to the kitchen, he found that Scott had brewed coffee before leaving; he’d also left a note stuck into the top of the coffeemaker. Gone to lab. Oddly, Grandville College referred to any class-related workspace as a lab; so Jackson’s studio at the college was the Life Studies Laboratory. Who’da thunk?

Hoping to exorcise the malaise from his brain, Ryan poured a large cup of the Jamaican blend and dosed it liberally with sugar and cream. He leaned against the counter’s edge and contemplated the purple expanse of clouds that obscured what was normally a really impressive view. A storm is coming, he thought. And not just out on the streets.

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‘Til next time!

Hump Day Hook – 10 April 2013

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Greetings, all!

I am continuing with Ark:

Luk had made progress about halfway around the room when he shifted a box atop the shelving only to hear something go rattling down behind the rack. The shelves looked as if they were affixed directly to the wall. Getting down on his knees, he moved the items on the bottom shelf and tried to reach whatever had fallen. He could go no farther than the back of the shelf, which made an odd thump when his hand hit it. What he had thought was wall was actually a panel across the back of the shelves. That’s strange, he thought. But that means there’s a space behind them!

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Hump Day Hook – 03 April 2013

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Greetings, all!

Today’s hook continues with Ark, showing us more of what’s going on with Luk:

Luk of Ark by C.C. WilliamsMaster Jon stood before his bank of equipment, making notes on a compad, and looked up as Luk entered the laboratory. “You’re early, Luk! Everything all right at your studies?”

The Tutor had always taken an interest in Luk’s doings—his questions gave Luk a warm, comfortable feeling in his chest. That made it easier to deal with his classmates.

“Yes, Master Jon.” The answer came out like a squeaky rasp. He coughed to clear his throat. Lately his voice had been sounding strange.

The Tutor cocked his head. “Anything else you might want to tell me?”

Luk’s face grew hot. He had more of that hair growing. It was under his arms, on his belly, even down there—between his legs. He had taken to using a knife from the mess hall to cut at it, but it just kept coming back. Luk shook his head. “No, Tutor.”

“Very well.” Jon continued to look at Luk, who examined the nearest piece of equipment. Finally, Jon returned to his notes. “Today I would like you to inventory and organize the back storage room.”

“Yes, Tutor.” Luk called up the inventory protocol on his compad and made his way through the research lab. At least this work would keep his mind busy and off the tingly sensation Master Jon gave him down there.

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Saturday Seductive Studs – 30 March 2013

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Greetings, all!

It’s Saturday and time for some Seductive Studs! (Yes, I know, I’ve been AWOL for a few weeks.)

I’m returning to Summer of History, where we rejoin Ryan and Scott in flagrante delicto:

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Ryan ran his teeth along Scott’s jaw to nibble at the soft skin beneath his ear. Scott grunted, deep in his throat. Ryan knew exactly where to tease him. As Ryan’s fingers massaged Scott’s muscular back, his mouth continued south over the hollow of the painter’s collarbone and across his chest to seize a nipple in its teeth.

As Ryan chewed and licked at the nub of flesh, Scott’s thrusts accelerated and his breath came in labored pants, gusting across Ryan’s shoulder. Scott pumped harder, driving his cock deeper into Ryan, who moaned as his nuts tightened, orgasm coiling in his groin.

“Oh, damn! Yeah, harder… harder!” demanded Ryan.

Scott obliged, slamming his hips against him as if trying to drive him through the headboard. Ryan gripped Scott’s upper arms, pulling himself against Scott’s cock, willing him deeper still. Scott thrust. Ryan pulled. Suddenly they both gasped as their bodies spasmed. Shaking, together their cocks pumped sprays of semen, hot spurts of electric, liquid fire. Thick trails of pearlescent come crossed Ryan’s chest, while Scott pulled out and tossed aside the condom. Fisting his cock, Scott added his own stands of milky fluid to the web on Ryan’s chest, before collapsing beside him.

“Shit,” whispered Scott. “That was some good make-up sex.”

“Yeah, like everything’s all better now.” With that Ryan got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

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‘Til next time!

Hump Day Hook – 27 March 2013

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Greetings, all! It’s time for Hump Day Hook! I’m continuing with Ark, so we can learn some more about Luk and his world:

Luk walked down the two levels to the Research Lab where he had his work assignment. Master Jon was called a botanist; he studied things called plants. Jon’s plants were green floppy things with hairy looking white bits that floated in trays of sticky liquid under blue lights. The lights made Luk’s skin glow oddly. According to the Tutor, Old Erth had once been covered with these plant-things, but they had been in the ground, not trays of biogel. Luk tried to imagine green things growing out of the floor. The thought made him queasy.

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‘Til next time!

 

Hump Day Hook – 20 March 2013

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Greetings, all!

For today’s hook I’ve decided to continue with Ark and trickle out a little more about Luk and his world:

30 Febru 215 ARY

This day in his fourteenth year Luk left his classroom, grasping his compad and focusing on nothing but his feet. Watching the gray and worn plastinel of the corridor pass, he blocked out the buzz of curious whispers and the hisses of disturbed complacency. He’d heard “that boy” or “gene freak” for so long that the phrases barely registered. He just couldn’t take the looks of fear when he glanced down at the whisperers—for Luk was now taller than all his classmates. Almost as big as Master Jon, the Head Tutor and largest man in the Ark, Luk found it easier to look at his shuffling feet.

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Hump Day Hook – 13 March 2013

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 Greetings, all! It is mid-week and time for some Hump Day Hooking!

I was in a bit of a quandary about what to post today. I have several works in progress, all in various stages of undress, and none screaming for particular attention. (Probably because I’m focused on a deadline at the end of the month.) So, since I’ve been diddling about in the historical past recently, I decided to go in the opposite direction. This week’s bit is from my dystopian story, Ark:

Luk was born into a world in which he had no place.

As a child he was unaware of that fact, raised as he was in the nursery with other children. They ate, slept, and studied together, unaware of their impending difference. At first the light olive tone of his skin had merely amused his pale, milky companions. The tight black fuzz which had begun to grow across his head seemed to concern the Matrons somewhat, although they never said as much. They would simply cluck their tongues while covering the stuff with a smelly cream and washing the lot away, all the while shushing his juvenile questions. By his tenth year the Matrons had given up on the cream and simply clipped the stuff weekly. At twelve he learned it was called hair. No one had had hair since the Ark had begun its long Journey.

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‘Til next time!