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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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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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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Saturday Seductive Studs – 02 March 2013

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Greetings, all!

As I’m celebrating the release of Lust in Time: Erotic Romance through the Ages—a great collection edited by Rob Rosen and released by MLR Press, my clip today is from my contribution, Giant Killer, the 1000 BC entry in the anthology.

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The handsome warrior was more than an ordinary soldier; he was the king’s son. Surely he will have no time for a shepherd. David had clearly heard Jonathan’s frustration when he got saddled with his care. Silently he followed behind.

Jonathan’s chamber befit a soldier—sparse and spare, the room was little more than utilitarian—yet David could still tell he was with royalty. Rich woods and textiles comprised what masculine furnishings there were. A hint of cloves seemed to hang in the air. There was no decoration.

“As my father decided, that is to be your bed.” Jonathan pointed to a small cot shoved into a corner. Spare pieces of armor were stacked nearby.

“Th—thank you, my lord.” David looked around the room, missing the simplicity of Jesse’s house. His excitement had waned, and never had he wished so much to be in Bethlehem. Suddenly he felt very much alone.

“There is water and a basin so you may wash and change clothing.”

“Yes, my lord,” he replied, keeping his eyes averted. Looking at Jonathan just made his heart race and his mouth dry—it was easier to look at the floor or walls—anywhere but at the attractive soldier.

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Saturday Seductive Studs – 16 February 2013

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Greetings, all!

Yes, I’m late—really late! Sometimes the real world intervenes on my fantasy world of writing. Ho hum! 🙁

But, I will soldier on and continue with Summer of History. This week’s clip follows hard on the heels of last week‘s piece, and we get to find out some of Ryan and Scott’s inter-personal history. I am inserting a break ’cause the boys are awfully randy, so this week’s piece is VERY adult and may not be suitable for all tastes ;-). Continue at your own risk…

 

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Jackson’s fingers massaged the gel around Ryan’s hole, immersing him again in those waves of pleasure.

“Fuck me, please!”

“Who are you and where’s Ryan?” Scott feigned looking around the room. “You’re really into things tonight. Why’s that?” He lifted Ryan’s legs up onto his shoulders.

“I don’t know.” Ryan shifted his hips to better accommodate Scott’s approaching cock. “I was reminiscing—remembering our first summer in Paris.” He breathed in as Scott’s cock head pressed into his tight ring of muscle.

“Oh, God!” Scott inhaled as he entered Ryan. “That shitty little room I rented in Pigalle!” Slowly he pushed inward, filling Ryan’s warm channel. “Why we didn’t fall through the floor when we fucked I’ll never know.”

Ryan chuckled and then groaned as Scott filled him, touching that spot inside. “I never understood why you weren’t evicted—we made so much noise!” He moved his legs, wrapping them around the painter’s waist and pulling him closer; his hands entwined in Scott’s hair. “And at all hours of the day and night!”

“We really weren’t any louder than the rest of the tenants.” Lowering his head, Scott captured Ryan’s mouth, invading with his tongue to taste his lover. Their tongues dueled, mimicking the thrusts of their hips, which moved in tandem, grinding against each other as Scott continued to plunge into Ryan.

Ryan broke away from the kiss. “No, we just went on longer!”

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Saturday Seductive Studs – 09 February 2013

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Greetings, all!

I’m continuing with Summer of History. Today’s piece follows a little later and provides a peek at one of the cracks in Ryan and Scott’s relationship:

Rolling onto his back, Ryan opened his eyes.

Moonlight washed the room in mercurial light, pouring over Scott like liquid silver. Ryan admired how the light flowed across the ridges of Scott’s muscular body, was strangely jealous of the moon’s touch, as it highlighted a latissimus, rippled past his tricep, as he searched through the drawer for a condom. If only I could be that close to him.

Entranced by the play of light and shadow across his lover’s muscled frame, Ryan stroked his dick, only slightly softened by the break in their lovemaking. Even the feel of his own hand was enthralling to Ryan. Why am I feeling this way? What is going on?

Usually he wasn’t that into sex. Not in the down and dirty physical sense. He craved the emotional intimacy, the vulnerability inherent in being naked and alone with another man, not just the physical release of an orgasm. That was an essential difference between him and Scott—for him sex was more than just rubbing body parts together until someone came.

The cold shock of lube on his ass brought Ryan back from his musing.

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Saturday Seductive Studs – 02 February 2013

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Greetings, all!

In order to satisfy those of more prurient interest ;-), I’ve continued following last week’s excerpt from Summer of History:

Undeterred by Ryan’s shifting posture, Scott focused his caresses on the sensitive flesh along the crack of Ryan’s ass. With a single finger he traced the whorls of hair that curled in and out of his lover’s butt. Moving slowly from side to side he drew a gentle line from the dimple at the base of his spine, along the curves of his cheeks, down to the wrinkled flesh behind his balls. Pausing only briefly to fondle Ryan’s sac, Scott’s finger retraced its path upward. All the while Scott slowly humped against Ryan’s flank.

Between the delicate touch on his ass, the unmistakable insistence on his thigh and the pressure of his own weight on his dick, Ryan’s body turned traitor. His cock engorged; tendrils of heat and physical craving worked their way into his brain, speeding his pulse and thickening his cock even more. And—damn it!—he knew that Scott would know; he had always been able to tell when Ryan was turned on. Indeed as if sensing Ryan’s arousal, Scott increased his attentions, probing more deeply with his fingers.

Groaning with both frustration and desire, Ryan gave in to the physical sensations.

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Saturday Seductive Studs – 26 January 2013

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Greetings, all!

This week I’ve chosen a bit from a work in progress, Summer of History. Our hero, Dr. Ryan MacDonald, is an anthropologist who gets caught up in some unseemly doings while on a research sabbatical. This scene is before all hell breaks loose:

Coming awake in the darkness, Ryan glanced at the bedside table where the clock glowed greenly—3:20. What had woken him? He heard the nighttime sounds of the loft: distant rumbles from the switch yard, gurgles from the plumbing upstairs, hip-hop bass beats fading from some passing car. Then he identified it—the not so quiet sound of someone trying to be quiet; Scott was home.

Lying on his side and feigning sleep, he listened as Scott shuffled quietly into the bedroom. He felt movement as Scott brushed the mattress and caught a whiff of sandalwood and patchouli—he recognized Scott’s body wash—so he had showered at the school’s rec center. What did that mean? The mattress squelched softly as Scott climbed into the bed. Nestling in close, he fit his body to the curves of Ryan’s back and ass. Ryan felt damp hair against the nape of his neck. So he showered just before coming home.

Not wanting to fight, Ryan made drowsy mumbling noises to convey that he wasn’t waking up. Apparently taking those as encouragement, Scott softly stroked a hand down along Ryan’s side to his groin. Determined to resist Scott’s late-night, or rather early-morning, seduction, Ryan mumbled some more and shifted position away from the caressing fingers and onto his stomach. As usual, Scott had become aroused quickly, and his erection now pressed against Ryan’s left butt cheek.

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Saturday Seductive Studs – 19 January 2013

 

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Greetings, all!

Today is the second of my new blog hops—Saturday Seductive Studs!

As I’m running behind schedule, I’ve decided to do a clip from Side Effects, my contemporary romance novella which should be coming out next month (fingers crossed).

If you’d like to play catch-up, go here. Where we’re at: Max, our narrator, has just invited his best friend and lab-mate, Damien, back to his room:

The drive back to campus was quick, our silence comfortable, yet heavy with anticipation. Our hands lay together on the center console, fingers entwined. I marveled at my change of fortune.

My door had barely latched when Damien pressed me against the wall, his hands cupping my face. Those hazel eyes glimmered in the dim light; I just wanted to fall into their depths, to swim along with those green flecks. He closed the distance and our lips met. The touch was shocking, thrilling—a hundred times I’d dreamed of this and not one fantasy could match the excitement that raced through me.

At first he was tentative, soft and gentle; his mouth tasted of mint. I wrapped him in my arms and pulled him closer, tangling my hands in his hair. His auburn curls slid like silk through my fingers. The kiss deepened; our mouths and tongues exploring, craving, enjoying each other.

I levered us away from the wall, and we stumbled, still clutched together, toward my bed. With a push I had Damien on his back, and I relished the look of him, rumpled and flustered—and hot to trot, judging from the mound in his pants.

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