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swarmed out of the building.
"You had your chance, Andy." Horse crouched, ready counter another attempted hit.
"Totally, and now you're going to jail. Both of you." Jim sounded furious, and Horse knew they'd only be in for a day, but that might be enough. Horse thought Andy looked a little relieved.
"Drop the baseball bat." The order came from one of the cops and Andy dropped the bat immediately.
Horse swore that if they all had to go tell the same fucking story again...
The cops moved in, taking Andy down, yanking the doctor back with him. Horse sank back against the truck, looking at Jim.
"We could just walk over to the chicken place..." Jim suggested.
"We could just grill fucking steaks at home." Being on their home turf made sense to Horse. He knew how to protect them there.
"Works for me. Let's go, man."
Horse didn't tarry. He didn't want to risk anything else happening. Or anyone wanting statements or any fucking thing. He got in the truck and drove off, moving slow enough that the police understood they were just leaving.
Just going home.
Chapter 6
----
"Horse? There's a bad storm coming in. You want me to pull in the deck chairs closer to the house?"
The chicken was already cooked, the grill closed up and unhooked.
"Sure, baby." Horse was finishing up their salad, getting out the rolls, and setting the table.
James got the chairs wrestled to the porch and bungeed down, wishing he had his damn arm on.
Horse popped his head out the door. "Everything good?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I got it."
"Stubborn son of a bitch." Horse grinned.
"You know it. We got our candles and flashlights?"
"Yep. Is it wrong that I hope we lose power?"
"You like watching storms in the dark?" James thought that would be fun--the rain, the waves, them naked.
"Uh-huh. Plus I bet your skin looks amazing in candlelight."
Every so often James' lover said something utterly amazing.
"You want a beer?" James wandered over and took a kiss.
"Is my answer ever no to that question?" Horse's arms slid around him.
"Mmm. I don't know. If you have to choose between beer and blowjobs, you'll pick blowjobs every time."
Horse pouted. "You're not going to make me choose are you?"
"God, no." James took another kiss, making this one count.
Groaning, Horse kissed him back, hands sliding to cup his ass.
Maybe the beer could wait.
About The Author
Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to Chicago.
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, Sean is currently attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate-spinning and soap-carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
To learn more about Sean, please visit:
www.seanmichaelwrites.com
* * * *
Don't miss Blue Collar, by Sean Michael,
available at AmberQuill.com!
Kendall Webber is deep in the closet. Between working as a mechanic in a garage, having served in the army during the era of Don't Ask, Don't Tell, and being raised by a fundamentalist-preacher stepfather who sent him to summer camps to make him straight, he's learned to hide his sexuality from absolutely everyone.
Still, when a tall, dark, and handsome stud named Barton Willis III roars into the garage in his vintage Mustang, Kendall can't help but look admiringly and longingly at the man, just a little. And when the flirtatious Barton not only looks back but eagerly invites him to explore his hidden desires, Kendall's whole world
"You had your chance, Andy." Horse crouched, ready counter another attempted hit.
"Totally, and now you're going to jail. Both of you." Jim sounded furious, and Horse knew they'd only be in for a day, but that might be enough. Horse thought Andy looked a little relieved.
"Drop the baseball bat." The order came from one of the cops and Andy dropped the bat immediately.
Horse swore that if they all had to go tell the same fucking story again...
The cops moved in, taking Andy down, yanking the doctor back with him. Horse sank back against the truck, looking at Jim.
"We could just walk over to the chicken place..." Jim suggested.
"We could just grill fucking steaks at home." Being on their home turf made sense to Horse. He knew how to protect them there.
"Works for me. Let's go, man."
Horse didn't tarry. He didn't want to risk anything else happening. Or anyone wanting statements or any fucking thing. He got in the truck and drove off, moving slow enough that the police understood they were just leaving.
Just going home.
Chapter 6
----
"Horse? There's a bad storm coming in. You want me to pull in the deck chairs closer to the house?"
The chicken was already cooked, the grill closed up and unhooked.
"Sure, baby." Horse was finishing up their salad, getting out the rolls, and setting the table.
James got the chairs wrestled to the porch and bungeed down, wishing he had his damn arm on.
Horse popped his head out the door. "Everything good?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I got it."
"Stubborn son of a bitch." Horse grinned.
"You know it. We got our candles and flashlights?"
"Yep. Is it wrong that I hope we lose power?"
"You like watching storms in the dark?" James thought that would be fun--the rain, the waves, them naked.
"Uh-huh. Plus I bet your skin looks amazing in candlelight."
Every so often James' lover said something utterly amazing.
"You want a beer?" James wandered over and took a kiss.
"Is my answer ever no to that question?" Horse's arms slid around him.
"Mmm. I don't know. If you have to choose between beer and blowjobs, you'll pick blowjobs every time."
Horse pouted. "You're not going to make me choose are you?"
"God, no." James took another kiss, making this one count.
Groaning, Horse kissed him back, hands sliding to cup his ass.
Maybe the beer could wait.
About The Author
Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to Chicago.
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, Sean is currently attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate-spinning and soap-carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
To learn more about Sean, please visit:
www.seanmichaelwrites.com
* * * *
Don't miss Blue Collar, by Sean Michael,
available at AmberQuill.com!
Kendall Webber is deep in the closet. Between working as a mechanic in a garage, having served in the army during the era of Don't Ask, Don't Tell, and being raised by a fundamentalist-preacher stepfather who sent him to summer camps to make him straight, he's learned to hide his sexuality from absolutely everyone.
Still, when a tall, dark, and handsome stud named Barton Willis III roars into the garage in his vintage Mustang, Kendall can't help but look admiringly and longingly at the man, just a little. And when the flirtatious Barton not only looks back but eagerly invites him to explore his hidden desires, Kendall's whole world
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