While I try and figure out
what I want to do for this day instead of talking about myself I thought I’d
share an unedited excerpt of a book I thought, at one time, I wanted to write. Hell,
maybe I still want to write it, however I do believe it might be a little to cutesy
for my reputation – see me kid, lol.
Anyway, if the story comes
back I’ll finish it, as it stands it’s a cool idea but I’ve never gotten past
what I’m about to show you. so enjoy
Straight With A Gay Kink
“Holly fuck, man, can you
two take your lovey dovey shit elsewhere.”
“Jealous?” Cater shot back,
his tone, and attitude that of someone who was pissed and lashing back.
“God no. I, unlike you two
it would seem, have these brilliant things called balls. But more so I know
what they’re made for, and being a cute lesbian couple ain’t that.”
“Fuck you Dave,” Cater
again, this time his hip cock into his arm, as he fully faced his lovers best
mate.
“Classy,” he smiled back.
Fuck, it was easy. Easy to get Cater all worked up. Easy to deflect words that
were so turn it hurt Dave’s inside.
Yeah, he was jealous. Not of
the lovey crap his best mate and his lover were into, really, that was to
chocolaty sweet it gave anyone within a mile of them a toothache. But the love.
God those two were in love. The type of love that couldn’t be broken, kinda
love. Now, that, defiantly something he wanted for himself. But, hell if he was
going to give Cater the pleasure of ever knowing that. Especially not in this
type of situation.
Jack laughed, wrapping his
arms around Cater’s waist and pulling the man towards him. Legs bracket hips,
chest met back. chin on shoulder, it was almost as cute as the noise rubbing
they’d been giving each other before, but at least this time there was an
actual world outside the two of them.
“I always am,” Cater snapped
back at Dave, though the words were dulled slightly from the fact that he just
couldn’t keep that type of hot air when Jack held onto him. it made there
domestics interesting, if you wanted a free show. Not that Jack practically
wanted to see his friends junk used that way, but too drunk to move was the
only reason he didn’t get off the lounge as soon as the first insult came out
of Caters mouth.
“Leave him be,” Jack stage
whispered to Cater, “He’s never been in love.”
Cater’s head tilted slightly
to the side, and he was lost again, floating in a sea by himself, for all those
knew.
“That’s kinda sad.”
And it just got better, he
was now being spoken about, while sitting right here, as well as adding to
their fucking scene. Yeah, him.
More importantly who was
Jack to say he’d never been in love. Dave had been madly in love with someone.
He still was, though he was slowly getting over the infatuation—at least that’s
what he said, but still, here he was, hanging with couples because they were
drinking in a pub he worked at.
“So, whose torch you
holding?” Rabbit said on the other side of the bar. Dave blinked he hadn’t
realised he’d gotten up and walked away from the scene he started.
“Huh?”
“Yeah, which of those to you
want for yourself?”
Huh? That didn’t even make
sense.
“Come on, you’re hear every
time they are, causing trouble.”
Dave smiled over at Rabbit,
“Nah, it’s just fuck riling Cater up, and I’ve already seen both there arses,
didn’t care for either.”
“What?”
“I live with Jack.” Which
should answer any question, but from the look on Rabbit’s face, it hadn’t. “I
was to drunk one night to go to my room when they started bitching at each
other. Ended up getting the whole show.”
“Ah…. I wouldn’t think Jack
would look all that bad under his attire.”
What?! Dave wasn’t sure what
of that comment supposed him the most. Rabbit, the male of all males
complimenting another dude, or that he had used such an old arsed word. But
worse was the red that started burning in his stomach at the fact that the man
Rabbit was complimenting wasn’t him.
“Attire?”
Rabbit blushed slightly,
“It’s an appropriate word.”
“Yeah, in a knitting club,
maybe. In the fifties.”
Other titles in this series
are:
·
Just The Best Man
·
His Straight Boyfriend
·
Bastards and Betrayers
·
Loving Them Lady
I have excuses. Excuses I’ve
been telling others, but more so excuses I’ve been telling myself. Money has
been the main problem, it’s spun me in a hard loop, and most probably what I’ve
been dealing with is a heavy dose of depression, one I’ve managed to have for
so long I’ve worked myself into a state that I’m able to live a semi-normal
life, though I’m feeling very little. I’m doing very little. I want to do less.
