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It contains
substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be
considered offensive by some readers.
These are parts of
stories that are still being written, its coming right off the paper no
re-read. No editing. No checking.
A peek at Gene and Dan because it’s not in the book anymore
[note: this part will help for next week’s corner]
Moonlit Wolves #6: The Rub of my Werewolf
Deleted scene
“Who the fuck is that?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Both sentences were yelled across a room, even as both man stood
near each other. Both of them said at the same time.
Craig and Phil were in the middle of a domestic. It had been the
first in there little group, and became even more amusing—um…disturbing? Troubling?
Gene wasn’t sure which one it was meant to be—because they should be in marital
bliss, but instead, on Phil first weekend home from Uni, he was here, fighting
with Craig.
Then came the silence.
Gene chuckled as he walked back into the lounge room. He wanted
to see what this was all about. He wanted to know what had been going on with
them, because Phil had refused to say anything. Gene couldn’t even understand
his rambles and rants, as he passed around, changing his mind as to how he
should be seeing this.
“So?” Phil asked, in a Prima Donna tone that so didn’t work with
the male that was speaking it.
Gene flicked his eyes up, he needed to see where he was going,
even as he was texting Chris on his phone, keeping the man up to date on the
who’s and what’s of this argument. They had bets. One for what it was about.
Who was in the wrong and how long it would take for them to play hide the dick. And finally one for when
they’d make up.
It was hella fun knowing the mating rituals of the men he lived
with. It made all this so much more fun. Along with the newness of others
involved and the situation itself.
Gene was in fucking bliss.
His eyes only met a moment before he they went back down, but it
was a voice, a greeting that had him stopped dead in his tracks.
Everything was forgotten. It was only generational that had him
still able to grip the phone and beer in his hands as he looked into the face
of his own mate.
Daniel.
Dan. Right here in his fucking living room.
“What?” What!
“Ah,” Dan looked good. It’s wasn’t really something he should
have been taking note on, but the fact was the last time had been a month ago,
and that was nearly enough time to change a man. Or was it, the time it took
for a person to enhance parts of them that they were attractive to?
Whatever it was, it hadn’t really worked with Gene, he say Dan
in the same perfection he stood at the door in. though the uncertainty, shook,
was something new. Normally he’d have been a lot more confident even as he
hunched over. But then, Gene guessed, was because he’d know what was happening,
what he wanted, and so found it easy for him to be aggressive.
“Ah, Gene, hello,” wow, was that formal, or what?
“Hey, whatcha doin’ here?” that’s
it, Gene, don’t let him know your vibrating with need to have the other man in
your arms. Don’t even let him get a sense that you’ve missed him in the time
you haven’t seen him?
“Ah, yeah,” his shoulders turned in a little more.
Fucking brain, had been right, but the thing was, Gene had a
thought that he was a little more pissed off at Dan than he thought he would
be.
Let’s face it, the man did fuck off and leave him, just like he
promised, even if the words were never said. He’d blown Gene that last time,
and as he walked away, he’d made perfectly sure that Gene wouldn’t feel too
disappointed if he never showed up again. But he’d still felt like death every
time he’d looked for him and not seen him. He still had that complete empty
hole in his chest that caved in with each moment that he realised, no matter
how much he’d told himself that Daniel wasn’t going to show up.
He’d still felt it like that very first time. Like the only
person he’d ever wanted, was walking out of his life without glancing back.
“You two know each other,” Craig asked, in his no time to shit
attitude.
“Uh…” Dan said, looking at Craig as if he was meant to
understand more than what was spoken. Like he was going to turn around and be
abused because he didn’t have the answer.
It was odd. Odd enough that it had Gene pausing in his own fury,
and unreasoned grief. Why was Daniel here?
“Yeah,’ Gene filled in, it couldn’t really help it. Not only
because there was silence when words need to be. But clearly, Dan was having
trouble with words at the moment and Gene couldn’t stand anyone struggling that
way. He found it painful with a kick of opening his own mouth in Dan’s obvious
discomfort. “We’ve hooked up a few times.”
“Have you now,” Craig asked Dan in a tone and look that was
clearly a mother being pissed—or was it more inquiry? Whatever it was, it
hadn’t been a question.
Dan had nodded slightly. his hair moving seemed the only thing
that moved.
“And…?” what the fuck was that question. Everything in it meant
a shit load more than just the word that was used.
“Nah, no one knew I met up with him.”
“So what the fuck is this all about,” he waved his arm, clearly
speaking of something more. Something… something…
“What the fucks happening, Dan?” Gene asked, his tone softer
than the words used, and before his sentences was out he was cupping the other
man’s face. Feeling the solid jaw under his fingers. The body heat as it sunk
into his skin.
This was not his Dan. He was a lot of things. And he curled
himself away from the world like he was waiting for the punch line---or punch,
if Gene really thought about it. But thinking about Dan getting beaten wasn’t
going to put him in any better a mood.
Dan smiled, it was sweet, and it was open and it was wholly and
completely Gene’s. He sucked a breath back at the beauty of it before Dan’s
hand came up and pulled Gene closer to him, so there lips met in a kiss both
sweet, and hot in the same description.
Like always, the word disappeared around them as Dan took Gene’s
mouth in a way that belittled his small words and shadowy personality. Tongues
and teeth, and lips and mouth, met and mated and created something so hot it
curled Gene’s toe in the carpet and made him harder than steel. He was sure he
leaked. His cock had jumped a few times when Dan had pulled them closer and rub
against him slightly. He wasn’t really starting anything, but it was impossible
for Gene not to want the sex that was promised in ever movement and caress he
was given.
That too, and it had been a fucking month since he’d seen the
man, and gotten any sort of sex. He’d not even thought of sex with someone else
outside of what he’d had with Dan, and there wasn’t any way he’d be able to
step out on the man. Even if they’d never even spoke on seconds let along
exclusive.
When they parted, Gene rested his forehead against Dan’s. As
they took in lung full after lung full. It didn’t take long before Gene’s was
taking Dan’s mouth again. Walking him backwards, he managed to push him up
against a wall.
The hard surface stopped the progress, but it got Gene closer to
the man he wanted to be with. Covered cocks rub against each other, a roll of
sloppy worked well as his hands gript Dan’s hair, turning him slightly so he
could get further into the man’s mouth.
Dan’s hands went under his shirt. One picking at his nipple,
making a ripple of sensation run down Gene’s body and into his balls. rolling
them up sharply. The other pulled at the cord on his trackies and slide inside
his boxer briefs.
A hot, rough hand wrapped around his cock, as Gene rolled his
hips into to movement. It was a bliss he’d come to expect whenever they’d been
this close, along with the added surprise of it happening now.
Gene loved the way Dan help him. He loved that sting of
callouses, that made him remember he was fucking a man. Not that he’d ever
forget. It wasn’t as if the body he was kissing could have been anything but a
man.
Needing more breath, Gene let go of Dan’s mouth, his head
lifting back, showing his neck, to the only man he’d truly craved. Dan’s lips
attacked, and Gene’s hands started roaming. Sliding down his back, before
gripping his arse, pulling him closer, even as the hand was in the way.
It didn’t matter. Nothing matter, but them getting closer and
closer, and it wasn’t going to happen if they were still wearing clothes. Why
were they anyway? Gene didn’t know the answer, so it obviously didn’t matter or
he’d have remember the reason, right.
Before Dan’s shirt was at his elbows, Eamon’s hard voice stopped
him cold.
“No fucking in the living
room,” he commanded and Gene couldn’t help but stop.
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