It’s Bruce and Jeffrey’s turn this week–this snippet is from the follwup to The Ancient, Heart’s Embers–the afterglow after one particularly erotic encounter–
They lay in bed, entwined with each other and slick with sweat and semen. Jeffrey turned on his back, and as Bruce hovered over him he cupped his chin and brought their lips together, tasting. Bruce deepened the kiss, then drew back a little, gently stroking the soft skin on Jeffrey’s cheeks with his thumbs.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Kissing you is like going to church for me.”
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Here’s a scene from my current WIP, Las Vegas Circle, in which Thomas finally remembers what it’s like to get pleasured; it’s been over a hundred years, after all–
I almost start sobbing with relief, it’s been so long. The way he’s playing me, using me like an instrument, it’s-incredible. I open my eyes and drag my gaze down to him, and his eyes are looking up at me, that half lidded grey gaze from under those lashes, making us both drunk on sex while those incredible lips slide up and down and his cheeks hollow in and out every time he makes a downward stroke. Fuck—right down to the root. And what’s that wiggly thing he’s doing with his tongue? It should be illegal.
Here’s a snippet about Alasdair and Edgar when they met–
He raises his head, giving Alasdair a pleading look, and two large droplets slip down his cheeks into the corners of his parted lips. Alasdair stares in his eyes then, holding his tear-streaked face in his strong hands. He looks back at him, trembling.
“I–I love you, Master–please–”
He looks at the small smile on Alasdair’s beautiful face and knows he will follow this man–no, this being-anywhere, do whatever he wants, be whatever Alasdair–Mr. Connery–wants him to be. In return, he will be well taken care of. And he has been.
For almost a hundred years and counting.
I gave a snippet about the star crossed lovers, Bruce and Jeffrey last week. Here is a snippet about Alasdair Connery–the Ancient–
. His ebony hair was so black it had a purple cast to it, and he wore it swept straight back from his high forehead, wrapped up in a thick braid that reached down the entire length of his back to the curve of his buttocks and tied with a red silk cord. His face, dusted with the lightest of dark stubble, was a pale mocha, like café au lait heavy on the milk, and he wore his high sculptured cheekbones and slim, aristocratic nose like a badge of honor. His small smile showed sensuous, molded lips.
“OMG, super schwing, he doesn’t look like the typical Scotsman, does he?” Jules said, grabbing Bruce‘s arm. “But he’s still pretty hot.” Bruce wiggled his eyebrows at her, and then chuckled.
This is from The Ancient--in this scene, Jeffrey has just seen his college lover for the first time in five years--he's missed him terribly, even though he's
tried to move on--
Bruce. His lover, his soulmate, his best friend–seeing him after missing him all day. Standing there holding him, those dark curls sifting through his fingers, his nose buried in them as he whispered his name, over and over. His hands roaming over that delicious body. Those eyes, glazed with need for him, love for him. Lying in bed together while they held each other, listening to the nighttime rain falling like liquid diamonds in a soft patter–
Then laughing at the spongy, rhythmic drip-drip in the saucepan under the leaky spot in the roof.
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