Controller: Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

I answered my door, surprised to find Eli. I hadn’t seen him since he helped me move. With midterms coming I hadn’t thought much about it, but his grinning face was a welcome diversion. “Hey, Eli. What’s up?”

He fidgeted in the doorway for a second before holding up couple tickets. “Wanna go to Comic Con? I got two passes.”

“Yeah, man! Sounds cool. We should see if the guys want to go. It’ll be a blast.”

Eli dropped his head and stared at the floor.

“Eli, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’ll catch you later.” He turned and took the first step to his room when I grabbed his shoulder.

“Eli, please. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just me being stupid. A bunch of us going to Comic Con would be fun. Sounds like a plan.”

His disappointed told me a different story. His knotted brow and drawn lips looked anything but happy. Ah, shit. How stupid could I be?

“Did you want to just you and I go?”

Eli’s eyebrow flicked upward, and a smile twitched one corner of his mouth. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Sure, sounds fun. We can bach it. Make a day of it.”

Eli stared at his Van’s, scuffing them across the floor. He spoke almost in a whisper. “No.”

Confused, I tried to decipher an increasingly confusing conversation. “What’d you mean, no?”

Eli slowly let out a long breath before answering. “Not as two bud, Nate. I wanted to ask you out. I thought the Comic Con would be fun. I got us passes to go.”

“You didn’t win the tickets or something?”

“No.”

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Yes.”

“To Comic Con?”

“Good God, Nate! If you don’t want to, just say so. The fucking Abbott and Costello routine is stupid.”

I shook myself from the shocked stupor. “Sorry, Eli! Of course. I’d love to go. I think it would be a blast.”

The smile returned to Eli’s face. “We can leave Saturday morning. I’ll drive. Sounds fantastic. They’re going to premier some games for the newest Xbox.”

Finding Eli’s excitement contagious, I grinned and tried to recall what I’d seen of the convention. “I hear the panels are kickass too. The latest Hobbit previews should be cool to see.”

Eli chuckled. “You don’t even know the name of the latest one. Admit it.”

“I admit nothing, but I’ll be ready.”

#

“Come on, Nate. I’m starved! Let’s grab some food before you drag me into another panel discussion,” said Eli.

I spun and danced backward just in front of Eli. “Oh come on. Fess up, you’re as big of a fan geek as I am. You loved the FX panel. You asked more questions than anyone else.”

Eli swatted my shoulder and spun me around. “Okay, okay,’ he said, “I’ll agree with you, if you’ll let me eat.”

I chuckled and dropped back beside Eli. “Okay, whimp. You can’t stop for chili dogs when we’re killing trolls.”

“Whatever. Feed me!”

A little bit later, we both had a styrofoam plate filled with food truck eats. We found a place to sit after a few minutes and took over the table. Seconds later we were digging into the dogs with gusto.

A little surprised at how much I’d enjoyed being with Eli, I’d discovered he was smart and kept me laughing. We had a lot of common interests, beyond gaming. He seemed to be having a good time too, if his non-stop chatter and enthusiasm was any indication.

Eli bumped me with his elbow. “Hey Nate, look. That looks like that dumbass from from Duck Dynasty.”

I glanced over and snickered at the convention goer. It was obviously not a costume, the guy would have fit into the cast with his huge beard and camo clothing. We both cracked up once he’d moved out of sight. It became a game between the two of us to point out the most elaborate cosplay folks as they made their way past our seat.

During the time we watched there was a very unhulky Hulk, a Wonder Woman that could have been a hooker, and a cheap one at that, and more Power Rangers than you could imagine walked past.

Eli stuffed the last of the super Chicago mega dog into his mouth and gulped it down. “Okay, I’m refueled. Where’s the program? We need to see what panels or previews we’ve missed.”

“I have it. Let’s go.” I pulled out my phone and flipped through the list events I thought we might like.

“There’s one in 30 minutes, on the other side of the building. I think it’ll be good.”

“Well, hell. What are we waiting on?” asked Eli.

#

The day had been a total success. Eli had insisted we go to a restaurant for dinner, and he paid. We were still talking about the convention as we stepped off the elevator and headed to our rooms.

“I’m telling you. That new Xbox is kick ass,” said Eli.

“There’re no good games yet. It’s not worth the money.”

“Yeah, yeah. They say that every time a new system comes out.”

We stopped in front of my door, and Eli grinned at me. “Thanks for going today. I had a great time.”

“Me too. It was a blast.”

“Good.” Eli rose on his toes and gave me a soft kiss. “Night, Nathan.”

I was unable to do anything but nod as he walked down the hallway.


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Guest Blogger – M.A. Church

Today I’m thrilled to M.A. Church on the website. M.A. is talking about her new novel, Wrapped in Leather.


A riding crop and a blindfold doesn’t make it BDSM. There is a big difference between being kinky and being in the scene. It’s not a sexual thing to me, it’s a very spiritual thing.
~ DominaBlue

330px-BDSM_acronym.svgHey everyone! I’m M.A. Church and I’m here to talk about my latest release, Wrapped in Leather. It’s the first in the Wrapped Up series and focuses on BDSM. BDSM is an acronym of B&D (Bondage & Discipline), D&S (Dominance & Submission), and S&M (sadomasochism). BDSM refers to any or all of these things, and a lot of stuff besides.

There are as many ways to practice BDSM as there are people, and Jase, the Dom, talks about this in the story. Tying up your lover is BDSM; so is flogging that person, or bossing that person around… or any of a thousand other things. BDSM is highly eroticthough not alwaysand can involve sex or sexual tension, the action highly psychologically charged.

accept the challengeBDSM is not necessarily hardcore sadomasochism; it can be remarkably subtle, sensual, and soft. Pinning your partner to the bed and running silk or ice cubes or rabbit fur over your lover’s body qualifies as BDSMspecifically, of a variety called sensation play.

The fundamental principles for the exercise of BDSM require informed consent of all involved parties. Since the 1980s, many practitioners and organizations have adopted the mottooriginally from the statement of purpose of GMSMA, a gay SM activist organizationsafe, sane, and consensual which is commonly abbreviated as SSC. Everything is based on safe activities, participants must be of sufficiently sound/sane mind to consent, and that all participants consent.

Mutual consent makes a clear legal and ethical distinction between BDSM and such crimes as sexual assault or domestic violence.

Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4567

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Release date: January 3rd

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

WrappedinLeather 200x300Blurb:

To celebrate his decision to take the next step with his boyfriend Ian, Toshi Baylor plans a romantic evening at their favorite steak house. Toshi starts the special weekend with a bang by surprising Ian at home with lunch. There’s a bang all right, but it’s between Ian and another guy.

Jase Taylor’s auto repair shop and the BDSM club, Wrapped Up, keep him busy while he waits for Mr. Right, instead of Mr. Right Now. He’s a Dom, but playing with the club’s submissives isn’t providing the usual stress release. After a day from hell, he deserves a good meal at his favorite steak house.

Toshi and Jase find a mix-up with their reservations: a table for Baylor, not Taylor. When Toshi invites Jase to dine with him, they discover a mutual affection for leather and a shared belief that trust must be earned.

Before they can explore their common interests, Toshi suffers a series of attacks by vandals. Jase’s protective instincts kick in, but both wonder if it can lead to anything permanent.

Excerpt:

An hour later, head spinning and body weak, Toshi gasped for air. Little aftershocks of pleasure shot through him, his body tightening spasmodically until Ian’s dick softened and slipped out. They collapsed on the den floor.

“Damn,” Ian mumbled finally as they lay there, still breathing hard. “Now, that’s what I call dessert. You’re a good fuck, Toshi.”

Toshi rested his head on his arm and rolled his eyes, the warm fuzzy afterglow fading abruptly. There were times he truly wished Ian would just keep his mouth shut. “Now that’s romantic.”

“What can I say?” Ian slapped Toshi on the ass. “I’m not one for sappy words.”

Toshi sighed, thoroughly disgusted. “You don’t have to be a poet, but jeez, can’t you come up with something better than I’m a good fuck?”

Ian braced himself on an elbow and looked down at Toshi, a lopsided grin on his face. “You’re a really good fuck?”

“Be still my heart.” Toshi shook his head. I give up. This wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned this. Ian just didn’t get it. Actually, Ian didn’t get a lot of things lately. “I’m going to take a shower. You coming?”

“Can’t. I need to head home. I’ve got an early day tomorrow. Rain check?” Ian rolled to his feet. He removed the condom and dumped it in the nearest trash can. “Speaking of which, I’m going to have to cancel our date tomorrow night. I have to work late.”

“Are you kidding me? Again?” Toshi huffed out a breath and stood. He grabbed a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around his slim hips. The earlier warmth from their lovemaking had retreated. This was happening all too often. That damn loan company Ian worked for must really be growing. All Ian did was work, and frankly, he was getting annoyed. “Dammit, Ian—”

“Hey, babe, I know, okay? But what can I say? They’d be lost without me.” Ian quickly dressed and kissed Toshi on the lips. He grabbed his keys off the coffee table. “Call you later.”

With those parting words, he was gone. Stifling another deep sigh, Toshi locked the front door and walked to the bathroom, then threw the blanket in the hamper. Rattled, he started the shower. It was a shame his own boyfriend had the ability to make him feel like what he said… a fuck. After he tested the water, he stepped inside the stall. The sex was good, but that’s all it felt like—sex. There was something missing—something had been missing for a while.

Toshi soaped the loofah and washed his hairless chest and stomach. He was beginning to feel more like a fuck buddy than a boyfriend. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was off. Dammit, he wanted more. He wanted a relationship. He wanted a partner who would share his life but who also took control in the bedroom. The last part was a problem for Ian. Ian was trying, but he just wasn’t quite what Toshi dreamed about. Oh, Ian was all for spanking his ass. He’d even tied his hands to the headboard with a pair of cuffs Toshi had bought off the Internet, but Ian was just… playing. That was the best way to sum it up.

Then there was Toshi’s fondness for anything leather, which had earned him a few strange looks from Ian. He’d tried to explain his need, but Ian didn’t get that, either. Leather was nothing more than another material to Ian, but to Toshi, it was so much more. Ian wasn’t serious about the more kinky things Toshi wanted to try. He didn’t exude the dominance Toshi needed so badly in the bedroom.

They’d talked about what he wanted to do. They’d even watched a few DVDs. But Ian as a Dom was a total joke. Ian also thought Toshi’s affection for leather was downright weird. He’d had gone as far as to say he wasn’t interested in bringing leather into their sexual relationship. Toshi didn’t know if he could just shelve his need. After sex, he felt incomplete. Then there was Ian himself—always breaking dates, not returning his calls, most times in a hurry to go… like tonight.

He finished his shower and dried off. He wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror and stared into his own cocoa-colored eyes. “Maybe I should rethink what I’m planning. Maybe.”

Toshi turned the light off and yawned. Guess he’d be calling it an early night after all.

Author bio:

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

My links:

Blog http://machurch00.blogspot.com

Twitter @nomoretears00

Facebook: M.A. Church http://www.facebook.com/pages/MA-Chur…

The Harvest FB fan page: https://www.facebook.com/#!/theharvest00

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5141393.M_A_Church

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Controller: Chapter 9

Wednesday BriefsWelcome to this week’s Wednesday Briefs.

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Chapter 9

I wiped the sweat off my face as I sat down the box and looked around the room. How in the world had I managed to gather up this much crap since the beginning of school. I’ll never get all this junk back into my car in May. I slid into a chair to rest for a minute, when a bang came from the doorway. Eli leaned against the doorframe, his knuckles white from trying to hold onto the box his arms were wrapped around.

“Man, I’m sorry. I zoned out. Let me help you.”

Eli braced the huge box against the wall, he shoved his knee under it and flashed a feeble smile. “No problem. I’ve got it. Where do you want the stuff.” Continue reading