Controller: Chapter 28

Wednesday Briefs

Another week, another flash! I’m coming close to finishing Controller. For the next series I’m considering doing a sequel to “Growing Josh”. What do you think? I’m open to suggestions.

I hope you enjoy it. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 28

I sat at the desk going over some of my homework. What I really wanted to do was let Eli fuck me again. But I knew the answer would be no. Eli had two papers due tomorrow and he’d already threatened me with death if I bugged him one more time.

I couldn’t help it. Eli’s cock hit places inside me that made me see stars. Now he’d gotten good enough to make me cum without ever touching myself. The first time it happened, it shocked both of us. It was like one of those things that only happened in porn. Afterwards, I basically became Eli’s slut. I liked northing better than him to plug my ass a couple of times a day. Which was the reason normally plan-way-ahead Eli was trying to finish two papers in one night. And why I was banished to my bed.

I wasn’t even allowed to put a toe on the carpet. Eli said it was distracting. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact that I moaned each time I scratched my toes across the floor, too. The last time I’d done it, he’d threatened to lock me out in the hallway, in just my jock strap. That might be part of the problem too. But damn, I was horny.

“Get busy, I know you have homework due, too. Just because you’ve become the biggest slut on campus doesn’t mean you get to flunk out.”

I bristled a little, “I am not a campus slut. You’re the only one I’ve been with.”

Eli looked over the top of his glasses and glared at me. “And don’t you forget it, otherwise I’ll have your nuts. That won’t happen again.”

“I know, I know, and nothing’s going to happen with anyone else. But damn Eli…” I rolled to my side and spread my legs to display my cock straining to burst through the thin fabric of the yellow and blue jock strap I’d just gotten in the mail today.

Eli looked up, then paused as his eyes bored a hole into my straining crotch. Then he flicked to meet my eyes. “Knock it off! This is why I’m writing the damn paper in one night.”

I flipped onto my stomach, knowing I was pressing my luck. I opened the page in the textbook and tried to study.

The night slipped past and we both focused on the school work we needed to finish. Finally Eli lowered the top of his computer and shut it with a click. He looked at me and smiled. “I could use a break. Wanna play some Assassin’s Creed or Tron?”

I groaned, knowing Eli was teasing me. “How about we play hide the wienie?”

Eli spun in his chair, his hard cock was through the fly of the loose boxers he’d been wearing. He pushed the shaft down and released it to slap against his stomach. “Is this what you had in mind?”

Without a word, I slid off my bed, walked between Eli’s extended thighs and knelt. I grabbed Eli’s iron hard cock and slipped it down my throat. Almost instantly I began sliding my head up and down the length of Eli’s dick. I felt him rest his hands on my head, urging me on. I slid my hand under his balls and began rubbing the hot spot Eli had there.

Soon he was moaning and moving in jerky motions, and I knew it was time. I slid off his cock with a pop and sat back on my heels, wiping the juice from my face. Eli had a hungry look. He handed me the lube and barked out orders. “Get me ready. I’m want that tight little hole of yours.”

I quickly coated his bare cock, thinking for a split second that we were getting sloppy about protection, then my ass throbbed. I filled my palm with lube and smeared it over my crack. Slipping a few fingers inside myself, I was ready for Eli.

I stood and straddled his legs, sitting so my back was against his chest. The dark hair coating his thighs felt wonderful as I slid over them. I grabbed Eli’s cock and rubbed the head over my stretched opening. The tentative motions just drove my lust higher. I had a itch that only Eli could scratch.

I relaxed myself and pushed downward. Eli slipped inside and rubbed against my hard prostate. I hit bottom and paused for only a second before I was bouncing up and down on Eli’s cock. We hit a familiar rhythm quickly and the electricity was shooting through me each time he racked my sweet spot. I could feel the pressure building and I knew after the hours of waiting, it wouldn’t take much to set me off.

Eli’s cock hit again, and my orgasm began. I ground my ass hard against Eli’s crotch, leaning back, our fingers intertwined and closed into fists. The first volley shot into the jock and soaked the fabric. For the next moments my body seized and released with each wave of pleasure.

A low groan came from Eli and I felt his cock swell in my ass as he exploded too. We ground against each other as he filled my ass with his seed. Our bodies wriggled and slipped over each other. I leaned back against Eli, turned my head and was met with a kiss.

“Damn, you’re good,” I said.

Eli chuckled. “You had me so horny. It was all I could do to write the damn papers.”

We were both chuckling when our door rattled as the door was suddenly assaulted by someones fists.

“Nate! Eli! Open the door! Oh God, I need you!”

We looked at each other, both of us recognizing Jamie’s voice.



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River Gods by Heloise West



In Renaissance Florence, legend says the statue of Neptune, once a man who spurned women, walks the night in search of his lover. Sculptor Beltramino also yearns for a lover. Marco, on the run and accused of a crime he did not commit, finds shelter in Beltramino’s garden, as if in answer to Beltramino’s prayers. The two submit to a formidable erotic attraction that transforms them into lovers who are stronger together than apart.

New Release Giveaway: Out of the Gate by EM Lynley

Out of the Gate 400x600Out of the Gate released on Monday and it’s already a bestseller at Dreamspinner Press and in five different countries on Amazon.

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BLURB: British actor Wesley Tremayne thinks heís close to hitting the big timeóa film careerówith his role as a hunky explorer on a popular American TV show. Success should be just around the corner, as long as he keeps his sexual orientation a secret. Wesís best friend and beard, Julia Compton, forms the other half of a glamorous Hollywood couple thatís merely a faÁade.

Evan Taylor left his acting career behind five years ago without looking back. Heís always been more comfortable around horses than peopleóespecially Hollywood types. His new life training racehorses is a dream come true, but increasing financial problems and an abusive boyfriend have him doubting himself and his choices.

Then Wes and his friends buy a third-rate racehorseópartially for publicityóand send him to Evanís stable. Wesís friendship with Evan soon develops into an overpowering attraction he canít act on. Heís never met a man like Evan, but if thereís any chance for a future together, Wes must choose between a career he loves and the man he adores.


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photo by EM Lynley

photo by EM Lynley

ìI see exactly what youíre doing.î

Wesley Tremayne put down his binoculars and turned around to see Vanessa Vandermere wagging a long pink-and-black fingernail at him. Best not to reply. He willed his heartóbeating like a jackhammeróto slow as he pasted the perfect, innocent grin on his face. Years of actingóonstage and offóhad taught him to dissemble.

ìThink you can spot the winners before they even get to the ring?î Vanessa continued, her tone teasing, cheerful, not accusatory. ìOr were you checking out the shapely blonde leading the third horse?î

He inhaled slowly when he really wanted to gulp in much-needed oxygen. Heíd overreacted. No, heíd responded just in time to what could have been a disaster. As much as he was enjoying the day out at the racetrack with his friends, he was restless. Heíd been the center of too much attention, and he was fraying at the edges.

ìYou caught me,î Wes replied, playing up his right dimple.

ìOh, Jules, good thing youíre here.î Vanessa grabbed onto Julia Comptonís arm. ìYou need to keep Wes on a shorter leash. Heís got a wandering eye.î

Julia gave Wes an appraising look, then turned back to Vanessa. ìVee, Iím not worried Wes will run off with another woman. I trust him completely.î She slid an arm around Wesís waist and he gave her a suitably adoring look. ìOnly weíre not a couple. How many timesóî

ìYou can fool some people, but not me. You two are the worst-kept secret in Hollywood, honeybuns.î Vanessa gestured as she spoke, and Wes wondered how she didnít poke her own eye out with her outrageously long fingernails.

ìThink what you like.î Julia let go of Wes and took the binoculars from him. She held them to her face and trained them on the track.

ìIím heading down to watch them saddle the horses so I can decide which one to bet on.î Vanessa gave them a dangerous wave of her talons and left them alone in the private grandstand box.

Julia gave the glasses back to Wes. ìHeís gorgeous.î She winked.

ìWhich one do you like?î Wes asked, again looking through the binoculars.

ìI thought we were talking about which one you like?î

ìNumber four.î Wes glanced down at Juliaís head. She was a good six inches shorter, and it was the view he often had to settle for.

ìOh, really? I thought youíd go for one. Or at least his trainer.î She gave a silvery laugh and put her arm around his waist again.

photo by EM Lynley

photo by EM Lynley

Wes kept the glasses focused on runner number oneís trainer as he reached up to adjust the horseís bridle. His navy sport coat rode up, giving Wesóand anyone else lookingóa nice view of his arse in well-fitting dark-blue jeans. Wes held in the smile the sight induced and resigned himself to admiring the good-looking man from a distance. His light-brown hair fell in wavy curves and the full-lipped smile made Wes want to lick his own lips. Something about the chiseled chin and the shape of the manís nose twigged a hazy memory Wes couldnít quite bring to the surface.

ìLetís go down to the saddling ring so you can get a closer look, Wes.î Julia tugged his hand, then gave an encouraging squeeze.

He didnít know what heíd do without Julia Compton. Sheíd gone from costar to friend to lifesaver in the space of a year. He followed her down the steps and into the sunshine as the runners for the third race at Santa Alamita were saddled up. Wes pulled the baseball cap out of his back pocket and settled it onto his head, a moment too late.

ìLook, is that Wes Tremayne?î

ìWes! Hi Wes!î

ìGo ask him for his autograph.î

ìHeís with Julia Compton. I told you theyíre dating!î

Wes smiled and waved, but didnít stop for autographs. By the time they reached the paddock, the hot horse trainer was gone. Probably just as well; someone might have noticed if Wes paid him too much attention. There was a limit to his acting abilities, but so far heíd fooled everyone. Some days he fooled himself, but during lonely nights he wished away the talent and fame heíd achieved.

If he hadnít upped sticks and made his way from the London stage to Broadway and then to Hollywood, he might be living a boring, settled life with a man he adored. Heíd chosen a career he loved over a private life.

But Julia was tiring of her role as Wesís love interest. When she quit the production, heíd have some tough decisions to make. For now, he replaced his mask and took Juliaís hand and kissed it.

The audience should love that performance.


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Controller: Chapter 27

Wednesday Briefs

Another week, another flash! This week was a little longer than a thousand words. Apparently I can’t write a short sex scene. 🙂

I hope you enjoy it. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 27

We avoided the GSA office now for the most part. The university had cleaned up the room since it was a biohazard, but afterward we always left the office with the scent of industrial cleaners in our noses. There was almost nothing left anyway, so there was little reason for them to go back again. Let the next set of officers deal with the office, without having walked in on it after the vandalism. The university couldn’t put enough layers of paint and paster on the walls to erase it from our minds.

Eli seemed more withdrawn now, he smiled a lot less. But I’d been cooking up a plan that should perk up my hot lover. He’d came home exhausted again and was trying to work through the pages of his textbook. I’d glanced up a couple of times, and decided it was time to try my idea. I eased into the bedroom and stripped. The chill of the room had my nipples diamond hard and my dick shriveled. I looked down at my crotch and shook my head. “I hope you plan on waking up in a few minutes.”

I slipped the nylon cock ring around my nuts and dick. Actually, I liked the way it looks, and the way it feels. My balls bulging in front of my crotch was a great look. I pulled a deep red designer jockstrap that I’d picked, red was Eli’s favorite color, and it looked good on me too. I checked myself in the mirror, hoping I didn’t make everything worse. I turned on some music, and went to retrieve Eli.

I slid behind him and started rubbing his shoulders, working my fingers into the tense muscles. He reached back and swatted at me without looking. “Stop it. I’ve got to study.”

I leaned down and blew softly across his ear. “You sure you can’t take a break?”

Eli spun in the chair, ready to blast me for bugging him, and froze. “What’re you doing?”

I pushed Eli’s chair back from the table and straddled his lap. “Trying to find happy Eli again. I think he might have taken a vacation to Australia to enjoy the beach and watch all the hot Aussie boys.”

A small smirk peeked from Eli’s face. “Happy Eli would need another job to pay for that trip. And neither Eli likes to fly.”

I started grinding onto his lap, slipped his shirt upward and teased my finger through his happy trail. I curled myself down and whispered to Eli. “I thought maybe you’d like to…do it.”

Eli started and then frowned at me. “Just to distract me? It’s kind of a big deal.”

I smiled, comfortable in my decision. “I’m ready. We’ve been together for months.”

“It’s probably going to be a little…uncomfortable. At least the first time.”

I could feel my face heat up. “I. Well. Umm.”

This time Eli’s smile was genuine and covered his face. “Did you get yourself a training dick?”

I laughed at Eli. Only he would call it that. I looked at him, determined to not let him get me flustered tonight. I ran my hands higher until I pulled the shirt over his head. Leaning down I kissed him softly and flicked my fingers across his nipples. “Come to bed with me and I’ll let you see what kind of play toys I might have got for us.”

Eli’s hands slid up and down my thighs and my cock hardened as it did. Eli looked at me and grinned. “That sounds like a good idea to me.”

I slipped off Eli’s lap, grabbed his hand and pulled him up into a kiss. Our tongue fought for a moment before we broke apart, both gasping for air. When we stepped into the dimly lit room, Eli paused to look around. I’d lit a few candles before and layer out everything I thought we might need.

Eli pulled me tight against him and kissed me hard. Then he slid his hands over my almost bare ass, one finger slipping into my crack and teased my hole. I moaned softly and arched my back toward his hand. Eli’s other hand slid down my torso and squeezed my package. His eye twinkled as he looked at me. “Cock ring too? You’re pulling out all the stops tonight.”

Eli pushed me onto the bed and stood staring at me as he stripped. His hard cock proceeded him as he crawled to me. He lay on top of me and ground his dripping dick against my crotch. My own hard cock stiffened even further as we ground against each other. Eli fastened his teeth on my neck and bit down. The delicious pain shot through my body and this time my moan was much louder. The next minutes were spent in delicious exploration of each other’s bodies.

Eli slid lower, licking my nipples. My head swam and the next thing I knew, Eli’s hot breath was against my throbbing cock. He chewed and licked through the thin fabric until it was soaked and every swollen vein on my cock was clearly seen.

Eli grabbed the lube I’d put out, then looked around. “Condom? Where are the condoms?”

I froze for a second in disbelief. “I forgot them. Come on, Eli. We’re both fine. Fuck me already.”

Eli hesitated for a moment, I lurched upward and grabbed his hard dick and squeezed it. “Please!”

A small gasp escaped Eli and his eyes glazed over. In seconds he had us both coated in lube and his cock pressing inward. I gritted my teeth and tried to relax, I had been using a dildo to stretch myself, but I was glad Eli was no bigger as the searing burn raced through me when Eli breeched the inner gateway.

He hit bottom and I dug my heels into the back of his legs. “Wait. Give me a minute…”

Eli looked startled and started to pull out.

“No! Don’t pull out. Just give me a minute. You’re bigger than I realized.”

Eli smirked, and paused. I could feel him trembling against me as the sting of his entry lessened. A few minutes passed and I relaxed against the bed.

“I’m ready. Do it.”

Eli started out slowly, but I knew neither of us would last long. The friction of Eli’s strokes were making my cock jump and drool, but then he hit something inside me and it felt like lightning was crawling over my body. “


Eli’s next thrust hit it again, and I couldn’t hold out. My cock jerked inside the jock and my first volley drenched the already soaked pouch. Each subsequent spasm filled it further until it was soaked. I collapsed in the haze of euphoria as Eli pounded my ass.

The smaller man was sweating and moaning as he drove his wood into me again and again. I slid my fingernails over his nipples, he let out a gurgling moan and slammed inside me. He trembled and shook, his eyes rolled out of sight. I ran my hands over him as he convulsed again and again before collapsing on top of me, his breathing coming in gasps.

I trailed my fingers over his back, enjoying the shared moment. A few minutes later Eli slipped out of me and I could feel the slick deposit running down my crack. Eli pressed his lips to my cheek and kissed me softly.

“I love you,” he said.


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Release date for “Crossfire”

“Crossfire” my 9700 word short story contemporary drama has a release date! It’s part of Torquere Press’s Men In Uniform anthology. And the date is–wait for it–

May 21, 2014!

About a month away! First edits have been sent back and line edits are next. Oh crap, that means I need to get my butt in gear and finished writing all the goodies that go along with release day!

Controller: Chapter 26

Wednesday Briefs

Another week, another flash! I hope you enjoy it. Be sure and check out the other authors listed at the end of this chapter.

Chapter 26

Eli woke me up when he answered his phone when it rang at 3AM. “Yes, officer. I can meet you there. It’ll take me about ten minutes to dress and get across to the office.”

He paused for a few moments to listen, then nodded his head. “Yes, sir. We’ll be there as quick as possible.” He ended the call before shaking my shoulder. “The GSA office has been vandalized.”

“What do you mean the office has been vandalized?” I asked still trying to wake up.

Eli frowned at me. “What part don’t you understand? The vandal or the ism? Did you want to know the source of the word? See, there were these Germanic tribes—“

“Fuckhead. If I want any of your lip, I’ll scrape it off my zipper,” I retorted, not sure what was going on or why Eli was joking around.

Eli started trying to find his underwear in the piles of clothes on the floor. I watched for a minute before I asked. “Did you want me to go with you?”

Eli stopped and shot me a fierce scowl. “You can’t possibly be that stupid that you need me to answer.”

I rolled out of bed and grabbed my jeans. I knew there was no use trying to find underwear. Mainly because I hadn’t been wearing any. I carefully tucked myself back in and zipped them closed. I snagged a shirt and pulled it on. It was so tight it was obviously Eli’s, but by that time all I had time to do was slip my feet into a pair of flip-flops and race after him.

I caught up with him a few steps outside the dorm. “Hang on, Eli! Give me a sec.”

He paused and turned to me. “Come on. They said it was wrecked.”

I nodded and pushed Eli ahead of me and we began to run toward the GSA office. As we rounded the last building, we could see a couple of police cars sitting quietly in front of the building. We slowed to a walk as we got closer. One of the cops spotted us and walked our direction.

He held out his hand. “I’m Officer Perez. You Eli Collins?”

“Yes, sir. This is my boyfriend Nathan. He’s also an officer in the group so I asked him to come.”

“Of course. No problem.” He turned and walked toward the building. “The alarm sounded about 20 minutes ago and the first officers arrived about five minutes later and the building was empty.” He stopped and looked at both of us. “They did a lot of damage considering how long they were in there.”

I nodded and glanced over at Eli. He looked a little sick to the stomach. I had to agree, after setting our door on fire, I’d hoped that was the last of it. Apparently they weren’t finished, or there are a lot more people on campus who were bigoted than I ever realized.

We stepped in behind the officer, realizing I wasn’t sure why we’d gotten the call instead of Jamie, he was president of the thing. But this didn’t seem like a great time to start asking those kind of questions. We rounded the corner and my stomach roiled. Spray painted across the door was “Faggots burn in hell!” I looked to see how Eli was dealing with it. His jaw was clenched and I could see the muscled bulge as he ground his teeth.

“Pleasant people…” Eli said.

“We’ll be reporting this as a hate crime. There may be some federal people who will need to talk to you later.”

Eli nodded, never taking his eyes from the spray painted words. Then he turned to the cop. “Can we go inside?”

“Just inside the door, I don’t think you’ll want to go in any further though.”

Eli nodded and we stepped inside. The office was totaled. Pride banners of all kinds were torn and thrown on the floor, papers tossed around, drawers strewn around the room, anything they could destroy, they had. Then I realized a foul acrid odor was like a haze in the room. I covered my face against the stench.

“What is that smell?”

The officers mouth twitched as his scowl deepened. “We aren’t sure yet, but—“

Eli interrupted. “They pissed on everything…”

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Controller: Chapter 25

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Chapter 25


Eli wasn’t joking. I was on the shit list with him. The drive to his parents house had been quiet. Not really tense, just quiet. I decided I was in enough trouble, I wasn’t going to push the issue. Besides, I had to worry about meeting Eli’s mother. And I knew how important she was to him. We pulled into the driveway and sat for a moment before Eli turned to me.

“Well, this is it. You ready to meet my mom?”

I nodded agreement, but the voice sounded more like the squeak of someone going through puberty. “Okay, cool.”

Eli grinned a little wider, but didn’t comment. We crawled out of Eli’s compact car and walked to the door in silence. Eli opened the door and motioned me ahead of him. I walked into and immaculate cottage that looked like a slice of perfection from the fifties. But then a tiny woman with the energy of a tornado swept into the room.

“Oh lordie, lordie. Look who’s home! My honey cakes!”

I bit the side of my cheek to keep from laughing but Eli shot me a scowl that let me know I was busted. He stepped to his mother and hugged her tight. He released her after a few moments, then sniffed the air.

“It smells great, Mom.”

“I made all your favorites, Eli. Turkey and stuffing, sweet potatoes covered with those marshmallows you love. And lemon pie.”

The smile covering Eli’s face this time was genuine. It stayed in place as he turned back to me. “I love lemon pie, and Mom’s is the best ever.”

Eli’s mom grabbed me in an equally enthusiastic embrace. “You must be Nate. Glad to finally get to meet the person who is so important in Eli’s life. I’m Eli’s mom, Mary. Please just call me, Mary.”

I blushed, glad that Eli hadn’t shared what I’d done, but saddened that I’d been so stupid to let it happened at all. I glanced at Eli and his face was neutral.

“I have Eli’s room all ready for you. Just take your bags in there.” She winked at me and playfully jabbed her tiny elbow into my ribs. “I’m sure you boys are sharing a bed anyway. I’m no old fuddyduddy. You boys should have the same sleeping arrangements here as at school.”

She beamed at us both, but behind her Eli looked at me and lifted his eyebrows. Letting me know I was still on probation and sleeping on the floor was an option.

Only a handful of minutes passed before we were all in the kitchen helping Mary. I was mostly trying to stay out of the way when Eli plunked a pot of steaming sweat potato and some gadget that looked like you’d squish bugs with it.

“Mash these up, its got all the brown sugar and junk already in it. You just need to mix it up then I’ll cover it with marshmallows and stick them in the oven for a few minutes,” Eli said.

I nodded and started mixing and mashing until it look smooth to me. From there the whole meal preparation thing was just a big blur. I did whatever Eli or Mary told me to do, and didn’t seem to piss anyone off. Before too long we were all seated at the table. A couple of friends from the neighborhood who had no other place to go for the holiday had been invited too.

The food was arranged on the table and everyone settled into place. I waited for them to start passing food, but everyone was sitting expectantly. After a moment Mary held out her hands to the people on either side of her.

“Let’s bless this food.”

A quiet ripple went around the table as everyone held the person’s hand next to them. Eli slipped his hand in mine and gave me the best smile I’d gotten from him in a few weeks. I glanced around to everyone else, because this was foreign to my world. Mary began and I ducked my head.

“Lord, thank you for letting us be hear today, and for all the bounty you have bestowed on us. Lord, we thank for you for Eli and Nate’s safe travel and pray you take them back to school safe and sound. And Lord, we especially thank you for Nate begin able to join us this year, and we hope this will just be the first of many. Lord, stand over the boys and their fragile relationship as they learn to lean on each other like all suggsessful couples. We ask for your blessings Lord. Amen.”

I looked up and caught Mary’s eye and got a wink.

The rest of the meal was the most relaxed time I’d had since I’d been a fool. The neighbors were apparently all old friends and loved to tease Eli about his handsome boyfriend, which didn’t hurt my feelings at all.

Most stayed long past the meal, reveling each other in stories. But eventually the room began to clear until Mary and Eli were saying goodbye to the last visitor.

Mary turned to us with a grin. “You boys go on up and relax. Everythings already done down here and I’m headed for bed.” She kissed Eli and to my surprise, kissed me too. “Thank you for the help today. I couldn’t have done it without your help. Now go, I’m right behind you.”

I followed Eli up the stairs, not certain what would happen now. I stripped down to my briefs while Eli was doing the same. He glanced at the game console and then at me. “I’m really kinda tired. You okay with just going to bed?”

I stifled a yawn and then chuckled. “Yeah, that’d be fine.”

“Cool, let me brush my teeth then you can had the bathroom.”

I waited while Eli got ready for bed, I went in and wondered where I’d be sleeping. By the time I came back into the room, Eli was in bed with the blankets pulled over him. I waited for a moment, wondering what to do.

Eli caught my eyes and flipped the covers back. “You want to sleep with me?”

My voice caught and all I could do was nod. I crawled across Eli and settled into the bed. After a few moments, Eli reached over, grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm around us. I spooned against him, and smiled.

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Controller: Chapter 24

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Chapter 24

I was jolted awake the next morning when my head hit the floor and I found Eli standing over me. It took a minute for the fog of sleep to clear enough so I could recall how I’d ended up here. The minute I did, I tried to explain.

“Eli! Man! I—“

“Shut up! Get out of my door. I never want to see you again, or those other two either.”

I swallowed hard. I’d fell asleep at Eli’s door begging to talk with him. I swore I could hear the distant sobbing, and it tore me apart. I knew Eli had no reason to forgive me. I’d blown it. But I had to try.

Eli took the door and started smacking it against my head and shoulder. “Get out of my door! Get out of my life!”

I shielded my face while I tried to explain. “Eli. Please. Let me explain.”

The next time the door hit me it was with vicious force. “Explain? What are you going to fucking explain, Nate? Why you were french kissing Jamie? Why you were practically crawling into Michael’s arms? Michael? Abusive, asshole Michael?”

Eli took a deep breath and his voice came out in an almost sob. “Or were you going to explain to me that I’ve always been your second choice because Jamie was always the one you really loves? Was that what you were going to do Nate? Explain to me that second choice should still be good enough?”

My voice caught, Eli was far too close to the truth. At least to the truth before last night. Now, all I wanted was what I had with Eli.

“Eli, please. I just need to talk to you. I want to save our relationship.”

“Come on, short stuff. Give Nate a break. It was just fun that got outta hand.”

I looked down the hallway to see Michael coming from the apartment. The smirk on his face would have been enough to infuriate me on a good day. Today wasn’t a good day. Before I could reply, I felt a light breeze and the next thing I knew Eli was standing over a prone Michael.

Michael lay still, propped on one elbow as he looked at Eli and slowly rubbed his jaw. I rolled to my side to watch, knowing this was not a time to come to Eli’s defense. But also more than a little proud of him. He’d flattened Michael. His voice this time was far from fragile and emotional. It was cold, dangerous and void of anything recognizable as the Eli I knew.

“There’s no excuse for any of you,” Eli said through clenched teeth. “You and Jamie can have whatever kind of relationship you want. But I don’t want it to spill over onto me. This time you went too far. Don’t ever think you can fucking ask me a damn thing. If you’re on fire—I’ll be there with gas.”

The smirk was gone from Michael’s face, and he didn’t say anything as Eli walked back down the hallway toward me. Without breaking stride, he jumped over me and before I knew it he was in his bedroom slamming the door behind him.

I rolled over and crawled on all fours to his door. The effort to stand and walk the few feet seemed too much. I rapped softly.

“Eli. Please. I know you hate me right now, but I’d really want to talk. If you’ll listen, then I’ll go away and leave you alone.”

The silence filled the room as the minutes stretched out.

“I’m listening,” came the soft reply as I was about to give up.

My breath caught and my mind raced to find the right words. “I fucked up. I can’t blame you for hating me. But I’m begging for a second chance.”

“Why? Do you not want to be the third for Jamie and Michael so you go back to good old Eli?”

“No. I realized, too late, that Jamie wasn’t the person I want to be with, you are.”

“And what brought about this miraculous conversion?”

I paused for a minute, then asked, “Can we do this face to face?”

“No! I said I’d listen. I didn’t say I’d look at you.”

I took a deep breath and then slowly let it leak out. “I came to my senses when I realized that Jamie and Michael were just alike. They’re out for their own fun, and don’t care if they hurt someone else. I don’t want to be with someone like that. You aren’t like that, and that’s one of the things I love about you.”

There was a long pause, then Eli spoke. “Like, what else do you like.” There was a slight smirk to his tone as he continued. “And these had better be good.”

He’s starting to joke around, there’s hope. “You’re sexy as hell. That’s a big one. I love your hairy little muscular butt.”

“Go on…”

“You stand up for people. You’d never do something that would hurt someone else. At least on purpose. That’s what I need in a boyfriend.”

After another pause, I heard the lock open and the door swung back to reveal Eli standing in front of me.

“Here’s the deal,” he began,”You’re on probation. You are not forgiven just because you’re good at sucking up. You have to earn your way back.”

I nodded vigorously. “Okay, whatever you say.”

“Yeah, we’ll see. Here’s your first test. You’re going home with me Thanksgiving to meet my family. I don’t care what it takes, you’re going with me.”

My throat dried like I’d stuffed it full of cotton and my stomach went into knots. Then, I nodded and smiled.



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Guest Blogger – Julie Lynn Hayes


Since this is the time of year when most people are thinking about doing their taxes, it made sense to me to interview someone who knows about accounting stuff. Can’t hurt, right? Should be of general interest.

Why is it that things just never work out the way you think they will? Maybe it’s just me.

A friend of mine named Aly suggested that I talk to a friend of hers for my interview. He’s in the business, and he’s a nice guy. Okay, I think, that works for me. So I gather my voice recorder, bring along a notebook, just in case, and head to the address she gave me. She’s already talked to Tim, and he’s agreed to see me.

He opens the door right after I knock and welcomes me.

“Tim Mansfield?” I ask, just to make sure I’m in the right place.

“That’s me. You must be Julie. Aly said you were coming.” He shows me inside. His apartment is small, but nicely kept, especially for a bachelor. Aly made a point of telling me he’s not married, but she also warned me he plays for the other team. Story of my life, right? He is cute, too, curse my luck, with short red hair and pretty blue eyes.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water’s fine,” I assure him. He waves me to the comfortable looking couch, then joins me there a few moments later, with a bottle of cold water from the fridge.

“Mind if I use this?” I hold up the voice recorder that I’ve borrowed from Sarah and he nods.

“So, tax season, busy time of year, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely, Julie,” he agrees, taking a seat beside me. “But you have no idea how much prep work actually goes into a successful—”

A successful what I wonder as his train of thought is derailed by the sudden, and obviously unexpected, opening of the door to the apartment. In waltzes another cute young man, with chocolate hair, and eyes so dark blue they almost seem purple, wire-rimmed glasses and a big grin on his rather sensual lips.

I look to Tim for a cue. Aly said he’s single, so not the boyfriend. Neighbor, maybe? One who has the right of entry whenever he pleases?

Oh oh, Tim doesn’t look pleased. Erase that thought.

“Sonny!” he expostulates, and the brunet grins even wider.

“Yep, you got my name right. Good job, Tim-tim!”

My eyebrows raise. Tim-tim?

“Don’t ask,” Tim groans, his attention fixed on the newcomer.  “I knew I should have locked that stupid door.”

“Why?” Sonny asks before he turns to me and holds out his hand. “Hi. My name’s Sonny Scrignoli. Pleased to meet you.”

Well, isn’t he sweet? I take his hand and shake it. “Hi Sonny, my name’s Julie.”

“Oh, you must be the lady Aly told me about.” He flops down on the couch so close to Tim he’s almost in his lap. “She said you’re interviewing him about tax stuff. He knows lots about that, he’ll be very interesting for your readers,” he says with confidence.

I notice that Tim’s face is rather red, but he hasn’t removed the hand that Sonny has casually laid on his leg.

I wonder…

“Is this your boyfriend?” I ask Tim, and watch the hue of his skin turn even redder.

“No, he’s my frigging ex. Pardon my language.” He turns to the young man beside him. “Sonny, don’t you have something to do?”

“Nope,” Sonny says rather ingenuously, and I notice he cuddles even closer to Tim. How cute! “I’m all yours, Tim-tim.”

Huh, mixed signals here, methinks.

“No, you’re not!” Tim’s voice is starting to get shrill. Oh dear, things might just get ugly. Maybe discretion is the better part of valor.

I very carefully rise from the couch. “You know what? I think you two might need some alone time.” I hold up one hand as Tim starts to protest. “No need to thank me, just call me when there’s a better time, okay? Nice to meet you. Both of you.”

“You too, Miss Julie.” Sonny has the cutest smile. Oh my, they’re a cute couple. Time for me to go. I make my quick escape, and close the door softly behind me, just as I hear Tim exclaim, “Sonny, have you forgotten again? You’re my ex!”

Well, that’s all for now, I’ll let you know how it goes later. I hope they’ll be okay!


Sometimes Sonny Scrignoli forgets he’s Tim Mansfield’s ex. He waltzes in and out of Tim’s apartment like he still lives there, driving Tim crazy. Is it really so hard to remember they’ve broken up? Then again, maybe Tim should quit having sex with him.

When Sonny disappears for two weeks, Tim can’t help but be concerned. A strange phone call and a mysterious cry for help leads Tim on a desperate search for his ex.

Sonny’s in big trouble, and it’s Tim to the rescue! He’s the only one who can save his ex from a fate worse than death. Bumbling gangsters, a thick-headed former boyfriend, and secretive FBI agents lead Tim and Sonny on a merry chase full of laughs and quirks.


Sonny’s real name is Mario, but he’s been called Sonny since he was a small bambino, as his mother puts it, so Sonny it is. Sonny stands almost six foot tall in his bare feet, which are surprisingly small for a man, almost dainty. He has chocolate brown hair that grows thick but not long, and generally looks tousled; blue eyes so dark that sometimes they look purple in the proper light, framed behind silver wire spectacles; a generous nose and wide sweet lips which have been known to give the most amazing head this side of anywhere. Put that with the body of an Adonis, and you have Sonny.

I had Sonny, but not anymore. He seems not to realize that, though. At least not most of the time. Hence the part where I see him more often than should be considered normal for someone who’s my ex. Which is where I began.

Sometimes I think he forgets that he has indeed attained that past participle ex-boyfriend status. Granted, it’s only been six months. His mother tells me he just needs time to adjust, please don’t be too hard on her boy. Yes, I still see her too. On a rather regular basis, in fact. Hard not to, when she’s my mother’s best friend. Lucky me. Lia’s a nice lady, I love her to death. But she has this deep-seated belief that Sonny and I are going to get back together again, a belief he seems to share. Along with my mother. And most of our friends.

No one seems to listen to me when I say snowballs rolling along the floor of Hell have a better chance of survival than our relationship. Least of all Sonny. I guess that’s why he keeps coming over here, because in some strange deranged naïve corner of his mind, there’s still an us, and he isn’t an ex. So he wanders over whenever he wants. Sometimes he calls, sometimes he doesn’t. Today he called.

Sometimes I just get tired of telling him no. Some days I don’t even get that far. Today, I didn’t want to waste my breath, so I just said, “Fine. As long as you promise to behave.”

By behave, I mean quit assuming we’re going to have sex. Even if sometimes we do. I know, I know, he’s my ex, right?

Sometimes I just don’t know where to draw that fine line, I think. No wonder the boy’s confused.

Meet the author:

Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she’d never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Amber Quill Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books, and coming soon to Wayward Ink Publishing and Prizm Publishing. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at MuseitUp.


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