Double Trouble: Chapter 101

 

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.


Chapter 101

Trent sat tapping his pencil against the table Josh had made for him a few years earlier. He thought it was one of their early anniversary gifts. Josh had gone to a lot of trouble with the details. Most of the wood was dark from stain but inlayed blond pieces added a level of meticulous craftsmanship that Trent appreciated.

But Trent was only distracting himself from the conversation he needed to have with Josh, about Danny. He’d got up last night to check on a noise he thought he’d heard and happened on Danny and Rob getting off. He’d left as fast as he possible, given he didn’t want them to know he had happened on their little scene. Far too much of the image was burned into his mind forever. None of that was of urgent concern for Trent. But no condoms were a problem.

He’d also needed to talk with Josh. Normally that wouldn’t have been a problem, but today Josh had left before dawn to get to a meeting almost to Oklahoma City. Trent had managed to mumble off a ‘drive careful and love ya’ to Josh as he left. Now he’d been awake for hours and most of them trying to work out what to do about Danny without sounding like an old man who doesn’t get the whole thing about teenagers and sex.

Their back door opened. It had to be Darrin or Mitch. Or at least it damn well better not be one of the twins coming home. Sometimes Trent regretted giving either of them transportation past a horse. They had no problem making the thirty-mile round trip between town and the ranch a few times a day. It didn’t give Trent much peace of mind, or any private time since they could appear at any moment.

Trent turned in his chair and waited to find out who was rifling through the fridge. It wasn’t unusual for someone to show up for a late lunch. Hell it wasn’t unusual for an early lunch, a right on time lunch, or a brunch. People working on a ranch needed fed. Still, Trent was getting impatient before Mitch walked into the room with an enormous sandwich grabbed in one hand as a tumbler of pop in the other. He stopped when he saw Trent staring at him and muttered around a mouth full of food.

“What?” Mitch got out.

Trent stared at him for a few seconds before he stared chuckling. “Finish eating, old man. I could use some advice.” Trent was sure he heard Mitch grumble something about showing Trent about old men. But Trent ignored the veiled threat and waited.

Mitch wiped his hands on his jeans and looked at Trent. “You better ask your question quick before I can’t remember how to wipe my ass.”

“Oh hush, old—“ he glanced at Mitch to find both eyebrows jacked up. “I need your opinion on one of the kids.”

“What did Danny do now?” Mitch asked.

Trent bristled a little, but deflated an instant later. “Yes. Hell yes it’s Danny. Who else would pull such stupid, and dangerous, shit?”

“You, when you were his age. Fuck, me when I was his age too.” Mitch lowered himself into the leather easy chair. “But something specific has crawled up your butt to die. What’s eating at you?”

“The safe sex talk seems to have leaked out his ears and into the drainage canal.” He glanced over and caught the expression on Mitch’s face. “Okay, whatever. I walked in on Danny having too much fun.”

“Ah shit. I need a beer for this conversation.” Mitch ambled back into the kitchen and reappeared a moment later with a longneck that he popped open. He eased himself into the chair opposite Trent, took a drink of the beer and then nodded toward Trent. “Hit it. What was Danny doing?”

Trent gathered his thoughts to keep his story concise. People with verbal diarrhea caught hell from Mitch. Trent knew this because he’d been on the wrong side of that conversation before. Once he thought he had things figured out, he turned to Mitch.

“First off, yes we’ve had the sex talk before. Several times. But what I saw the other night—well it looked like he’s forgotten everything.”

Mitch settled back into the chair and grew a pensive expression. Trent let the silence hang around them. I’d known Mitch for most of my life. This was a familiar response. A handful of minutes passed before Mitch shifted forward to the edge of the chair and he had a knowing smile on his face.


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Release of Skythane by J. Scott Coatsworth

 

SkythaneI’m so excited to have my friend and fellow writer on the blog today with the release of his newest novel, Skythame.- Jon

As part of my “Skythane” blog tour, Jon asked me to talk a bit about my current Work in Progress.

As it happens, I just started working on “Lander”, the sequel to “Skythane.” It’s a planned trilogy, full of secrets and reveals, a love triangle, and swamp bears. 😛

The new story picks up where “Skythane” left off. I’ve been working on it for a couple weeks ow, but I hit a bit of a pacing block – things were moving along way too slowly.

Then I figured out why (just this morning, in the car alone, listening to OneRepublic.” I was letting a certain moment and meeting of the characters drive the storyline, which resulted in one action scene, followed by three chapters of sitting around in a cave chewing the fat.

I had to shake things up to get things going.

So tomorrow I’ll set about ripping up what I have so far by the roots and sending the characters off in different directions, mingling action with pauses to let the reader catch their breaths.

Skythane was all about saving the planet; Lander is about what comes next – saving the people from each other. And book three, “Ithani”? You’ll just have to wait to find out.

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My new novel, Skythane, is just out – and it combines my love of sci fi and secret reveals and MM romance. I hope you enjoy it!

 

Blurb:

Jameson Havercamp, a psych from a conservative religious colony, has come to Oberon—unique among the Common Worlds—in search of a rare substance called pith. He’s guided through the wilds on his quest by Xander Kinnison, a handsome, cocky wing man with a troubled past.

Neither knows that Oberon is facing imminent destruction. Even as the world starts to fall apart around them, they have no idea what’s coming—or the bond that will develop between them as they race to avert a cataclysm.

Together, they will journey to uncover the secrets of this strange and singular world, even as it takes them beyond the bounds of reality itself to discover what truly binds them together.

 

Excerpt:

Rain hit the plas and ran downward in little rivulets, separating and rejoining like branches of time as the storm whipped itself into a frenzy over Oberon City.

Xander Kinnson lay on his bed, head thrown back, watching the tempest with a laziness that belied his inner turmoil and pain. Alix had left him and gone missing. A year had passed, and still he had a hard time accepting that simple fact.

His dark wings with their jet-black feathers were stretched out lazily to each side of his supine form, their tips extending past the edge of the bed. His chest heaved slowly up and down, and he breathed easily, as if he were utterly relaxed.

Nothing could have been further from the truth. Below the surface, under the deception of skin and sinew, his heart beat at a thunderous pace, and his mind raced for answers to Alix’s fate that slipped beyond his grasp.

The handsome trick he’d brought home rested his warm hands on Xander’s thighs, his hot mouth engaged elsewhere. Xander smelled the deep, masculine musk of him, slipping a hand absently through the man’s dark, tousled hair as the rain increased to a thundering downpour against the plas. The drops glistened, each an individual universe of shimmering light before running quickly out of sight.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room, thunder indicating how close it had been. As the heavy rain pounded against the arco’s walls, Xander rode the wave of pleasure higher and higher. Despite himself, he rose quickly toward climax, drawn up on the tide as the trick worked his cock. Unable to stop himself, he thrust his hips almost angrily upward into the man’s willing throat. Closer, closer….

He reached the crest, a pleasure so intense it burned through him like phosphorous, a white-hot fire.

Lightning flared again across the wet, black sky, followed by thunder so close it shook the bed. The storm had reached a fever pitch outside, and he arched his back in the air one more time, his wings rustling beneath him. As if in concert with the storm, Xander came, the release of his orgasm radiating from his hips along his spinal cord and down through his toes and the tips of his wings.

The rush of elation washed away his cares for a few brief moments. Xander shuddered, shivered, and shuddered again, and it was over.

For a while, he drifted in an oblivion that was blessed in its emptiness. The rain fell in a steady beat against the window, and he forgot to wallow in his pain. His mind floated free, with no responsibilities, nothing to worry about for those brief moments between sex and real life. This was what he needed. This lack of thought, this pleasurable oblivion where he could just be.

When he opened his eyes at last, the nameless trick was staring down at him, expectant.

“You’re still here.”

“I can do more, if you’d like,” the man said with a grin. Like Alix, he had no wings—a lander man.

Xander glared at him, annoyed. He was handsome enough, tall, dark-haired, with blue eyes and a light complexion. Strangely, he reminded Xander of Alix. The hair and eyes were wrong, but there was something about him, and that annoyed the hell out of Xander, for reasons he didn’t care to examine too closely. “Get out,” he said with a dismissive wave.

The man frowned. “I thought—”

“Oh right, your pay.” Xander took the man’s arm and slitted him a hundred crits from the wrist reader embedded in his own. Then he waved the trick away. “We’re square. Now get the fuck out of my flat.”

The man gathered his own clothes, but Xander didn’t give him time to put them on. Instead he hustled the trick out of the irising door, palming it closed on his hurt and angry expression.

I really have become a bastard, he thought, staring at his dim reflection in the shiny black door. It had been a long year.

He tapped the cirq in his temple with his left hand, and called out to his PA. “Ravi, any messages for me?”

 

Buy Links Etc:

Dreamspinner – eBook: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/skythane-by-j-scott-coatsworth-8154-b 

Dreamspinner – paperback: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/skythane-by-j-scott-coatsworth-8155-b

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Author Bio:

Scott has been writing since elementary school, when he and won a University of Arizona writing contest in 4th grade for his first sci fi story (with illustrations!). He finished his first novel in his mid twenties, but after seeing it rejected by ten publishers, he gave up on writing for a while.

Over the ensuing years, he came back to it periodically, but it never stuck. Then one day, he was complaining to Mark, his husband, early last year about how he had been derailed yet again by the death of a family member, and Mark said to him “the only one stopping you from writing is you.”

Since then, Scott has gone back to writing in a big way. He has sold more than a dozen short stories – some new, some that he had started years before. He is currently working on two sci fi trilogies, and also runs the Queer Sci Fi (http://www.queerscifi.com) site, a group for readers and writers of gay sci fi, fantasy, and paranormal fiction.

Website: http://www.jscottcoatsworth.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jscottcoatsworth

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jscoatsworth

New release for “Showstring”

A reedited and expanded version of “Showstring” is being rereleased through Pride Publishing. It will be available as a stand alone short story for preorder on March 7th and early release direct from Pride Publishing on March 21st.

Pride Production is also publishing “Tackling the Subject” for release in early July. For those who have read Wrangler Butts “Tackling the Subject” is the story of how Sam and Gordy met. Stay tuned for more info as release dates get closer.

Double Trouble: Chapter 100

 

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.


Chapter 100

Danny grabbed the crotch of his jeans and tried to adjust the family jewels. It seemed he always had a boner these days. He and Rob curled on the couch watching the latest blood and gore horror movie. Most of the time the movie alone would have kept his horniness under control. But recently his libido was far outperforming his normal levels of horny behavior. He jacked off at least a couple of times a day. Hell, some days he jacked off so often his cock was sore.

Rob wiggled against him and Danny’s dick flexed again. He struggled to keep from moaning at the innocent movement that somehow excited Danny. He wanted to fuck. After a few minutes of holding out, Danny let his hands slip over Rob’s stomach and under his shirt. Danny teased at the dark line of hair that ran from Rob’s bellybutton and disappeared into his jeans.

His focus changed as his interest in getting off grew. Soon he had Rob’s shirt bunched up under his arms and both of them gasped for air. Danny ran his hands over his boyfriends chest until he found the two hard bits of flesh. The instant he rubbed his thumbs over them, Rob sighed and leaned against him. He continued his efforts for a few minutes as Rob’s response became louder. Danny bent over Rob and scraped his nails over the tanned skin. He ran his fingers over the wisps of hair that trailed from Rob’s navel to draw a faint line down his stomach that disappeared in the athletic pants Rob wore.

He teased Rob for another minute until his hard cock tented his pants. Danny slid his fingers inside the elastic of Rob’s pants and dug his fingers into Rob’s pubic hair. After he had made a few passes, he touched the base of Rob’s rigid dick. He slid his fist up and down Rob’s shaft and it wasn’t long before Rob’s moans were growing. Danny loved to drive Rob to the edge and then stop and leave him waiting for more. He had managed that a few times when Rob let out a frustrated sigh, pulled his throbbing dick from his pants, and stroked.

Danny enjoyed the show for a few seconds before running his hands over Rob’s chest, pulling his shirt up higher, and tugged and playing with his nipples. The combination had Rob bucking. A minute more passed before Rob shook and a rope of white shot out and landed on his bare chest. His climax held him bound until he collapsed against Danny; a panting and sweaty mess.

Danny’s dick was still diamond hard. He rubbed against Rob, so close that his teeth clenched as he tried to stay on the edge so he could enjoy the waves of pleasure. The tease built and each time Danny was about to peak he would slow himself. But after a few minutes of wave after wave washing through Danny, Rob rolled to his stomach, wrapped both hands around Danny’s hard cock and stroked.

This time Danny’s orgasm came roaring to the front and his muscles locked. He shook under the climax then froze when come spurted from his cock like a machine gun. By the time it ended, semen coated both of them. Rob ran his hand over Danny’s chest before licking his hand clean. He leaned in and kissed Danny. The pungent flavors mingled with the scent of sex and left Danny feeling satisfied.

Rob collapsed against him as the two of them cuddled. For an instant Danny thought someone was awake, but once he’d listened intently for a few seconds, he decided everyone was still asleep.


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