Slapout: Chapter 02

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 02

After a few seconds hesitation, Alec headed toward the door, digging in his pocket for the keys. He unlocked the diner and held the entrance open for the pair. They had been working since predawn to keep the animals from suffering in the heat of later in the day.

Judging from the animated conversation the two were having as they came through, he’d been right.

“That new ram should do fine,” Eli said.

Cullen shook his head in disagreement. “I don’t think some of those big east coast bred rams can tolerate the conditions out here. It takes all their effort to walk from the feed trough to the water bucket, much less cover a group of white-faced ewes.” Their conversation ground to a halt when Eli acknowledged Alec and Miss Dorthy with a nod.

“Morning, everyone. The college boy was just trying to educate the middle-aged farmer. But right now, I can’t think of nothing besides a big plate of what Miss Dorthy is taking out of the oven,” Eli said.

Cullen turned red and gave Alec and Miss Dorthy a shy smile. “Sorry about that. I get wrapped up in our discussions sometimes. Breakfast sounds great. I’m starving after being up at four to saddle the horses and move the sheep to new pastures.”

Eli chuckled and gave Cullen a friendly push toward the corner table they sat at each morning. By the time they settled into their seats, Alec had dished up their usual meals and delivered the steaming platters to the table. Eli gave Alec a wink before gathering up a fork full of flaky biscuits smothered with cream gravy with liberal helpings of spicy pork sausage. Before he’d finished the first bite, Alec had returned with a fresh pot of steaming coffee strong enough to keep them going for the rest of the morning.

Alec filled their cups and Eli washed down his food with a gulp of the steaming liquid. He turned and tipped his cap toward the cook. “Oh, lordy. Miss Dorthy, you make the best food in the entire panhandle. I bet it’s known up into Kansas and down to Texas too.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. They’re just the ones my momma taught all us girls how to make.” She gave them a bashful wave before ducking back into the little kitchen to start the next batch. The sight of her piling flour onto the counter, making a well in the center, and adding the rest of the ingredients by feel—well Alec found the process mystifying. In a few quick minutes, the dough covered the floured table, and she was cutting palm-sized discs that were spiked with bits of butter. The pan filled in no time and disappeared into the hot oven with a soft rattle.

The bell over the door announced the arrival of more of his early morning crowd. One of the new arrivals consisted of Ben Kovac, who was the local master of fixing all things mechanical. Stocky and masculine, he was amazing eye candy. Ben’s arms were knotted and coiled from physical work. Alec liked the dark hair that coated Ben’s forearms. His sleeves were rolled back today and had his fur and extensive tats on display. Alec motioned toward the almost empty diner. “Pick a seat and I’ll get you coffee.”

Ben settled into a table close to the kitchen and had barely seated himself before Alec was filling his cup with the steaming dark drink.

He’d taken a sip before his husband came through the door. Gage Reid was twenty-seven and served as the deputy sheriff for beaver county and was also hot as hell in Alec’s book. He fit the role of peace keeper and was a lighter skinned version of Ben. Gage had his sandy blond hair clipped tight against his skull. His groomed beard fit him perfectly. As he made his way to the table where Ben sat, Alec stole a glimpse of Gage’s round ass packed into his uniform.

Gage settled in beside Ben and smiled when Alec filled his cup. “Good and strong. Just what I needed this morning.”

Alex grinned in return as he sat the pot of coffee on the table. With order pad in hand, Alec held the pen over his notebook. “The usual platters, guys?”

Gage seemed a little embarrassed, but it was Ben who answered. “We’re trying to cut back on the carbs and drop a few pounds. So, we’re passing on the biscuits and gravy this morning. No pancakes either. We’re going for two Denver omelets.”

Gage shook his head and looked dejected. Ben reached over and squeezed Gage’s thigh. “You’ll live, and it’s not like we’ll be suffering to have two of Miss Dorthy’s specials. We both had too many handcrafted beers on our last vacation. You’ll be looking for a skinny little dude to replace your fat husband.”

Gage snorted, “Fat husband, right.” He turned to Alec. “Tell him Alec how dumb he’s being.”

Alec caught himself tongue tied and stammered out a reply. “You’re both hot.”

A second later, when a soft twitter filled the diner, Alec turned red as a beet and fled to the back of the kitchen.


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Slapout: Chapter 01

Wednesday Briefs

Small time town with big time drama.


Chapter 01

It felt like a search light burned into his vision in the pitch darkness, and he burrowed into the bedding and pillows covering his bed in the tiny apartment he occupied over the grocery-cafe-gas station which he owned. Once he adjusted to the brightness, he knew full well it leaked from the diner kitchen where Miss Dorthy created the homemade biscuits she came to town six days a week to make for him.

It was a good thing she did too, because no one would pay to eat what he cooked, but they would drive across the county for an order of Miss Dorthy’s biscuits and sausage gravy. Unfortunately, to keep his six-am customers happy, the breakfast cooking had to begin at the un-Godly hour of four in the morning.

The noise of the pots and pans being dragged from their storage created a din Alec had learned to overlook. The bang of metal against metal, jarred him from the sleep he’d drifted back toward.

He considered pulling the pillow over his head for a little more slumber, but a minute later he heard an enormous whisk against the metal bowl.

Get your ass out of bed, Alec. Miss Dorthy isn’t going to put up with crap from you, and if she quits you’ll be out of business.

With a soft groan, he slipped his feet from the quilts and dropped them onto the cold wooden floor. He stretched to his full six-feet-three-inches and felt his joints pop. His morning woody tented the front of his briefs to an impressive degree. He grinned down at his monster, but resisted the urge to take it for a little early morning activity.

Instead he moved to his tiny bathroom and turned on the shower. He did a fast check of his appearance and found the same heavy scruff he’d dealt with since high school. I’m a hairy shit, there’s no way around that fact. But he kept the heaviest thatch trimmed, so he didn’t look like an Oklahoma Bigfoot.

More sounds from the kitchen below set him into motion. He pushed down his underwear and kicked them onto the small pile of clothes accumulating in the corner of the room. With a final change to the shower spray, he stepped into the cascading water.

Alec turned slowly, letting the searing cascade wake him up. He stood under the pouring stream and let it run off his head. He peered through the runlets traveling down his face and grabbed the bottle of body wash. After filling his palm with the blue gel, he coated himself with its lather. The spicy scent filled the air as he washed the soap from his skin, with the methodical pace of someone coming awake.

He lifted the hand-shower for a final rinse and sprayed the soap from his lower parts. Once he finished with his morning rinse, he moved through the rest of his pre-dawn routine. It didn’t take long before he was pulling out his clothes for today. Most days the choice was a no-brainer: black jeans and T-shirt with a pair of shoes comfortable enough to get him through the day.

Alec tucked the shirt in and threaded a hand-tooled belt through the loops in the pants. He moved to the full-length mirror and turned a few times to make sure he had overlooked nothing. But he couldn’t find any problems this morning. The last bit of grooming consisted of styling his hair. A well-practiced task, a few minutes later he had his waves in his preferred flip over his forehead.

Without a glance back, Alec snapped open the apartment door and descended the stairs at something approaching a run. He jumped the final step to land beside a set of pegs and grabbed his apron. After looping the top around his neck, he focused on tying it over his waist. He glanced up to find Miss Dorthy’s warm smile greeting him.

“One of these days you’ll try to jump that last step and break yourself into a dozen pieces of Alec,” Miss Dorthy said.

Alec winked at her before organizing the kitchen for breakfast. The tiny space was more like a typical home setup. But Alec didn’t have an issue with that difference, he didn’t need to have a diner that would hold hundreds. The small group of regulars were enough to keep him in business.

Miss Dorthy’s next words changed his focus. “Looks like the first boys are here. You best get the coffee started.”

Alec followed her line of sight to see Eli and the college kid who was helping this summer with the enormous flocks of sheep he ran along with an expansive cattle operation. He stood frozen until the pair walked through the glass front door and into the diner… and twisted Alec’s stomach into a knot.


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Double Trouble: Chapter 119

Wednesday Briefs

The final chapter of this long running series.


Chapter 119

Danny stepped into the blazing August sun with his arms filled with more of his stuff he wanted to haul to college. His plan was to leave as soon as he finished with the final packing, but he knew the truth. If he left at all today, he would be surprised. There were too many goodbyes, and he had no intention of missing any of them.

But he’d been dreading this goodbye. It was Rob.

Danny saw his boyfriend through the ripples of heat coming from the asphalt driveway. Rob’s stance was a textbook case of dejection. With hands shoved into his jeans and a white cowboy hat setting atop his short blond hair, Danny envisioned the sky-blue eyes in the shadow cast by his hat. The sleeves of Rob’s shirt was cut off at the shoulder and left his sun-bronzed skin exposed for Danny to enjoy.

He dropped his gaze to the barren ground below his feet. This wasn’t going to go well. He’d been working at Yellowstone for the summer and had returned a few weeks ago. He and Danny had tried to reform the connection, but they both understood he was leaving soon for college. That life changing event was enough to create the barrier they now tried to deal with. When the shuffling boot steps came close, Danny sat the boxes he carried into the pickup. He turned back and his heart broke at the sight of the tears rolling down Rob’s downy cheeks.

Rob sniffled, and it couldn’t have been more obvious how fierce the battle with his emotions had become. Before anything else was said, Danny took Rob in his arms and pulled him into a tight hug. Rob returned the embrace as their feelings overwhelmed both of them. As they stood and held each other in the cluster of buildings, a gust of scorching wind twirled around them.

The breath of nature roused Danny from the gloom of the moment. He decided to make their parting as painless as he could and he’d share everything he’d been able to come up with over the past week that might be a positive point with Danny leaving for college at state while Rob settled into working at the ranch that his family had owned for most of a hundred-and-fifty years. When he stepped out of their mutual grip, Danny rested his arm across Rob’s shoulder and guided him into the house.

Before the screen door had snapped closed, the cool darkness of the interior enveloped them. Danny motioned Rob to the kitchen island, pulled out two large tumblers and shoveled vanilla ice cream into them as he considered the situation. By the time he slowly poured the pop over the three-quarters filled glasses, Danny had gathered his thoughts enough to empathize with Rob. He stuck a long spoon into the glass and slid it across the countertop for Rob to catch. When Danny looked into Rob’s face, the pain seemed to be lessening.

He motioned toward the flats, “Go ahead, Dad bought the ice cream on the way home from Lawton.”

Rod slipped his spoon through the frothy dessert then filled his mouth. After a few seconds, his expression relaxed while Danny’s mind spun like he’d hit black ice on the interstate. But they both kept their silence until Danny knew he had ran out of time when Rob finished his float.

Danny trolled his thoughts for anything to make this easier. He came close to spewing out something stupid when he heard the sounds of boots on hardwood and keys rattling. It had to be his dad. He turned and felt a weight lift.

Trent moved through the living room and smiled at the two before turning back to Danny. “You all packed? Your pa is waiting for us.”

“Yeah, I guess. I put in the last of the boxes into my truck.” He gave Rob a smile, but said nothing.

Trent nodded and headed for Danny’s pickup. Just before he stepped out the door he turned to the young men. “Danny will be back next weekend so don’t make it a crisis.”

He focused on Danny. “I’ll go start the pickup and cool it off.” With nothing more said, Trent left the house. He watched his dad disappear around the corner before turning back to Rob. Danny studied the other man for a long minute before embracing Rob again.

“He’s right. I’ll probably be home next weekend.”

Rob nodded before giving Danny a small grin. “We can go to dinner. I want to hear all about your first week in college.”

Danny squeezed him again then dropped his arm to his waist. “We need to go or Dad will honk.”

With their arms interlocked they left the house. The snap of the door shutting made Danny jump, and he laughed at himself. They walked closer to the pickup and paused in the blazing sun. He leaned in and kissed Rob again. “I better go. You have a great week.”

Rob swallowed hard but didn’t say a word. Danny gave him another squeeze and released his grip. He let loose of his grip and climbed into the truck. Trent was driving and Danny was good with that arrangement. He stared straight ahead, not wanting his memory to be of him getting farther away. Trent glanced over and patted Danny’s thigh before refocusing on the road.

“Rob will be fine, and you will be too.”

“I know, but it knots my guts until I want to puke.”

Trent let out a low chuckle. “That’s the sign.”

 

 

<<<<    the end    >>>>


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Double Trouble: Chapter 118

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 118

Danny stood in line, waiting to be handed his diploma. After the lecture he got from his grandfather, no way was he going to pull a stunt. It would have been simple too. His sister would be an easy target. But he would also pay if he pulled anything on her. He knew from a ton of previous times, she would make the retribution lasting and painful.

“Hey. Earth to Dan.”

He glanced over and smiled at Rob. His boyfriend had been amazingly supportive for all the craziness over these final days of high school. With a familiar grin, Danny took him by the back of the neck and gave him a familiar squeeze. A few seconds later, he pulled the two together until their foreheads touched. He enjoyed the buzz of affection he got from Rob, but he decided he’d drew enough attention in their direction and dropped his head. He considered the other young man and decided they needed a change of topic.

“Did you talk to your parents about the summer job at Yellowstone?”

This time it was Rob’s turn to laugh. “Oh yeah, I brought it up. I’m pretty sure we have a new skylight where Dad shot through the roof.”

Danny squirmed at the idea he’d caused Rob problems with his family. They had been so supportive through the time they’d been dating. But, as he learned, everyone had their limits. Part of him wanted to let it go, but the rest of him wanted to know what happened.

Fatal curiosity won out. Danny could be the cat in this situation.

“So, what did he tell you?”

“He said the job I needed to focus on this summer was getting in the wheat harvest and then working a few hundred head of cattle. He also mentioned acts of God would play into the summer schedule too.” Rob paused and winked. “He said if I needed to rough it, we could pitch a tent in the west section. He seemed convinced a two-man pop-up tent would keep both of us out of trouble.”

Danny chuckled and batted his long lashes at Rob. “I have no idea of how that might work.”

Rob snorted and dropped his voice. “We should be able to visit the tent a few times a week. It might be cool to have a place that is kind of ours.”

“You might change your mind when some big ass June thunderstorm rolls over the top of us like a steamroller over asphalt.”

Rob chuckled and swatted Danny on the ass. “Stormy weather would be a good time to go home to wash clothes, or maybe go visit my boyfriend.”

Danny caught a glare from a fellow student and turned to confront the person. He hadn’t moved close enough to utter a single word before one of the teachers had a firm grip on his arm and guided him toward the front of the line. The only thing that kept Danny from coming unhinged was the sight of the other student being led in the opposite direction.

He refocused on where he was being taken. The teacher leading him away had a determined look on his face. Danny realized they had planned for something like this and his typical smart-ass remarks wouldn’t help.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he spoke. “Mr. Wolfe, I haven’t done anything wrong. What’s going on?”

The teacher’s eyebrows lifted. “Do you want me to believe you weren’t about to get into a fight with Jeff Miller?”

Danny sighed. “He sounded like he was having trouble breathing. I thought he might need help with that problem.”

Mr. Wolfe chuckled and shook his head. “Commendable, but I’ll wait here with you until they call your name.”

Rob appeared at their side, looking concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Mr. Wolfe seemed to think I was about to punch Miller.”

They both glanced back to find their classmate to see the stormy expression he wore. A slow smile appeared on Danny’s lips. He leaned close to give Rob a quick kiss and winked as Miller’s face turned scarlet.


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Double Trouble: Chapter 117

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 117

Danny messed with his tie and grumbled. But when he saw his grandfather staring at him with his arms crossed and looked very serious. But he refused to give up the argument they were having.

“I hate ties and no one else will wear them. It’s stupid, wearing a suit and tie under my gown. It’ll be hot and miserable. Some of the guys are wearing shorts underneath so what difference does it make?”

“You’re not wearing shorts under your graduation gown. End of discussion. So far as the tie… that’s Trent’s idea. I’m here to make sure you don’t do something you’ll regret.”

He fiddled with the graduation robes and considered showing them they couldn’t force him into something he didn’t do so. How would they feel if he was bare-ass naked under the shit they were making him wear? A nice neon jockstrap should set off the entire family.

“If you’re smart, you’ll listen. I can tell you’re trying to cook something up. Don’t do something stupid because your dad wants you to wear a tie.”

“Feels like I have a noose around my neck. What a crock of shit,” Danny said. Darrin studied him for a few minutes before lowering himself to the edge of the bed. Danny knew he was about to get one of his grandfather’s lectures.

“You’re lucky you can ask Rob to be at graduation and the prom. It wasn’t that long ago when it wouldn’t have been possible.” Danny started to argue Darrin’s point but was stopped by a single upturned finger. “You think this is a whole different world from when we were your age, and even when your dads were younger. But you see the stuff on the TV and what’s written on-line. People are still losing your life over whole they love. So, Papa thinks, and I agree with him, you need to present the bright shiny Danny to what’s most of the town. That is why we are insisting you dress up. It’s not because we’re trying to be difficult. To be honest, it pisses me off that I have to sit here to make sure you don’t do something you’ll regret for years.”

He caught Danny’s gaze, and they stared at each other. A few seconds passed and Darrin threw up his hands. “You know what, I won’t babysit you anymore. If you want to be a jerk, do it. I’m not watching over you like a nursemaid.” When after a short time Danny didn’t reply, Darrin threw his hands into the air and stomped out of the room.

Danny sat in shock. His grandfather was the least volatile person in the house. He sat and considered what he’d been told. Then there was a knock at his door. He hesitated for a moment before moving across the room and opened the door. Samantha? She barely got the door closed behind her before she went off.

“What in the hell did you do? Grampy left without answering anyone, including Papa.”

Danny started to voice his opinion of the whole mess but realized from her expression that if he did, it would be one of the dumbest things he’d done in a while. Taking the safer route, he explained the whole thing to her.

“I didn’t want to wear this stupid tie.” From the instant it left his mouth he realized what a dumb thing it was to have blown up over. He didn’t give Samantha the time to tell him what a dumbass he was.

“I gotta find Grampy. I owe him an apology.”

Samantha took a step back, lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head toward the front door.

Danny left with no further comments.


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Break time and new work coming.

I’d hoped to finish Double Trouble before taking a break from the serial, but it doesn’t look like that will happen. So rather than let the quality suffer I’m going to take a break from Double Trouble and start it back in January. In the mean time…

Throwaway, my contemporary short story, will be released to the general public on November 28th.

On December 19th Drawing the Devil will be re-released after a major rewrite with Pride Publishing. It is also now volume 1 of a five book western series.

Also, a little further out, I have a new novella set for release in March of 2018 titled Construction and is a contemporary M/M release.

 

Double Trouble: Chapter 116

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 116

Danny lay awake listening to the sounds of everyone moving through their personal rituals of preparing for bed. After being cock blocked twice in the same night– he knew he would hook up with Rob.

He listened with barely controlled impatience until the late night preparations dwindled away. The noise from the television in his parent’s room kept drifting to him through the walls until his plan seemed doomed for failure. As he resigned himself to his scheme not working out for tonight, the voices stopped and Danny held his breath.

The time he lay listening went on until he felt certain everyone had fallen sound asleep. Then he waited longer just to be certain. Once the seconds stretched out to what Danny thought made up a ridiculous amount of time, he eased his blanket off, moved to sit on the edge of the bed and listened hard for signs of anyone else being awake at this late hour. He wanted to be certain before he worked on the next part of the plan he’d cooked up to make this night what he had in mind. It didn’t help that his dick had been granite hard since he had stripped to his underwear and crawled into his bed. But now he worked his way across the hardwood floor and stopped at his door.

He grinned when his ears brought him the faint sounds of Josh’s snoring. After waiting for several minutes, he decided his parents were both sound asleep. In his bare feet he crept to the living room where they gave Rob a bed for the night. He’d covered half the distance when noises came from Josh and Trent’s room. He crouched in a corner, hoping whoever had been disturbed wouldn’t spot him in the darkness. Whoever it is won’t flip on a light to find whatever they needed.

But then a beam flickered along the bottom of their bedroom door and Danny realized whoever was awake, had a flashlight and there was no way they wouldn’t spot them. He fled to his room, barely getting the door shut before the flashlight hit the bottom of the door. It sounded like there was a short conversation and more muffled footsteps before the household settled back into what were becoming early morning hours. With his time running out, Danny made his way to the edge of the living room again and paused listening for signs of anyone other than Rob who was sound asleep on the couch.

This time Danny crawled across the floor to avoid making any noise. It took longer than he might have wanted, but he reached the blanket-covered form on the sofa. He reached up and ran his finger over the edge of Rob’s ear. There was a grumbling noise that emerged from Rob before he turned away from Danny. After a few more failed attempts to wake his boyfriend, Danny went for broke.

He slipped his hand under the sheet and caressed Rob’s stomach before sliding toward Rob’s jewels. Two hands grabbed his wrist and held it in place.

What the hell?

“I don’t think you really want to do that Danny,” said Levi.

Danny shot backward as if he had grabbed an electric fence. Levi turned toward him but before he began, a chuckle came from the hallway and then Trent said, “Danny – zero. Parent’s – one.”


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