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Got this email today. Ahem. Happy New Year to me.
Hi there
Go ahead and congratulate your favorite authors on their great year!
The Bestsellers for 4th Quarter 2005 were:
Heat, by Tory Temple
Need, By Sean Michael
Bareback (as usual, you go, Chris) by Chris Owen
In the Strangest Places, by Willa Okati
and Prisoner of the Raven by Kirby Crow
Caged, Don't Ask Don't Tell, and Latigo were hot on your heels!
Bestsellers in Single Shots were:
A Place Like Home by Cat Kane
Partners on the Trail by Julia Talbot
That would not have happened without all of you, for which I am profoundly grateful. Thank you so much for your support, if I could kiss each and every one of you, I would. Alas, since I cannot, I will offer you something else instead.
I was not ready to leave the boys behind when I finished Heat, so I kept telling their story to amuse myself. It may or may not be offered as a sequel, depending on how I feel about it when it's done. But in the meantime, I'll share some of it, and since we just finished the holidays, I'll show you how Chance and Tucker celebrated their Christmas in Kentucky.
December wore on and Christmas arrived, bringing with it the first snow that Chance had seen since he’d been there.
He stood in the kitchen on Christmas morning and looked out the back window, watching fat flakes land on the roof of the barn and longing for his beach and his ocean. Tucker came up behind him and rested his chin on Chance’s shoulder. “It’s pretty,” Chance said absently.
“Pretty to look at,” Tucker agreed. “But that’s about it.”
“And cold.”
He chuckled. “And cold. Told ya I’d get you out here to show you what real winter was like.”
Chance kissed Tucker’s temple. “I knew you had an ulterior motive in coming back here.”
“Gotta go out to the barn in a bit to make sure the bales aren’t dryin’ out. Or freezin’.” He stared glumly at the falling snow.
“Never ends, huh?”
“Nope. S’why I always thought farmin’ wasn’t for me – no downtime. Too hard of a life.”
Chance studied him. “And now? You think different?”
“I think I ain’t got no choice.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “Got somethin’ for ya,” Tucker said, straightening up. “Go start a fire and I’ll be right there.”
Damn. He had barely remembered it was Christmas, much less had time to get Tucker a present. “I don’t have anything for – ” he started, but Tucker waved him away.
“Don’t matter, baby. I got you, that’s all the present I need.” He left him with a kiss, so Chance wandered into the other room to start a fire.
Cotton had just sunk down next to him with a sigh when Tucker reappeared, holding something behind his back. He plopped down onto the carpet next to Chance and handed him a package hastily wrapped in newspaper comic pages. “Sorry ‘bout the wrappin’ paper.”
Chance grinned at him. “It’s perfect.” He tore into it eagerly, forgetting his usual dislike for organized holidays and feeling absurdly pleased that Tucker had gotten him a gift. He left the paper in a ball on the floor and lifted up a navy blue sweatshirt.
It was similar to his own fire department sweatshirts, but on the back, instead of having “Oceanside Fire” written below the Maltese Cross, the bright yellow letters read “Louisville Fire Authority”.
“Hey,” Chance said softly. “That’s cool.” It was traditional between fire departments across the country to trade shirts when visiting another station. Chance himself had department t-shirts from several different states, including Hawaii, and his favorite one was from a friend of his who had moved to Australia.
“Check the front,” Tucker told him, tugging it out of his hand and turning it around. “See?”
Chance grinned hugely. “Chance” had been embroidered on the left breast in yellow thread that matched the back. “You sew that on yourself?” he teased, running a finger over the obvious machine embroidery.
“Yep,” Tucker nodded. “Slaved over a hot sewin’ machine for hours.”
“Well. It was worth it.” He pulled off his flannel shirt and put the new sweatshirt on, liking the way the fleece on the inside felt against his bare skin.
“Yeah? You like it?” Tucker looked hopeful and young.
“Love it.” Chance wrapped his fingers in Tucker’s shirt and brought him closer, kissing him soundly.
He could feel Tucker smiling against his mouth. “There was somethin’ else in there for ya.”
Chance looked at the crumpled paper on the ground. “Really? I didn’t see anything.” He grabbed the paper and started pawing through it.
Tucker leaned back on his hands and crossed his legs at the ankles, waiting. “It’s small.”
He was right, it was small enough that Chance almost didn’t see it drop out of the newspaper onto the carpet. He caught it out of the corner of his eye and picked up a small leather band with three metal snaps.
It didn’t register immediately. Chance examined it, noting how supple the leather was and thinking for a second that it was some sort of bracelet. Then he realized, no, too small to fit around his wrist … oh. Goddamn.
Chance looked up to find Tucker watching him, a dimple peeking out from one cheek. “Know what it is?”
His prick twitched in his sweats. “It’s a cock ring.”
“Uh huh.” Tucker didn’t say anything else, but his dimple deepened.
Chance studied it more closely. The snaps were undetectable on the inside, leaving just a smooth, leather band. It was cool and light in his hand, and all of a sudden Chance couldn’t wait to get it on.
He unsnapped it and held it out, letting it dangle from his fingers. “Put it on me.”
Tucker sat up and snatched it out of his hand. “Took you long enough to ask.”
They shimmied out of clothes while trying to kiss and touch at the same time. Chance’s cock throbbed again and he gave Tucker a warning. “Better get that on before I’m fully hard.”
“That’s why it’s adjustable,” Tucker laughed, but he pushed Chance back anyway and straddled him. With gentle fingers, he lifted Chance’s quickly-hardening dick and brought the leather strap down around the base. Fastening it on the second snap, he tugged a little bit to test it. “How’s it feel?”
Chance lifted his head and looked, watching as his cock began to stand up and away from his body. It was pretty fucking hot, looking at the black stripe that was quickly tightening just above his balls. “Feels … amazing,” he murmured, laying his head back down and gesturing for Tucker to stretch out on top of him.
Tucker complied, muscles stretching and lengthening as he covered Chance’s mouth with his own. Their tongues met in a familiar dance and Chance wanted to crawl inside him, wanted to get underneath Tucker’s skin and turn him inside out. “Gonna make it good,” Tucker whispered, tongue tracing the shell of Chance’s ear. “You ain’t gonna know what hit ya.”
Chance groaned and rocked up against him, cock fully erect. The ring prevented any blood from leaving his dick, so he felt more full and swollen than ever before. Every small touch against him sent shocks to his nerve endings, and he wasn’t sure how long this was going to last.
Tucker moved down his body with agonizing slowness, stopping every few inches to lick or suckle at any skin that caught his interest. To Chance’s frustration, this meant every area except his prick, which was practically pulsing with every beat of his heart. The leather binding around the base only enhanced the throbbing. “C’mon,” he groaned. “Don’t do this to me. It’s Christmas.”
Tucker chuckled against his belly. “Patience.” He slid a little lower, mouth finally in the right area, and Chance sighed in relief when he felt a warm tongue on his cock.
Tucker’s tongue moved down to his balls, passing over the cock ring and then back up, lips pressing lightly on the head. Chance’s hips came off the ground when he felt Tucker’s tongue dart into his slit and then away, and he tried thrusting up again.
He tossed his head in frustration when strong hands came down on his hips, holding him still. “Not yet,” Tucker said. “Go easy. Let me.”
Chance let out a shaky breath and tried to relax. He let himself go limp, hands falling to his sides and legs falling slightly open.
“There you go,” Tucker murmured approvingly. “Good boy.” He lowered his head again and Chance saw him dart two fingers into his mouth, wetting them. He closed his eyes and waited to feel Tucker probing at his hole, but when he didn’t feel anything, he cracked open an eye.
He was in time to see Tucker reach around and push both fingers into his own ass, neck arching beautifully as he rode his fingers for a minute. Chance held his breath while he watched, fingers curling into the carpet and his cock standing nearly perpendicular from his body.
He was so hard and wanted to come so badly that he nearly wept when Tucker lifted himself up and in one smooth motion impaled himself on Chance’s dick. They both gasped in unison and Chance’s eyes rolled back in his head. Everything got hard and hot and tight all at once; he’d never been able to feel Tucker so intimately before. The leather ring enhanced every ripple of muscle, every clenching stroke Tucker made, until Chance thought he had to either come or die trying.
Tucker rocked up and down on him for the longest time, eyes closed in concentration, and Chance tried to watch his face for a distraction. He needed something, anything to take his mind off the torturous pleasure that both enticed and mocked him. Everything was on edge and tingling. And yet, his climax still eluded him.
When Tucker took his own cock in his hand and started stroking off over Chance, Chance heard himself make a strangled sob. “Can’t come,” he whimpered, hands beating at Tucker’s thighs, fingernails digging in. “Want to so bad, please.” He thought he might even feel tears burning at the backs of his eyes, but by this point he couldn’t have cared less.
Tucker put a strong hand on his chest. “Hang on,” he instructed, and reached his other hand down. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he snapped open the cock ring and pulled it off.
Chance’s orgasm exploded out of him with enough force to rock them both. He was helpless against it, not able to do anything but ride it out and clutch at Tucker’s thighs with shaking fingers. Tucker had been right, Chance didn’t know what hit him. He could hear Tucker making soft, low noises in his chest as he pulled at his cock, and then there was warm spunk on his stomach and Chance was still shuddering.
The crackling of the fire was the only noise in the room for a long time after that, except for Cotton’s soft snores. “That dog can sleep through anything,” Tucker mused after a while, and they both laughed.
“Yeah. Smokey never sticks around, you know?”
Tucker nodded. “I know. You make too much noise for his poor, sensitive kitty ears.”
“Me? What the fuck about you? You’re the one who always has to talk during sex.” Chance poked him in the ribs and Tucker grabbed his hand, chuckling.
They rolled around and mock-wrestled for a while before settling into each other’s arms again, letting the fire warm them. “Merry Christmas,” Chance whispered, as Tucker drowsed with his head on Chance’s chest.
“Mer’ Christmas, baby.”
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Hi there
Go ahead and congratulate your favorite authors on their great year!
The Bestsellers for 4th Quarter 2005 were:
Heat, by Tory Temple
Need, By Sean Michael
Bareback (as usual, you go, Chris) by Chris Owen
In the Strangest Places, by Willa Okati
and Prisoner of the Raven by Kirby Crow
Caged, Don't Ask Don't Tell, and Latigo were hot on your heels!
Bestsellers in Single Shots were:
A Place Like Home by Cat Kane
Partners on the Trail by Julia Talbot
That would not have happened without all of you, for which I am profoundly grateful. Thank you so much for your support, if I could kiss each and every one of you, I would. Alas, since I cannot, I will offer you something else instead.
I was not ready to leave the boys behind when I finished Heat, so I kept telling their story to amuse myself. It may or may not be offered as a sequel, depending on how I feel about it when it's done. But in the meantime, I'll share some of it, and since we just finished the holidays, I'll show you how Chance and Tucker celebrated their Christmas in Kentucky.
December wore on and Christmas arrived, bringing with it the first snow that Chance had seen since he’d been there.
He stood in the kitchen on Christmas morning and looked out the back window, watching fat flakes land on the roof of the barn and longing for his beach and his ocean. Tucker came up behind him and rested his chin on Chance’s shoulder. “It’s pretty,” Chance said absently.
“Pretty to look at,” Tucker agreed. “But that’s about it.”
“And cold.”
He chuckled. “And cold. Told ya I’d get you out here to show you what real winter was like.”
Chance kissed Tucker’s temple. “I knew you had an ulterior motive in coming back here.”
“Gotta go out to the barn in a bit to make sure the bales aren’t dryin’ out. Or freezin’.” He stared glumly at the falling snow.
“Never ends, huh?”
“Nope. S’why I always thought farmin’ wasn’t for me – no downtime. Too hard of a life.”
Chance studied him. “And now? You think different?”
“I think I ain’t got no choice.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “Got somethin’ for ya,” Tucker said, straightening up. “Go start a fire and I’ll be right there.”
Damn. He had barely remembered it was Christmas, much less had time to get Tucker a present. “I don’t have anything for – ” he started, but Tucker waved him away.
“Don’t matter, baby. I got you, that’s all the present I need.” He left him with a kiss, so Chance wandered into the other room to start a fire.
Cotton had just sunk down next to him with a sigh when Tucker reappeared, holding something behind his back. He plopped down onto the carpet next to Chance and handed him a package hastily wrapped in newspaper comic pages. “Sorry ‘bout the wrappin’ paper.”
Chance grinned at him. “It’s perfect.” He tore into it eagerly, forgetting his usual dislike for organized holidays and feeling absurdly pleased that Tucker had gotten him a gift. He left the paper in a ball on the floor and lifted up a navy blue sweatshirt.
It was similar to his own fire department sweatshirts, but on the back, instead of having “Oceanside Fire” written below the Maltese Cross, the bright yellow letters read “Louisville Fire Authority”.
“Hey,” Chance said softly. “That’s cool.” It was traditional between fire departments across the country to trade shirts when visiting another station. Chance himself had department t-shirts from several different states, including Hawaii, and his favorite one was from a friend of his who had moved to Australia.
“Check the front,” Tucker told him, tugging it out of his hand and turning it around. “See?”
Chance grinned hugely. “Chance” had been embroidered on the left breast in yellow thread that matched the back. “You sew that on yourself?” he teased, running a finger over the obvious machine embroidery.
“Yep,” Tucker nodded. “Slaved over a hot sewin’ machine for hours.”
“Well. It was worth it.” He pulled off his flannel shirt and put the new sweatshirt on, liking the way the fleece on the inside felt against his bare skin.
“Yeah? You like it?” Tucker looked hopeful and young.
“Love it.” Chance wrapped his fingers in Tucker’s shirt and brought him closer, kissing him soundly.
He could feel Tucker smiling against his mouth. “There was somethin’ else in there for ya.”
Chance looked at the crumpled paper on the ground. “Really? I didn’t see anything.” He grabbed the paper and started pawing through it.
Tucker leaned back on his hands and crossed his legs at the ankles, waiting. “It’s small.”
He was right, it was small enough that Chance almost didn’t see it drop out of the newspaper onto the carpet. He caught it out of the corner of his eye and picked up a small leather band with three metal snaps.
It didn’t register immediately. Chance examined it, noting how supple the leather was and thinking for a second that it was some sort of bracelet. Then he realized, no, too small to fit around his wrist … oh. Goddamn.
Chance looked up to find Tucker watching him, a dimple peeking out from one cheek. “Know what it is?”
His prick twitched in his sweats. “It’s a cock ring.”
“Uh huh.” Tucker didn’t say anything else, but his dimple deepened.
Chance studied it more closely. The snaps were undetectable on the inside, leaving just a smooth, leather band. It was cool and light in his hand, and all of a sudden Chance couldn’t wait to get it on.
He unsnapped it and held it out, letting it dangle from his fingers. “Put it on me.”
Tucker sat up and snatched it out of his hand. “Took you long enough to ask.”
They shimmied out of clothes while trying to kiss and touch at the same time. Chance’s cock throbbed again and he gave Tucker a warning. “Better get that on before I’m fully hard.”
“That’s why it’s adjustable,” Tucker laughed, but he pushed Chance back anyway and straddled him. With gentle fingers, he lifted Chance’s quickly-hardening dick and brought the leather strap down around the base. Fastening it on the second snap, he tugged a little bit to test it. “How’s it feel?”
Chance lifted his head and looked, watching as his cock began to stand up and away from his body. It was pretty fucking hot, looking at the black stripe that was quickly tightening just above his balls. “Feels … amazing,” he murmured, laying his head back down and gesturing for Tucker to stretch out on top of him.
Tucker complied, muscles stretching and lengthening as he covered Chance’s mouth with his own. Their tongues met in a familiar dance and Chance wanted to crawl inside him, wanted to get underneath Tucker’s skin and turn him inside out. “Gonna make it good,” Tucker whispered, tongue tracing the shell of Chance’s ear. “You ain’t gonna know what hit ya.”
Chance groaned and rocked up against him, cock fully erect. The ring prevented any blood from leaving his dick, so he felt more full and swollen than ever before. Every small touch against him sent shocks to his nerve endings, and he wasn’t sure how long this was going to last.
Tucker moved down his body with agonizing slowness, stopping every few inches to lick or suckle at any skin that caught his interest. To Chance’s frustration, this meant every area except his prick, which was practically pulsing with every beat of his heart. The leather binding around the base only enhanced the throbbing. “C’mon,” he groaned. “Don’t do this to me. It’s Christmas.”
Tucker chuckled against his belly. “Patience.” He slid a little lower, mouth finally in the right area, and Chance sighed in relief when he felt a warm tongue on his cock.
Tucker’s tongue moved down to his balls, passing over the cock ring and then back up, lips pressing lightly on the head. Chance’s hips came off the ground when he felt Tucker’s tongue dart into his slit and then away, and he tried thrusting up again.
He tossed his head in frustration when strong hands came down on his hips, holding him still. “Not yet,” Tucker said. “Go easy. Let me.”
Chance let out a shaky breath and tried to relax. He let himself go limp, hands falling to his sides and legs falling slightly open.
“There you go,” Tucker murmured approvingly. “Good boy.” He lowered his head again and Chance saw him dart two fingers into his mouth, wetting them. He closed his eyes and waited to feel Tucker probing at his hole, but when he didn’t feel anything, he cracked open an eye.
He was in time to see Tucker reach around and push both fingers into his own ass, neck arching beautifully as he rode his fingers for a minute. Chance held his breath while he watched, fingers curling into the carpet and his cock standing nearly perpendicular from his body.
He was so hard and wanted to come so badly that he nearly wept when Tucker lifted himself up and in one smooth motion impaled himself on Chance’s dick. They both gasped in unison and Chance’s eyes rolled back in his head. Everything got hard and hot and tight all at once; he’d never been able to feel Tucker so intimately before. The leather ring enhanced every ripple of muscle, every clenching stroke Tucker made, until Chance thought he had to either come or die trying.
Tucker rocked up and down on him for the longest time, eyes closed in concentration, and Chance tried to watch his face for a distraction. He needed something, anything to take his mind off the torturous pleasure that both enticed and mocked him. Everything was on edge and tingling. And yet, his climax still eluded him.
When Tucker took his own cock in his hand and started stroking off over Chance, Chance heard himself make a strangled sob. “Can’t come,” he whimpered, hands beating at Tucker’s thighs, fingernails digging in. “Want to so bad, please.” He thought he might even feel tears burning at the backs of his eyes, but by this point he couldn’t have cared less.
Tucker put a strong hand on his chest. “Hang on,” he instructed, and reached his other hand down. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he snapped open the cock ring and pulled it off.
Chance’s orgasm exploded out of him with enough force to rock them both. He was helpless against it, not able to do anything but ride it out and clutch at Tucker’s thighs with shaking fingers. Tucker had been right, Chance didn’t know what hit him. He could hear Tucker making soft, low noises in his chest as he pulled at his cock, and then there was warm spunk on his stomach and Chance was still shuddering.
The crackling of the fire was the only noise in the room for a long time after that, except for Cotton’s soft snores. “That dog can sleep through anything,” Tucker mused after a while, and they both laughed.
“Yeah. Smokey never sticks around, you know?”
Tucker nodded. “I know. You make too much noise for his poor, sensitive kitty ears.”
“Me? What the fuck about you? You’re the one who always has to talk during sex.” Chance poked him in the ribs and Tucker grabbed his hand, chuckling.
They rolled around and mock-wrestled for a while before settling into each other’s arms again, letting the fire warm them. “Merry Christmas,” Chance whispered, as Tucker drowsed with his head on Chance’s chest.
“Mer’ Christmas, baby.”
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