Hello and Happy Friday! I have two very special dates coming up this weekend. One, my birthday is Sunday! I've finally reached the Big 40. And... It's The Sergeant's Five Year Anniversary! Wow. I can't believe it's been five years since I first started this self publishing journey and set Logan and Clay loose on the world.

Over the next few days, I though it'd be neat to share a few Cuffs, Collars & Love throwbacks and extras, plus do some giveaways! To start, I have a short for Logan and Clay, written for The Sergeant's One Year Anniversary. Clay decides he wants to try being the Dom for the night and switch-a-roo sexy times ensue. The prompt was provided by Denise over at Two Chicks Obsessed. Please check out their blog. They have amazing recs and reviews. Okay, without further ado I present to you - For One Night Only

Logan lay back in his big bed. His submissive, Clay, lay across his chest. Logan gently brushed his fingers through the silky, dark curls of Clay’s hair as they both caught their breath. They’d been together for nearly seven months now. But their love for one another hadn’t faded and neither had their passion. Logan looked down as Clay propped himself up to look at him. The beautiful flush had faded from his face, but his blue eyes were still soft, his lids still low.

“Do you think we’ll still be this rambunctious in bed when we’re old?”

Logan arched a brow. “We’ve only been together for seven months and you’re talking about us being old? I’m still in my prime.” Clay dug an elbow into his ribs, making him wince. “Ow!”

“Sorry,” Clay said. But the sparkle in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t really. “You know what I mean. Do old people still play? Or will we start having vanilla sex all the time?”

Logan laughed. “Would that bother you?”

Clay’s eyebrows shot up. “Now that you’ve shown me sprinkles, caramel and whipped cream? Hell yeah it would.”

Logan laughed again. “There are plenty of D/s couples who play well into their golden years. I’m sure we’ll be just the same.”

“Good.” He closed his eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath. Then his eyes popped back open. “Don’t go getting any ideas with the ice cream. I’m not really into food-play.”

“Is that right? You didn’t seem to mind the last time I ate ice cream off of you.”

A/N: Hello! Since it’s Wrestlemania week, I thought I’d share an old wrestling slash fanfiction of mine for Fiction Friday. It’s PWP – Porn Without Plot / Plot? What Plot?, so don’t open on your computer at work. ?
 
The first part of this was written around early 2013, when I was actively writing fanfiction. At the time I was a big Dean fangirl and really into the Ambrollins – Dean Ambrose & Seth Rollins – ship. Part one was written as a prize for my good friend, Amanda. They gave me a song to set the writing mood – Depeche Mode’s I Feel You. It was a great choice and really helped build the scene in my head.
 
Part two was written as a response to Dean switching up his ring gear and sending his fans into a tizzy as a result. Other than combining into one doc and adding a few commas, this fic has not been changed from its original posting – so you can see a bit of what my earlier writing was like. I hope you enjoy!
 
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Dean walked up the stairs to his third-floor apartment. The black flak jacket he carried in his hand was light, but it felt heavy. Heavy as the anger that pressed against the back of his eyes. He walked across the small apartment into his bedroom, following the sound of running water. The door to the bathroom was open, steam curling out to greet him in a thick mist. Dean yanked the shower curtain back. Seth shook the water from his face and looked over his shoulder at him.
 
“Where did you go?”
 
“Driving.”
 
Seth arched a dark eyebrow. “All night?”
 
“Yes, all fucking night.”
 
Seth turned his back to the water but he kept washing himself. Dean’s eyes followed Seth’s hand as they rubbed the bar of soap across his chest, down his belly, and to his sex. He stayed there, washing slowly, bubbles rising and tangling in the dark thatch of curls. His long fingers dipped lower to cup the heavy sack that hung between his legs, washing that area just as slowly. Dean lifted his eyes back to Seth’s. “You’re clean enough. Get out of the goddamn shower so we can talk about this.”
 
“Fine.”
 
But instead of turning around to face the shower head to rinse off, Seth arched his neck back, way back so that the water splashed into his face and ran down his chest and lower to rinse all the soap away. Dean turned his back on the display. He wasn’t going to let the delicious sight of a wet and naked Seth distract him.

For this week's video, I chat a little about the research I do for writing. Including where I went to get first hand knowledge for The Sergeant and how Star Blazers saved me from a major goof.

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It's almost Valentine's Day. You know what that means... a gazillion articles about romance novels that are completely clueless on the genre. I thought I'd clear up a few of those misconceptions with a video. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Three

The day after his heat ended, Rashan returned to his regular schedule. He got up early, hit the gym, and had breakfast. The 29th had patrols today and he was glad for the chance to get back to work. Rashan turned on the radio, listening to the universal news report as he got dressed. Midway through the broadcast, an ad for an intergalactic dating service came on. As he drew on the close-fitting black tank and square cut black briefs he wore beneath his space suit, he found himself wondering how other people saw his body.

Stepping up to the mirror, Rashan looked over his bronze skin, flat stomach, and slim thighs. They were nice he supposed. And he’d never noticed anyone eyeing him with disgust. He usually only took notice of his appearance to make sure he was neat and presentable for work. But today he was curious if people saw him as attractive.
Annoyed at himself, Rashan shrugged and turned away from the mirror. It didn’t matter whether they did or not. He’d only had the stupid thought because he was no longer on his heavily restrictive suppressants.

He took his flight suit from the closet and stepped into it. Although the material appeared thin, it was constructed from titanium infused webbing strong enough to deflect blaster rays. And it was triple weaved over his torso for extra protection. The suit was all black, except for the glowing blue Z.E.A.F logo over the left breast and blue stripe down the length of the sleeves. Rashan tucked his identification tags inside his suit, then reached behind him to grab the zipper pull and zip it up to where the suit ended beneath the nape of his neck.

His black boots were next. They fit snugly, stopping at the knees, with thick soles fitted with mini propulsion packs to help him maneuver on planets with low gravity. Last, he strapped on his blasters, holstering one on each thigh.

Once he was geared up, Rashan grabbed his helmet, turned off the radio, and left his quarters, the door sliding shut and automatically locking behind him. The halls were busy and bustling with crew members reporting to their morning shifts, some perky and awake, others bleary eyed and grimly holding on to cups of coffee. Just before he reached the briefing room, he ran into Layla.

“Hey.” She greeted Rashan with a warm smile. “You look like you need a hug.”

Rashan wasn’t usually a hugger, but he surprised himself by saying yes instead of politely refusing. “I do actually.” Layla leaned in to hug him, the comforting scent of a fellow omega wrapping around him as securely as the hold she had on his waist. It was different than Tony’s scent, homey and sweet, and it helped him relax, leeching away the tension he hadn’t realized he carried in his neck and shoulders.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” She squeezed him once more then stepped back. “I hear we’re going planet side today,” she said as they started walking together. “You know what that means.”

Hello and Happy Friday! This week I have chapter two from Alpha's Desire. It's NSFW, so don't leave it up on your work computer while you go on break. ;-)

CHAPTER 2

Rashan went straight back to his room, not speaking to anyone he passed along the way. The odd tension that had cropped up during the scent marking surprised him. When he'd asked Tony to help him out, he'd thought his friend would mark him as a relative would, with a quick hug and cheerful rubbing of his throat over Rashan's head. He hadn't expected Tony to mark him in the way of a lover, using lips and tongue pressed against his scent glands. If Tony hadn't done that, he never would have thought to ask him to mark that spot at the base of his spine. But an unfamiliar urge had prompted him to do so, and the request popped out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying.

Tony becoming aroused and his eyes going silver was another surprise. Rashan hadn't ever been involved with anyone so he had no frame of reference for what was normal. Maybe that was just the way alphas reacted to any omega in heat that they got too close too. His was obviously coming soon. He could smell the scent of it wafting off him, and it was growing stronger by the second.

When he arrived at his room, he grabbed his data pad, swiped to the 29th Star Squadron schedule, and marked himself unavailable for patrol. The notification would go to their flight commander, and she would put an alternate in his customary position on patrol. It was a simple system for omegas and their partners to schedule time off during a heat. Rashan had never needed to use it himself. He was slightly embarrassed using it now, but there was nothing he could do about it.

With that small but necessary task out of the way, Rashan started to settle down on the bed. He immediately jumped back up as another task came to him. He was going to need food and water but all he had in his room was a few bottles of water and some pretzels. That wouldn't get him through the next several days. Damnit. He had no experience with this.

Ah, book covers. I love them. So shiny and pretty. For the Alpha Omega Force series, I got it into my head that I could make my own covers. I thought I wanted something with a simply starry background and one or both of the major characters. Piece of cake, right?

I created a cover and showed it to my friends Sam and Ed. They took one look, and gave me the old, "Oh, honey, no." I was shocked! How could I, someone with zero graphic art training have created an ugly cover? (tongue is firmly in cheek here) With my hopes of becoming the next great cover artist dashed, I went looking for help.

Since I'm new to writing sci-fi romance, I reached out to other authors for advice on genre appropriate covers. Then I polled my amazing readers, who told me what colors and type of backgrounds they liked. Finally, I went to my cover artist Melody Simmons of BookCoversCre8tive and she gave me this...

Gorgeous, isn't it? Alpha's Desire releases January 22, 2019. You can add it now on Goodreads. Pre-Order links are live for Apple, Barnes & Noble and Kobo. Amazon and Google links will be available on release day.
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Regular Price: $4.99

An Alpha Determined to Win His Chosen Mate
Star Officer Tony Alvarez protects his galaxy along with the rest of the 29th Star Squadron. But deep space can be lonely, and Tony longs to share his love and passion with a mate. Many omegas would jump at the chance to bond with the virile alpha. But Tony desires only one, his best friend, and the one man he can’t have.
 
An Omega Newly Awakened to Passion
When it comes to mating, Star Officer Rashan Grove doesn’t trust alphas. He’s repressed his omega nature for years, choosing instead to focus on his career as an elite fighter pilot. Now that he’s experiencing his first heat in a decade, he turns to the alpha who has always been by his side for help.
 
With a gentle touch and passionate embrace, Tony guides Rashan through nights of passion hotter than an exploding star. Unfortunately, when the heat clears, Rashan retreats behind a wall built from lifelong fears. How will Tony convince Rashan to embrace the bond between them before their shot at love is lost to the stars?
 
Alpha’s Desire is a steamy non-shifter/non-MPreg omegaverse romance set in the distant future. It has mechs, hot sex, and space battles. If you love space opera, anime, and romance you'll want to give this series a try!
 
Tags: Sci-Fi, Space Opera, Omegaverse, Non M-Preg, Friends to Lovers, Pining Hero, Battle Couple, Multicultural
Heat Level: High/Explicit

Lookit what else I have! I wanted character art of my guys in their flight suits, so I reached out to Andy, one of my favorite Voltron fan artists. They hooked me up with amazing drawn art of Tony and Rashan. Artists are the coolest. You can find more of Andy's work and commission info on their website: mondaijo.carrd.co

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Hello and Happy New Year! Today I'm sharing the first chapter for my upcoming release, Alpha's Desire - Book 1 in the Alpha Omega Force series. This chapter was written to the Top Gun Anthem by Harold Faltermeyer. Yes, Top Gun is one of the inspirations for the story. No, I'm not even a little ashamed of that. I hope you enjoy reading!

Space stretched so far into the distance mathematicians had gone insane trying to calculate the vastness, while philosophers spent their lives theorizing over the meaning of its infinite reach. Rashan did neither. As he flew his jet, he scanned for signs of movement, splitting his attention between the radar and looking directly out the window in front of him. There was nothing there. Nothing but deep, inky black and the glow of distant stars.
He spoke quietly, the microphone in his helmet transmitting his voice to the rest of his squad over the communication link. "I think this is going to be a peaceful and uneventful patrol." His squad mate's response exploded in his ear as soon as he finished.

"Boring!"

Rashan grinned at Waylan's vocal disappointment. It was expected, as was the response that followed.

"Any day that we don't have to directly engage with pirates or the Varnos is a good day," Lieutenant Sasha Jemison calmly said.

Rashan understood her viewpoint. No matter how good they were as fighter pilots, battles were dangerous, and they risked their lives in each one. Still, he too was a little disappointed they'd be returning to the ship without seeing anything but space dust.

However, a blip suddenly appeared on Rashan's radar. Followed by another. Then two more. "Guys. We've got company."

"Looks like you jinxed us, Rashan," Tony said.

Already getting into the mindset for a fire fight, Rashan grinned and answered his best friend without much remorse. "Sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry!" Waylan cut in. "I need some action."

"You're such a cowboy," Rashan said with a snort. He teased his friend, but secretly he was glad the Varnos had shown up.

"Stay on me and wait to see what they do. They might stay far enough outside the transport lane to avoid violating the Guion Accords, and pass by us."

Following his lieutenant's instructions, Rashan banked around slightly, staying on Sasha's left as they flew to meet the approaching space crafts. It was unlikely they were friendlies. Space travel was heavily regulated in this section of the Guion Galaxy, and they would have been informed of any expected traffic in this section before the start of their patrol. Which meant it was either pirates or unsanctioned rebels from the Varnos Federation. They'd find out soon who they were dealing with. Once they were in range for a hailing frequency, the lieutenant got on the line.

"Attention! You are approaching a restricted travel lane, protected by the Zareen Earth Alliance Force. Identify yourself for travel approval or change course immediately. Action will be taken if you do not comply."

Flying at a steady pace, his hands light on the controls, Rashan waited for the response to Sasha's order. When it came, it was in a heavily accented voice filled with loathing.

"Shut up, earthling scum."

"Well, that answers that," Rashan offered dryly.

"Yes, it does," Sasha agreed. "Engage but remember, we are not the aggressors. If they attempt to retreat, let them."

"You got it, boss." Rashan pushed up on the accelerator and his jet shot forward, streaking toward the line of small black ships. His radar signaled a shot coming at him a few seconds before he saw it himself. Yanking the controls, he tilted his craft onto the left wing. He avoided the hit but it shot so close underneath him his jet shuddered from the blowback.

Quickly righting himself, Rashan locked onto his target, firing rapid blasts from the gun ports mounted on the front of his wings. His shots connected, and a second later a plume of smoke rose up, stark white against the black of space. The Varnos jet spun and wobbled before steadying itself enough to limp behind its fellow rebels. After that, they all retreated.

Rashan shook his head in disgust as he watched the blips on the radar move farther and farther away before blinking out. "That was pointless."

Waylan laughed. "At least we won."

"So easily I don't even know why they bothered," Tony said in annoyance.

"We'll patrol for another twenty to make sure they've really gone before we return to the ship."

"Roger that," Rashan said with a nod.

For the rest of the patrol, it remained quiet, with no sightings other than a registered cargo ship. So precisely twenty minutes later, they turned to head for home, the Galaxy Ship Marion 3. The ship was massive, as long as three football fields and several levels high. Despite its size, its design was sleek and elegant. The wings flared from its sides in smooth curves while the red-tipped tail rose in a perfect slope. Once they were in sight of their home base, Sasha got back on the comm link.

"Lieutenant Jemison to Flight Command. 29th Star Squadron returning to base. Requesting entrance for four space craft."

"Welcome Back 29th. Permission granted to enter the Marion in gates three and four."

Two of the ship's rear doors for small craft slowly opened, and blinking laser runways guided them in.
Rashan throttled back and flew forward slowly, taking entrance three on the left. Even at his decelerated speed, he was still flying too fast to stop on his own. The arresting wire caught his tail hook, pulling him to a complete stop on the lift before he shot back out into space on the other side.

Rashan started shutting down the weapons system as the lift rose, taking him up to the flight deck. The lift stopped, locking into place with a metallic bang. He rolled forward slowly, driving along the lit path until he reached his assigned bay. After completing his post-flight check, he popped the canopy open and activated the exit ladder.

Once he hit the ground, he gave the gleaming blue jet a small salute. "Thanks for keeping me safe, babe." He pulled off his helmet and waited for Tony, who was exiting his jet in the bay next to him. Tony took his helmet off as he walked over, revealing short, wavy black hair, smooth brown skin, and a close-cropped beard. He flashed a grin at Rashan, his dark eyes lit with amusement.

"You've been flying for two years and you're still talking to your mech?"

Hello! Since it's National Kissing Day, I thought I'd share Sam and Ryan's first kiss. It might not be the most tender, but trust Sam to give Ryan what he needs.

“Have you been happy holding on to your control when you’re being dominated?”

Ryan shook his head again. He glanced down for a moment. “Actually, I’ve been miserable,” he said as he looked back up. Sam’s expression softened with sympathy as he came towards him.

“Baby, it’s time you stopped being miserable.” Sam cupped Ryan’s cheek, his thumb gently stroking his jaw. “Tonight, you’ll kneel at my feet and start learning what it feels like to truly submit.”

Ryan looked up at Sam with his eyes wide. “Okay,” he whispered. A flush crawled up his neck and he dropped his eyes to look at the buttons on Sam’s red and blue plaid shirt, unable to believe that soft whisper had come from him. He never talked like that. He-. His thoughts were cut off when Sam brushed that thumb over his lips.

“Stop thinking so hard. Come with me.”

Ryan set his glass down and followed Sam out of the kitchen. They went into the living room and Ryan looked around, expecting to see something set up for a scene. There was nothing. Just the same furniture and TV he’d seen the other time he’d been in the room. Sam was at his back, so he turned to look at him, confusion on his face.

“Looking for the toys?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t need them.” Sam slid a hand into his hair, gripping it tight and tugging his head back. “You’ll kneel for me without me having to tell you to. And when you do, you’ll feel so much better. Trust me.”

His heart pounding, Ryan stared up at the man telling him that he would make things better for him. Maybe it was crazy, but he trusted him. So he was ready by the time Sam’s lips crashed onto his. The kiss was deep and rough, and Ryan knew without a doubt that this dominant man was in control. Their tongues slid together, and Sam bit his lip, and it was so hot and intense that Ryan’s breath raced, desperate to feel Sam’s hands on him. But Sam didn’t touch him anywhere except the tight grip he still had in his hair. It was driving Ryan crazy. He needed to feel Sam against him.

He arched forward, brushing their chests together. Sam didn’t stop him so Ryan grew bolder, putting his hands on Sam’s lean hips and pulling him close. And that’s when the kisses stopped. Sam looked at him, his normally easy-going expression hard, the grip he had on his hair tightening.

“Who is in control, Ryan?”

Ryan blinked up at Sam, the rest of him frozen in the face of that forceful stare. “You are.”

“That’s right. And did I give you permission to touch me or to move me where you wanted?”

“No, Sir.”

“Then drop your hands, right now.”

Ryan dropped his hands back to his sides. Sam stared at him for a long moment until Ryan lowered his eyes as well. Only then did Sam loosen the hold he had on his hair and tug his face back up for more kisses. They were just as intense as before, but Ryan didn’t make the mistake again of trying to pull Sam closer. His fingers twitched and his body felt as though it were vibrating he wanted to feel Sam against him so bad. But he managed to resist.

Sam finally ended the kiss and pulled back to look at him. He rubbed a thumb over Ryan’s mouth and without even thinking, Ryan kissed it. Sam gave him a slow smile.

“That’s better,” he said.

Ryan’s chest warmed at the praise as Sam stepped around behind him. His hands went to Ryan’s waist and began pulling his shirt from where it was tucked into his waistband. He kept pulling and Ryan took the silent direction, raising his arms over his head so that Sam could remove the shirt. Once it was off, Sam tossed it on the couch, where it landed in a heap. Ordinarily, Ryan would have gone over and folded the shirt neatly. But he was distracted and forgot all about the shirt when Sam’s hands went to his waistband and began opening his pants.

“Take your shoes off,” Sam said.

Ryan followed the order, then stood there, his breathing quick and shallow as Sam slowly pushed his pants down his hips. Sam walked back around to face him, trailing a finger along the edge of his briefs as he went.

“Do you always match your underwear to your clothes?” 

Ryan’s face heated, partially with arousal, partially from embarrassment. His briefs were gray to match the short sleeved gray button down he'd been wearing. “No, not always. Just some of the time.” Sam arched an eyebrow, like he didn’t quite believe him.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Sometimes.”

Sam took a step forward, pressing their chests together. But he kept going, walking Ryan backward until his back was up against the wall.

“Let me see if I can guess the times you do.”

Ryan’s breath hitched as the hand at the waistband of his briefs crept downwards until it cupped his shaft.

“You match them when you’re coming to see me.”

“Yeah.” Ryan sucked in a breath as Sam started stroking him through the soft cotton.

“You match them when you’re in uniform.”

“Yeah.”

Sam smiled. “And do you have light blue or dark blue?” he asked.

Ryan blushed again. “Both.”

Sam leaned in and kissed him. “You match them anytime you’re going somewhere nice or important.”

“Yeah.” Sam leaned in again until their lips were touching. He didn’t kiss him, just let their lips brush together as he spoke.

“Ryan?”

“Yeah?” Ryan was barely able to get the word out. His entire focus was on the calloused hand that slipped into his underwear to grasp his bare cock. Sam pumped him slowly as he asked his next question.

“Would it be safe to say that you match your briefs to your clothes nearly all the time?” 

“I…I guess so,” he managed to get out between gasping breaths. Sam laughed softly before kissing him again. He took his hand away from his cock, but before the whimper of protest in Ryan’s throat could be voiced, he’d pressed their groins close, working his hips so that their cocks rubbed together. Ryan gasped again as Sam grasped his wrists, pulling them over his head and holding them against the wall.

“I like that you’re so precise that you match your underwear to your clothes,” he said as he brushed kisses over the sensitive skin of his neck. “I like that you’re sort of embarrassed to admit it.”

Ryan shuddered as Sam sucked a small bite over his pulse point.

“I like that you’re so neat you wanted to fold that shirt when I threw it, but you were so turned on that you let it go and forgot about it.” Sam pulled back to look at him. “I like you.” 

Sam moved to grip Ryan’s wrists with one hand, the other slowly moving back down his body to push his briefs over his hips and down his legs.

“And because I like you, I’ll be your teacher.”

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I think Sam is going to be a very good teacher for Ryan. ;-) You can check out the rest of their story in The Detective's Pleasure, on sale this weekend at Amazon for .99. Enjoy National Kissing Day!

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Hello and happy National Donut Day. I didn't know that was a thing until this morning. But since I'm now aware, I thought I'd share with you a scene from Bad Boys Need Love Too, where Joseph and Gage enjoy donuts together. It's NSFW, so you probably don't want to read it on your computer at work. Enjoy!

Sunday morning, Joseph woke to sunlight warming his face. He was lying on his front, his head turned towards the window. Gage lay next to him, on his front as well, his arm a heavy weight draped over Joseph’s back. He was tempted to lay there and fall back asleep to the sound of Gage’s soft snores, but his stomach was growling.

He turned over, dislodging Gage’s arm. When he was free, he sat up. His movements woke Gage, who groaned and tried to pull him back down.

“Why are you awake? It's Sunday. Go back to sleep.”

Joseph laughed. “You are definitely not a morning person.”

Gage opened one eye to look at him. “After two weeks of sleeping together, you're just now figuring that out?”

Joseph smiled. He and Gage had indeed been back together for two weeks now. They'd spent nearly every night together, splitting their time between each other's homes. This morning they were in Gage’s large bedroom. And as usual Gage was reluctant to be dragged out of sleep.

“I'm hungry.”

Gage raised his hand to rub across his stomach. “You're always hungry. Where do you put it all?”

Joseph got out of the bed. “Shut up. I want donuts.” He bent over to grab his jeans from the floor. Gage whistled.

“Oh yeah, that's where you put it all.”

Joseph turned back around to see Gage grinning at him wickedly. He arched a brow. “You complaining?”

Gage shook his head. “Hell no.”

Joseph continued getting dressed and pulled his hair back into a sloppy ponytail. “I didn't think so.” Then he cursed. “Shit, I forgot you drove me over here last night. Any chance I can convince you to get out of bed and take me to get some donuts?”

Gage stretched and pulled the covers up his bare chest. “I'm not getting up. Take the Indian.”

Joseph’s eyes popped wide. “Are you serious?”

Gage shrugged. “Yeah. I trust you. Keys are on the rack next to the garage door in the kitchen.”

Joseph grinned with excitement and started out of the room. Gage called him back.
“Hey. There's a helmet for you on the shelf out there.”

Joseph looked at Gage in surprise. “Thank you.” Gage waved him off and he went bounding down the stairs.

Down in the garage Joseph saw Gage’s three motorcycles. But he ignored two of them and went for the Indian Chief Dark Horse. He couldn't believe Gage had said he could ride his motorcycle. Joseph ran a palm over the muted colors of the headdress logo. The rest of the bike was a rich black. It looked strong and solid as it sat there, a perfect match to its owner.

Joseph swung his leg over and mounted the bike. He'd found the key and a shiny black retro-looking helmet just where Gage had said they'd be. The helmet was obviously new and fit his head perfectly. He started the bike and it came roaring to life. Wheeling it over to the garage door, he hit the button to open it, drove through, and put in the code to close it again. Joseph didn't even try to hold back his grin as the big bike rumbled beneath him. He just revved it up and drove off.

****

Gage looked towards the door as he heard Joseph coming up the stairs. He breezed into the room, bringing the scent of fresh air, motorcycle exhaust and sugar in with him. Joseph jumped on the bed, straddling his waist.

“I love that bike. The ride is so smooth and easy. And it just rumbles, deep and throaty. The power in it was awesome as I was cruising along. And the bike is just cool, especially all dressed in black like that. I swore I could hear Foghat's Slow Ride playing somewhere in the atmosphere.”

“I would say you've never had anything that powerful between your thighs, but you've had me,” Gage teased. He liked that Joseph enjoyed his bike so much.

Joseph rolled his eyes and dug into the white paper bag for a donut. He bit into the pastry and moaned. “Chocolate icing.” He licked his lips. “Yummy.”

Gage folded his arms behind his head and watched Joseph, still on top of him, eating that donut.

“Are you going to offer me any?” he asked when there was only one bite left.

Joseph looked at the piece of donut in his hand and then down at him. “Nope. You should have gotten up and come with me.” Then he popped it in his mouth.

Gage smacked him on the ass, making him jump. “If I'd gone with you, you wouldn't have gotten to ride my bike.”

Joseph grinned as he pulled out another donut, this one glazed. “Oh yeah. Forgot about that.” He held the sugary treat up to his mouth for Gage to take a bite.

They shared the next two donuts, Gage laying there and letting Joseph feed him. When the last crumb was gone, Gage reached for his hand. Pulling it up to his mouth, he slowly licked the sugared icing from his fingers. Joseph watched him with those gorgeous green eyes so he made a show of it, darting his tongue out in teasing little laps.

His eyes slid shut as Gage sucked a finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before he bit down on the fleshy pad. Joseph made a soft little sound of surprise, his hips jerking in his lap. Gage smoothed a palm up Joseph’s denim clad thigh, feeling the warm skin and hard muscle beneath the material. He curved his hand around to cup Joseph’s ass, Joseph subtly grinding against him as he did. He called his lover's name.
“Joseph.”

When he opened his eyes and looked down at him, Gage told him what he wanted him to do.

“Take your shirt off.”

Joseph obeyed him, pulling his t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. Gage traced his fingers over his well-defined abs, smoothing his palms up to the pads of muscle on his chest. Gage smiled to himself. He might hate that fancy gym Joseph went to, but he loved what it did for his body.

Gage wrapped a hand around the back of Joseph’s neck, tugging him down until their lips met. They kissed, their tongues slowly and softly playing together. Gage stroked Joseph’s ponytail, winding the curls around his fingers as he lightly sucked at his bottom lip. He pulled the band free from his lover’s hair and the silky strands fell in a dark curtain around them.

The kiss went on, sunlight filtering through the cloak of Joseph’s hair, Joseph sighing into his mouth. Gage pulled back and looked up into his lover's eyes. His pretty, gold and green eyes. He would be careful with Joseph, and never hurt him. He promised himself that. Gage stroked his thumb over Joseph’s mouth.

“I didn't think you could taste any sweeter.”

Joseph smiled. “Now are you glad I woke you up for donuts?”

Gage made a noise that was a non-answer and pushed Joseph up until he was sitting upright again. Looking down, he saw Joseph’s erection pressing against the front of his jeans. He rubbed his palm there, feeling how hard he was. Joseph bit his lip, his hips moving forward slightly. Gage watched him as he slowly popped the button loose and pulled the zipper down.

Joseph hadn't put his underwear back on before he’d gotten dressed to leave, so his bare cock peeked out from his opened jeans. Gage teased his hard shaft with one finger. Joseph pushed his hips forward more insistently this time, forcing his cock to come out of his jeans a little more.

Gage pushed Joseph up off his lap and pulled his jeans down hard to get the tight fitting material just low enough to bare his ass. He was naked, so all he had to do was shove the sheet covering him out of the way. Gage reached over to the nightstand for the bottle of lube. He covered himself in the liquid, then worked a slick finger up into Joseph to get him ready. Joseph was squirming in his lap, constricted by the jeans around the tops of his thighs.

“Gage. I can't move like this.”

Gage grabbed Joseph by his narrow hips and started easing him down his shaft. “That's what you get for wearing these tight ass jeans.”

“You like them.”

“I like the way your ass looks in 'em.”

Joseph closed his eyes and exhaled hard as Gage brought him firmly down onto his cock. “Same thing.”

Gage laughed and smoothed his hands up Joseph’s back. He was all the way inside his lover, but he didn't start moving yet. He picked the bottle of lube up and taking Joseph’s hand, squeezed some into his palm. Joseph immediately grasped his shaft and started stroking himself. Gage watched while he kept a grip on Joseph’s hips with both hands, pushing him up then slamming him back down onto his cock, thrusting his own hips up to meet him each time. Joseph couldn't move restrained by his jeans the way he was, but Gage was still enjoying feeling him clench around his shaft.

Joseph's eyes were closed, his head thrown back. A particularly long moan came from him when he squeezed his cock hard. Gage stopped moving. Joseph was still moaning and stroking himself when Gage pushed him off and tossed him to the side. He landed facing away from him.

Joseph looked over his shoulder. “Hey! What was that?”

Gage smirked. “You weren't paying enough attention to me.”

Joseph’s eyes narrowed. “You're the one started this with my pants on me so that I could hardly move.”

“That's no excuse. Show me you like what I'm doing to you. Not what you're doing to yourself.”

“You're kidding me, right? You're jealous of my hand?” he asked, disbelieving laughter in his voice.

Gage grinned. “Yep.” He yanked Joseph close against him until they were pressed together, his front to Joseph’s back. Now he pushed Joseph’s pants all the way down, Joseph toeing off his shoes so he could take them completely off. “If your hand is making you feel that good, what do you need me and my dick for?”

Joseph laughed. “You know I want it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grabbed Joseph’s hands, holding them up over his head, and pushed back inside him. Before he even started moving Joseph let out the loudest moan he'd ever heard.

“Ooooh, Gage! That's the stuff right there!”

Gage buried his face in the crook of Joseph’s neck, laughing into his hair. He pulled his hips back and slid back into him slowly. Joseph kept up with his obviously fake moans.
“Yeah, baby! I was so wrong to want my hand on my dick. Bad hand! Bad me!”

Gage was nearly howling with laughter now. He'd never laughed like this during sex. “You obnoxious little fucker.”

Joseph looked back over his shoulder. “I believe you're the one doing all the fucking.”

“That's right,” he said with a grin. He kissed Joseph, pushing his tongue into his mouth. He thrust into his ass hard and Joseph cursed for real that time.

“Fuck.”

Gage’s laughter was smug now as he fucked Joseph, listening to his moans change from ultra-fake to genuinely passionate. He glided into him again and again, still holding Joseph’s arms up over his head. He pressed their mouths back together, sucking and biting at his soft tongue and pouty bottom lip.

Joseph was breathing hard, writhing against him. He twisted his body, throwing his leg over Gage’s. Gage pushed his thigh between Joseph’s legs, lightly pressing it up against his balls. They were hot and swollen against his skin and Joseph groaned into his mouth as he rubbed his thigh back and forth against them.

Gage finally released his grip on Joseph’s wrists, bringing his hand down so that together they grasped his cock. They both stroked him, Joseph’s hand on top, his on the bottom, their fingers knocking together as they pumped.

“I'm about to come,” Joseph breathed out.

“Of course you are, now that you're touching yourself.”

Joseph half laughed – half groaned. Gage doubled the force of his thrusts, fucking him hard and fast, his hips slapping against Joseph’s ass. His spine was tingling, his balls as tight as Joseph’s felt against his leg.

“If you make me come first I'll let you ride the Indian again.”

He'd barely finished speaking when Joseph started pushing his ass back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. He laughed at that quick response, but it quickly changed to a groan as Joseph pressed his ass tight against him, grinding and clenching hard on his cock. He could have held on a little longer, but he didn't.

Gage let go, relishing the feel of his orgasm tingling and racing up his shaft until he released deep into his lover. His cock was still throbbing with delicious aftershocks, but he gave his attention to Joseph, jerking him off swiftly, making him moan and come in a hot rush over their hands.

Joseph took a deep breath and let it out in a loud sigh. “Donuts, riding that bike, and sex with you. Three great ways to start the day.”

Gage lightly ran his fingers over Joseph’s hip, making him shiver. “Which was your favorite part?”

Joseph was quiet for a moment before he answered. “I'm gonna have to go with riding the Indian.”

Gage laughed and smacked him on the ass.

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I hope you enjoyed that! This little bit remains one of my favorite sexy scenes because they are so gosh darn relaxed, happy and cute. If you'd like to read more of Gage & Joseph's story, you can check out them out in Bad Boys Need Love Too.

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Christa
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