wasn’t the most comfortable feeling, but it felt intrinsically right, and that was all Julien needed to know.
He hooked his legs together behind Verne’s back, pecked him on the lips, and breathed, “Move.” Verne had made a good Marine for many reasons, one being he followed orders to the letter; this was the first time Julien had experienced the wonders of that character trait.
This felt different, all of it, and not only because he was the one being fucked right now. He winced at the crude thought, because it was so wrong. Fucking was for one night stands and closets on campus. This, as sappy as it sounded, was lovemaking.
That was the last coherent thought he had before pleasure ripped through him and he came all over their chests and stomachs. Heat flooded his ass and it was better than he’d ever imagined it could be between them. The emptiness Verne left behind when he withdrew was unusual, but the mattress shifting as he left the bed was terrifying.
What had he done wrong? Why was Verne leaving? He hadn’t said anything bad, had he? Wait. He hadn’t said anything other than Verne’s name. Shit. Was this that post-coital regret, freak-out thing he’d heard someone mention years ago? Did Verne regret—?
“Stop thinking so much, Jules,” Verne mumbled against his neck as he rejoined him on the bed and began mopping up their mess with a damp washcloth.
Oh. Clean up. Right.
He blushed and turned his head to the side, ashamed of himself. Over-thinking had cost him Verne the first time around. If he didn’t break the habit, who knew where it would lead this time? He didn’t think Nana would help him if he fucked it all up again. Not even she had that much patience.
“Stay with me,” he whispered, allowing all possible meanings to spill from his lips and echo through the room.
“Of course I will.” The washcloth fell to the floor. “Budge over, Jules.”
Julien complied and sighed in relief when Verne pulled him back against his chest and encircled him in muscular arms. He yawned and snuggled closer, unafraid of Morpheus now. He knew when he woke up in the morning—or later tonight, as the case may be, they were in their early twenties—that this would be real.
They were still Jules and Verne.
Have you been Naughty or Nice?
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K.R. F OSTER has wanted to be a published author since the age of twelve. That goal was brought into focus when she became the features editor of her school paper and graduated at the top of her class. K.R. enjoys every part of the writing process and edits stories for other writers frequently. She lives in the Northwestern United States with her sister, staying indoors so much that her room’s often referred to as a “cave.” K.R. is very open-minded and engages in debate and deep conversation whenever possible.
You can contact her at [email protected].
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Copyright
Thyme ©Copyright K.R. Foster, 2010
Published by
Dreamspinner Press
4760 Preston Road
Suite 244-149
Frisco, TX 75034
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover Art by Paul Richmond http://www.paulrichmondstudio.com
Cover Design by Mara McKennen
This book is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction, fines, and/or imprisonment. This eBook cannot be legally loaned or given to others. No part of this eBook can be shared or reproduced without the express permission of the
He hooked his legs together behind Verne’s back, pecked him on the lips, and breathed, “Move.” Verne had made a good Marine for many reasons, one being he followed orders to the letter; this was the first time Julien had experienced the wonders of that character trait.
This felt different, all of it, and not only because he was the one being fucked right now. He winced at the crude thought, because it was so wrong. Fucking was for one night stands and closets on campus. This, as sappy as it sounded, was lovemaking.
That was the last coherent thought he had before pleasure ripped through him and he came all over their chests and stomachs. Heat flooded his ass and it was better than he’d ever imagined it could be between them. The emptiness Verne left behind when he withdrew was unusual, but the mattress shifting as he left the bed was terrifying.
What had he done wrong? Why was Verne leaving? He hadn’t said anything bad, had he? Wait. He hadn’t said anything other than Verne’s name. Shit. Was this that post-coital regret, freak-out thing he’d heard someone mention years ago? Did Verne regret—?
“Stop thinking so much, Jules,” Verne mumbled against his neck as he rejoined him on the bed and began mopping up their mess with a damp washcloth.
Oh. Clean up. Right.
He blushed and turned his head to the side, ashamed of himself. Over-thinking had cost him Verne the first time around. If he didn’t break the habit, who knew where it would lead this time? He didn’t think Nana would help him if he fucked it all up again. Not even she had that much patience.
“Stay with me,” he whispered, allowing all possible meanings to spill from his lips and echo through the room.
“Of course I will.” The washcloth fell to the floor. “Budge over, Jules.”
Julien complied and sighed in relief when Verne pulled him back against his chest and encircled him in muscular arms. He yawned and snuggled closer, unafraid of Morpheus now. He knew when he woke up in the morning—or later tonight, as the case may be, they were in their early twenties—that this would be real.
They were still Jules and Verne.
Have you been Naughty or Nice?
Get the whole package of holiday stories at
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com
About the Author
K.R. F OSTER has wanted to be a published author since the age of twelve. That goal was brought into focus when she became the features editor of her school paper and graduated at the top of her class. K.R. enjoys every part of the writing process and edits stories for other writers frequently. She lives in the Northwestern United States with her sister, staying indoors so much that her room’s often referred to as a “cave.” K.R. is very open-minded and engages in debate and deep conversation whenever possible.
You can contact her at [email protected].
More Daily Dose and Advent Calendar packages
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com
Copyright
Thyme ©Copyright K.R. Foster, 2010
Published by
Dreamspinner Press
4760 Preston Road
Suite 244-149
Frisco, TX 75034
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover Art by Paul Richmond http://www.paulrichmondstudio.com
Cover Design by Mara McKennen
This book is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction, fines, and/or imprisonment. This eBook cannot be legally loaned or given to others. No part of this eBook can be shared or reproduced without the express permission of the
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