| Author: | Trinity Lee | ISBN: | 9781465703071 |
| Publisher: | Trinity Lee | Publication: | February 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Trinity Lee |
| ISBN: | 9781465703071 |
| Publisher: | Trinity Lee |
| Publication: | February 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Singer Johnny and bass player Shay are still trying to come to terms with the intensity of their new relationship. In denial, Shay rejects Johnny by kissing a girl he's met backstage, and Johnny storms out. When he finds Johnny on the beach later that night, their massive fight leads to the hottest make-up sex ever - and a decision that will change both their lives.
Advisory: This short story (3500 words) contains graphic descriptions of oral and anal sex between two insanely attractive rock stars and is unsuitable for under-18s.
Extract
Johnny dived forward, hitting the water chest-first and gasping, and Shay desperately hurled himself on him, grabbing him around the thighs, pulling him back.
Shay went under, nose and mouth full of salty water, hair stuck to his back, and stood up furious, his eyes blazing.
"Ya trying to kill the both of us?"
Johnny's dark eyes flashed with hurt.
"What the fuck do you care, anyway?"
"Why do you think I'm here, dickhead?"
They faced off, mirror images of each other in the silver moonlight, Johnny's long, tangled blond hair like a negative of Shay's.
Johnny took a wild swing at Shay, who lunged at him, pinning his arms to his sides, and they both lost their balance and disappeared under the shallow water again, grappling with each other, wrestling for the upper hand.
Shay was furious now. He was angry with Johnny, and angry with himself for responding to him in the way he always did. He'd planned to spend the night with Livia, lose himself in her, and punish Johnny for turning him into something he didn't want to be.
But just the touch of Johnny's skin against his, the feel of those taut muscles under his hands, was enough to make him hard, make him want to grab Johnny and fuck him senseless. He wanted Johnny more than he had ever wanted anyone, before or since, and he hated him for it.
He yanked Johnny by the arm, catching him off balance and twisted him round, dragging him into the shallower water, pushing him on his back on the wet sand as the waves lapped around them.
He dived on top of him, pinning him down.
"How do you fuckin' do this?" he asked. "How can you make me feel like this?"
Johnny glared at him.
"You should have thought of that before you started making out with..."
Shay slapped him hard across the face before he could say anything about Livia. It wasn't her fault. He felt bad enough already about the way he'd treated her in front of everyone. She'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Let me go." Johnny was breathing heavily now, trying to break Shay's grip on his wrist. They were evenly matched for strength, and he knew he'd get the upper hand eventually, if he could catch Shay off balance.
But Shay wasn't fighting any more. His blue eyes darkening with desire, he slowly rotated his hips against Johnny's, his hard cock pressing into him, bursting through the wet denim of his jeans. He felt Johnny's dick twitch and stir against him, and then Johnny was grappling with him but not fighting this time, pulling his face towards him by his hair and their lips met in a tangle of hot tongues and teeth.
Johnny's face was wet when Shay kissed him tenderly along one of his killer cheekbones. Shay couldn't tell whether it was the ocean or Johnny's tears, and it didn't matter any more.
Singer Johnny and bass player Shay are still trying to come to terms with the intensity of their new relationship. In denial, Shay rejects Johnny by kissing a girl he's met backstage, and Johnny storms out. When he finds Johnny on the beach later that night, their massive fight leads to the hottest make-up sex ever - and a decision that will change both their lives.
Advisory: This short story (3500 words) contains graphic descriptions of oral and anal sex between two insanely attractive rock stars and is unsuitable for under-18s.
Extract
Johnny dived forward, hitting the water chest-first and gasping, and Shay desperately hurled himself on him, grabbing him around the thighs, pulling him back.
Shay went under, nose and mouth full of salty water, hair stuck to his back, and stood up furious, his eyes blazing.
"Ya trying to kill the both of us?"
Johnny's dark eyes flashed with hurt.
"What the fuck do you care, anyway?"
"Why do you think I'm here, dickhead?"
They faced off, mirror images of each other in the silver moonlight, Johnny's long, tangled blond hair like a negative of Shay's.
Johnny took a wild swing at Shay, who lunged at him, pinning his arms to his sides, and they both lost their balance and disappeared under the shallow water again, grappling with each other, wrestling for the upper hand.
Shay was furious now. He was angry with Johnny, and angry with himself for responding to him in the way he always did. He'd planned to spend the night with Livia, lose himself in her, and punish Johnny for turning him into something he didn't want to be.
But just the touch of Johnny's skin against his, the feel of those taut muscles under his hands, was enough to make him hard, make him want to grab Johnny and fuck him senseless. He wanted Johnny more than he had ever wanted anyone, before or since, and he hated him for it.
He yanked Johnny by the arm, catching him off balance and twisted him round, dragging him into the shallower water, pushing him on his back on the wet sand as the waves lapped around them.
He dived on top of him, pinning him down.
"How do you fuckin' do this?" he asked. "How can you make me feel like this?"
Johnny glared at him.
"You should have thought of that before you started making out with..."
Shay slapped him hard across the face before he could say anything about Livia. It wasn't her fault. He felt bad enough already about the way he'd treated her in front of everyone. She'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Let me go." Johnny was breathing heavily now, trying to break Shay's grip on his wrist. They were evenly matched for strength, and he knew he'd get the upper hand eventually, if he could catch Shay off balance.
But Shay wasn't fighting any more. His blue eyes darkening with desire, he slowly rotated his hips against Johnny's, his hard cock pressing into him, bursting through the wet denim of his jeans. He felt Johnny's dick twitch and stir against him, and then Johnny was grappling with him but not fighting this time, pulling his face towards him by his hair and their lips met in a tangle of hot tongues and teeth.
Johnny's face was wet when Shay kissed him tenderly along one of his killer cheekbones. Shay couldn't tell whether it was the ocean or Johnny's tears, and it didn't matter any more.
