THE BAND PLAYS ON - short story
(1915 words) available now at Forbidden
Fiction
Note that the publisher likes to push boundaries. This is dark, edgy, most
certainly strange and likely distasteful to some. There’s a bit of humor, morbid
moments and no HEA
They’d met two months ago
in
Jonah wasn't into guys,
but Slater was the exception to everything.
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Excerpt
At least the world
was full of women. And yet, incredibly, here he was on his back on Slater’s
shitty sheetless mattress with Slater’s dick up his
ass. Talk about burning holes.
“Remember that
threesome you refused me on at Dante’s party? With uh—shit, what’s her name—fuck
it, it isn’t important. The point is the threesome wasn’t the point. I
had an ulterior motive. Wanted to see your dick, man,” Slater said. “Make sure
you measure up, you know?”
Jonah raised a
brow. “You’re a cock snob? Huh.” He drove his hips up. The burn spread and
smoothed out, something good just beneath it. “Surprised you didn’t just ask if
you wanted a look.”
Slater grunted,
sinking further inside Jonah’s ass. “Knew you’d freak out.
Prudence Everhart couldn’t wrap his head around a threesome, now could he?”
“Bitch. To think I was played,”
Jonah said dryly. “And now you’ve got me. I’ll never be able to turn back once
I’ve had a taste of the beast. Is that the idea?”
Slater dug his feet
into the mattress and shoved his dick in deep in response. He hit just right,
and Jonah groaned, his cock spurting a little precome
onto his stomach.
“Sarcasm is the
sign of a weak intellect or some such bullshit, and if you think you can
shrivel my manhood with mere words you are talking to the wrong cock,” Slater
panted. He brushed his lips over Jonah’s.
Jonah turned
away. “Whoa, cowboy. I did not agree to kiss. That’s
like what, the Final Frontier or something.”
“You didn’t say I
could fuck you either, but—” Slater pointed out, and Jonah finished with him,
“—here we are.”