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Today we have a snippet from Final Shot, Overtime Trilogy #2, my current MM hockey romance projects. Our word prompt today is “Fussy” and in this snippet Dan and Vic have a tender moment at the hospital.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Hey, sleeping beauty.” I knew his voice even in my dreams. I blinked awake, for the fortieth time, in a softly-lit room, rolled my head to the right, and there was Victor. His smile was wobbly. “You look sexy as hell laying here with that tube on your nose and them sultry compression stockings on. Makes me hard as fuck.”
“Asshole,’ I coughed, wiped at my lips, and was thrilled to not see any specks of blood. Yay medical science. “You look like…forty miles…bad road.”
He bowed his head to my bed, pressed his lips to my forearm, and then stayed that way for several long minutes. I reached over my chest to card my fingers into his hair. Thick and short, it snapped with static. He never would use conditioner, the rockhead.
When he sat up, his hazel eyes were damp but his cheeks dry. “I’m not sure which of you two are trying to give me a Reed Richards streak, but you and Jack can both quit any time.” I rubbed a thick clump of fussy silver that had appeared at his temple last year. Fuck he looked good with some gray in his hair and along his jaw. Matched mine.
“Sorry babe,” I croaked, sitting up with his assistance and taking a sip of warm water. “Trust me, this is the last place…I want to be.”
“Ran into your nurse outside. She said they think flying might be the culprit, broke it free from the mass of gross on your calf.” He placed the cup back on the tray table then pushed it back from the bed. “Oh, and she’s kind of cute. I think she wants me.”
“Sure she does,” I replied as my hand fell from his hair to my side.
“Yeah, the ladies can’t resist a man with coffee stains on their shirt and a brain filled with Silly Putty.” He moved from the chair to my bed, his hand taking mine and cradling it. “I don’t need the frequent flier miles this bad, Dan, honest to shit if one more person in my family gets sick I’m packing a fucking bag and moving to Thailand. Get me a pretty rent boy and sell budgies to tourists.”
“No rent boys…pretty as me.”
“Yeah, you got me there.” He lifted my hand to his cheek, eyes closed, and rubbed his whiskery face along my knuckles. “You’re not allowed to get sick on me, okay? We had a deal.”
Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey
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