It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from my current WIP, Playing the Man, an MM hockey romance.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
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!
“They have ice at the bar,” Rudy said then skipped off.
“Let me get you something to eat and drink,” Henri said then, he too, skipped off. And there I sat, a bearded bump glued to a log, sitting beside the best looking man in Watkins Glen.
“So, how was your therapy session?” Key asked then lifted his glass of pink fizzy liquid to take a sip. My sight lingered on his long neck and how it worked when he swallowed. I wanted to lick a wide stripe from his collar bone to his ear to taste him. I was sure he was delicious. He smelled of green tea and mint which would now be my favorite tea blend. Bet he tasted just as good as he smelled. Someone slid in beside me, a round man with no hair but sporting a walrus mustache who was vaguely familiar. He grabbed my hand, pumped it, thanked me for helping to sell so many raffle tickets for the children’s ward at the Corning hospital. Ah right, that was where I had seen him before.
Walrus Man moved on. Key gave me a puckish sort of smile. “You’re in demand.”
“Nah, not really.”
He leaned in, just close enough that his forearm rested beside mine on the island top. Sparks danced over my skin. The boner that I’d been strangling into submission decided it wasn’t giving up the ghost quite yet.
“So humble. That’s one thing about hockey players. They seem to lack the egos of other professional athletes. It’s refreshing.”
“Thanks.” I wanted to move my arm so I could focus but his skin was so warm that I left my arm resting next to his. “So, you’re here.”
“That I am,” he replied with a wink. “And so are you. What are the odds that we’d end up running into each other two days in a row? You believe in kismet?”
My tongue was unable to form words so I just bobbed my head. My gaze, however, was on my brother and a certain vineyard owner as they whispered to each other at the bar. It was then that I suspected that kismet might be getting helped along by Rudy and Henri.
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Great scene. Looks like someone might be playing cupid alright.
A secret fix-up!! I love it!! How adorable! I love the way you write the guy’s first attraction to someone new. You have a special way of weaving it to be both sexy and sweet at the same time. Great snippet.
It’s always a relief when a vaguely familiar person supplies the needed memory connection, e.g. Walrus man. Exhilarating sensual scene!
Nicely done on the use of the prompt! and I agree with Flossie. It’s always good when someone gives that memory nudge.
Love the physical descriptions of what he is feeling as they talk. I can smell and feel what they are. Great job!