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Today we have a snippet from Shadow and Light, Arizona Raptors #3, written with RJ Scott.
Our word prompt this week is “Grapes” and in this excerpt we see a part of the first meeting between Henry and Apollo.
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!
“I know you are. That was my bad. How could anyone not like a beautiful queer like me bouncing into their home?!” I threw my hands into the air. His eyes went round. Maybe I needed to tone down my fabulousness a little, it seemed to stun him. “Anyway, we’re on new ground now. So, tell me, what would you like for dinner? I’m used to cooking for an athlete, so your meals will be high protein, lots of lean meats and veggies, dairy, carbs, fruits. Do you like grapes and pineapple, things like that?”
“Uhm, chicken. I like chicken. And cottage cheese.”
“So do I,” I replied, leaning back to let the rays shine on my face. “God, it is beautiful out here. I feel better already.”
“Are you sick?”
I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. As soon as I saw him, he looked away. Why, I wondered? Maybe someday he’d not glance down when our eyes met.
“I’ve been down lately. I suffer from SAD, which is a seasonal disorder. Short days, lack of sun, cold weather, it all makes me very frumpy. I also had a bad relationship last summer, and I’m still not over it. That bad romance has made my winter blues worse.” I sighed with passion, kicking my foot up and down, his gaze darting to my bouncy little foot. “He used me, told me lies, said he loved me but then he went out and fucked other guys behind my back.” I had to shake off the memory of heading to Buffalo for a surprise birthday weekend to find him in bed with some slutty twink, my boyfriend’s pasty white ass pistoning away as he plowed that skanky, skinny bitch of a waiter. “I mean, I flew up there to celebrate his fucking birthday. Thank the Virgin I didn’t end up with some STD as they were going at it bareback.” I shuddered, my foot moving with more speed the angrier I got. “I’d been monogamous as hell while we were together. I loved that shitty assface.”
“I’m sorry. My ex-boyfriend nearly killed me.” His voice drifted off as did his attention. “I loved his shitty assface too.”
“Well aren’t we a couple of big, fat failures in love?” Henry nodded. “Maybe this house will help heal us both. Let’s try looking at the future through rose-colored glasses. We’re entitled, right?”
“Sure, if you say so.”
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