It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have a snippet from Rebound, Overtime Trilogy #1, which is an upcoming threesome of books that cover about fifteen years in the Arou-Kalinski men’s lives. In this first book we get Victor’s point-of-view about the ups and downs taking place in his life.
Our word prompt today is “Tax” and it’s a fitting one given the time of year.
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 slowed my pace, dallied with some dog, threw a ball around with some kids, stopped at a corner store to grab a Coke, and then headed home. Our little house looked neat and tidy; the lawn mowed within an inch of its life. Actually, it was a little crispy looking. A dry summer and Vic at the mower helm buzzing the shit down so that it looked like a Marine’s dome had taxed the grass greatly. If I singed the stuff off I’d not have to mow as often. Always thinking, that’s Vic K.
“Hey,” Dan called from the front door as I made my way past his Jeep Cherokee and my shiny black Caddy SUV. “You stop at Mario’s?”
“Yep.” A robin fluttered down from an oak in the front yard. Tipping his head to the side he looked for worms. He’d have to move along because my yard was too scalped and cracked to support worm life.
“He’s not home yet,” Dan said.
“Yeah, I know. The fourteenth.”
“No, the twenty-fourth,” he gently corrected.
“Right, yeah numbers.” I tapped my temple. I walked to him lounging in the doorway. The man looked edible in nothing but green cargo shorts. My tiny package of dynamite. He made me hard just looking at the curve of his lush lips. “Team’s not going to be the same without him. Think he’ll move to Dungheed?”
“Glasgow, they’re in Glasgow,” Dan sniggered. I shrugged. “Maybe? They sound pretty smitten with it and you know how Lila is about her son.”
“Yeah, sons are like that. Special.”
“That they are. So, the milk?”
He stood in front of me, warm winds playing with his flow. Such satiny stuff it was, black as night and soft as a kitten’s belly. Jacking him up against the doorjamb and eating his ass sounded like a fine way to pass this last afternoon/evening together. Sure, I’d done that to him in the kitchen this morning as he’d tried to fry eggs, but two rounds of rimming in one day isn’t a bad thing. And his ass was so fucking tasty…
“The milk?”
“Oh, yeah I gave it to the guy behind me.”
He arched an eyebrow. The dog next door started barking. Some kids shouted. A lawnmower fired to life. Typical sounds of a typical small town. The kind of town that Dan and I had made our home.
“Uh-huh. Did you give it to him or did you give it to him?”
I reached for him and pulled him to me. Tucking him tightly into place, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, his head resting under my chin. Click. Just like fucking Legos, that was how we fit.
Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey
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These two……💕💕💕💕with a smidge if 😜😜thrown in is always welcome.
Great description of a lazy summer day. Love the image of the marine haircut lawn. Well done.
Love the lawn description. I remember how my dad’s lawn burned out every year because he refused to water it and mowed the damn thing right down to the ground. He and Vic would be able to share the secrets of killing a lawn. I love how he talks about Dan. His affection is so there, even if he’s disguising it via sex and his “Vic-Speak”. Love Vic! He’s one of the great characters in fiction today.
Great parting line, and I Iove this one– too scalped and cracked to support worm life.
That was a fantastic description of a summer’s day in a small town. And I love that line about Logos! Great job!