Controller: Chapter 26

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Chapter 26

Eli woke me up when he answered his phone when it rang at 3AM. “Yes, officer. I can meet you there. It’ll take me about ten minutes to dress and get across to the office.”

He paused for a few moments to listen, then nodded his head. “Yes, sir. We’ll be there as quick as possible.” He ended the call before shaking my shoulder. “The GSA office has been vandalized.”

“What do you mean the office has been vandalized?” I asked still trying to wake up.

Eli frowned at me. “What part don’t you understand? The vandal or the ism? Did you want to know the source of the word? See, there were these Germanic tribes—“

“Fuckhead. If I want any of your lip, I’ll scrape it off my zipper,” I retorted, not sure what was going on or why Eli was joking around.

Eli started trying to find his underwear in the piles of clothes on the floor. I watched for a minute before I asked. “Did you want me to go with you?”

Eli stopped and shot me a fierce scowl. “You can’t possibly be that stupid that you need me to answer.”

I rolled out of bed and grabbed my jeans. I knew there was no use trying to find underwear. Mainly because I hadn’t been wearing any. I carefully tucked myself back in and zipped them closed. I snagged a shirt and pulled it on. It was so tight it was obviously Eli’s, but by that time all I had time to do was slip my feet into a pair of flip-flops and race after him.

I caught up with him a few steps outside the dorm. “Hang on, Eli! Give me a sec.”

He paused and turned to me. “Come on. They said it was wrecked.”

I nodded and pushed Eli ahead of me and we began to run toward the GSA office. As we rounded the last building, we could see a couple of police cars sitting quietly in front of the building. We slowed to a walk as we got closer. One of the cops spotted us and walked our direction.

He held out his hand. “I’m Officer Perez. You Eli Collins?”

“Yes, sir. This is my boyfriend Nathan. He’s also an officer in the group so I asked him to come.”

“Of course. No problem.” He turned and walked toward the building. “The alarm sounded about 20 minutes ago and the first officers arrived about five minutes later and the building was empty.” He stopped and looked at both of us. “They did a lot of damage considering how long they were in there.”

I nodded and glanced over at Eli. He looked a little sick to the stomach. I had to agree, after setting our door on fire, I’d hoped that was the last of it. Apparently they weren’t finished, or there are a lot more people on campus who were bigoted than I ever realized.

We stepped in behind the officer, realizing I wasn’t sure why we’d gotten the call instead of Jamie, he was president of the thing. But this didn’t seem like a great time to start asking those kind of questions. We rounded the corner and my stomach roiled. Spray painted across the door was “Faggots burn in hell!” I looked to see how Eli was dealing with it. His jaw was clenched and I could see the muscled bulge as he ground his teeth.

“Pleasant people…” Eli said.

“We’ll be reporting this as a hate crime. There may be some federal people who will need to talk to you later.”

Eli nodded, never taking his eyes from the spray painted words. Then he turned to the cop. “Can we go inside?”

“Just inside the door, I don’t think you’ll want to go in any further though.”

Eli nodded and we stepped inside. The office was totaled. Pride banners of all kinds were torn and thrown on the floor, papers tossed around, drawers strewn around the room, anything they could destroy, they had. Then I realized a foul acrid odor was like a haze in the room. I covered my face against the stench.

“What is that smell?”

The officers mouth twitched as his scowl deepened. “We aren’t sure yet, but—“

Eli interrupted. “They pissed on everything…”

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Controller: Chapter 25

Wednesday Briefs

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Chapter 25

Eli wasn’t joking. I was on the shit list with him. The drive to his parents house had been quiet. Not really tense, just quiet. I decided I was in enough trouble, I wasn’t going to push the issue. Besides, I had to worry about meeting Eli’s mother. And I knew how important she was to him. We pulled into the driveway and sat for a moment before Eli turned to me.

“Well, this is it. You ready to meet my mom?”

I nodded agreement, but the voice sounded more like the squeak of someone going through puberty. “Okay, cool.”

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Controller: Chapter 24


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Chapter 24

I was jolted awake the next morning when my head hit the floor and I found Eli standing over me. It took a minute for the fog of sleep to clear enough so I could recall how I’d ended up here. The minute I did, I tried to explain.

“Eli! Man! I—“

“Shut up! Get out of my door. I never want to see you again, or those other two either.”

I swallowed hard. I’d fell asleep at Eli’s door begging to talk with him. I swore I could hear the distant sobbing, and it tore me apart. I knew Eli had no reason to forgive me. I’d blown it. But I had to try.

Eli took the door and started smacking it against my head and shoulder. “Get out of my door! Get out of my life!”

I shielded my face while I tried to explain. “Eli. Please. Let me explain.”

The next time the door hit me it was with vicious force. “Explain? What are you going to fucking explain, Nate? Why you were french kissing Jamie? Why you were practically crawling into Michael’s arms? Michael? Abusive, asshole Michael?”

Eli took a deep breath and his voice came out in an almost sob. “Or were you going to explain to me that I’ve always been your second choice because Jamie was always the one you really loves? Was that what you were going to do Nate? Explain to me that second choice should still be good enough?”

My voice caught, Eli was far too close to the truth. At least to the truth before last night. Now, all I wanted was what I had with Eli.

“Eli, please. I just need to talk to you. I want to save our relationship.”

“Come on, short stuff. Give Nate a break. It was just fun that got outta hand.”

I looked down the hallway to see Michael coming from the apartment. The smirk on his face would have been enough to infuriate me on a good day. Today wasn’t a good day. Before I could reply, I felt a light breeze and the next thing I knew Eli was standing over a prone Michael.

Michael lay still, propped on one elbow as he looked at Eli and slowly rubbed his jaw. I rolled to my side to watch, knowing this was not a time to come to Eli’s defense. But also more than a little proud of him. He’d flattened Michael. His voice this time was far from fragile and emotional. It was cold, dangerous and void of anything recognizable as the Eli I knew.

“There’s no excuse for any of you,” Eli said through clenched teeth. “You and Jamie can have whatever kind of relationship you want. But I don’t want it to spill over onto me. This time you went too far. Don’t ever think you can fucking ask me a damn thing. If you’re on fire—I’ll be there with gas.”

The smirk was gone from Michael’s face, and he didn’t say anything as Eli walked back down the hallway toward me. Without breaking stride, he jumped over me and before I knew it he was in his bedroom slamming the door behind him.

I rolled over and crawled on all fours to his door. The effort to stand and walk the few feet seemed too much. I rapped softly.

“Eli. Please. I know you hate me right now, but I’d really want to talk. If you’ll listen, then I’ll go away and leave you alone.”

The silence filled the room as the minutes stretched out.

“I’m listening,” came the soft reply as I was about to give up.

My breath caught and my mind raced to find the right words. “I fucked up. I can’t blame you for hating me. But I’m begging for a second chance.”

“Why? Do you not want to be the third for Jamie and Michael so you go back to good old Eli?”

“No. I realized, too late, that Jamie wasn’t the person I want to be with, you are.”

“And what brought about this miraculous conversion?”

I paused for a minute, then asked, “Can we do this face to face?”

“No! I said I’d listen. I didn’t say I’d look at you.”

I took a deep breath and then slowly let it leak out. “I came to my senses when I realized that Jamie and Michael were just alike. They’re out for their own fun, and don’t care if they hurt someone else. I don’t want to be with someone like that. You aren’t like that, and that’s one of the things I love about you.”

There was a long pause, then Eli spoke. “Like, what else do you like.” There was a slight smirk to his tone as he continued. “And these had better be good.”

He’s starting to joke around, there’s hope. “You’re sexy as hell. That’s a big one. I love your hairy little muscular butt.”

“Go on…”

“You stand up for people. You’d never do something that would hurt someone else. At least on purpose. That’s what I need in a boyfriend.”

After another pause, I heard the lock open and the door swung back to reveal Eli standing in front of me.

“Here’s the deal,” he began,”You’re on probation. You are not forgiven just because you’re good at sucking up. You have to earn your way back.”

I nodded vigorously. “Okay, whatever you say.”

“Yeah, we’ll see. Here’s your first test. You’re going home with me Thanksgiving to meet my family. I don’t care what it takes, you’re going with me.”

My throat dried like I’d stuffed it full of cotton and my stomach went into knots. Then, I nodded and smiled.

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"Drawing the Devil" to be published by Sanhain Publishing

Samhain Publishing has contracted my contemporary western Drawing the Devil. It’s slated for release on Feb 3rd of 2015.. This will be my first full length novel, and I believe it will be published both in ebook and print. I’ll keep you posted as things progress, but here’s a short overview:

Dustin Lewis is a barely contained twenty-one year old bullrider who was thrown out at sixteen when his father found him with another boy. He spent the years since chasing the rodeo circuit and now is in contention to qualify for the National Finals Rodeo. Shane Rees is a twenty-five year old rodeo bullfighter (rodeo clown). Shane’s family tolerates his sexuality, barely. He knows the potential consequences of being gay among the rodeo crowd and keeps his sexuality a guarded secret. When combined with the scars years bullfighting have left Shane, he has little sense of self worth.

and…more to come.

Controller: Chapter 23

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Chapter 23

Jamie and Michael were making out, and they weren’t being subtle. Michael had his hand down the back of Jamie’s shorts while Jamie was dry humping Michael. We’d started out watching television, but they had moved to kissing and pawing. Somehow the action between them had gotten to the point where I thought they were going to be fucking in front of me any minute. They seemed oblivious that anyone else was in the room.

The worst part, I was hard as a rock and watching them more than the TV. Moans, sighs and the sounds of wet kisses filled the room. I could see the lump of Michael’s hand sliding up and down Jamie’s ass. It paused and a second later Jamie moaned loud enough to rattle the walls.

“Fuck, Michael. That’s what I need.”

I was beyond horny. Nothing else mattered but the hot couple in the beginnings of sex in front of me. By now they were crawling all over each other and it was pretty obvious that Michael was finger fucking Jamie. Right there, right in front of me.

I should have been offended. I should have told them to take it somewhere else, or took myself somewhere else. But I didn’t. Their tongues were fighting ferociously in each others mouths. Both of them were gasping for air. Jamie slid Michael’s shirt up under his armpits and started biting his nipple.

“That’s it bitch. Work on nipples,” ordered Michael.

Jamie chewed Michael’s nipples for a few minutes, then pressed his face into Michael’s blond furry arm pits. He buried in deep as he licked and slurped. I was too far gone to leave. The fact that my cock was just about to explode didn’t help me either.

Then, I was shocked when Jamie looked over at me, and winked.

What the fuck! What did that mean? By this time they were barely half dressed and the back of Jamie’s shorts were below his ass. I could see Michael’s slick fingers move in and out of Jamie’s bronze butt. I couldn’t resist any longer.

I stood and moved toward them, a huge wet spot on my shorts where my rock hard cock had been leaking the whole time. My shorts were tented out making my feelings abundantly clear. I laid my hand on Jamie’s exposed ass, and he moaned even louder. I looked at them and this time Michael winked at me and nodded down. I realized he was sinking two fingers inside Jamie.

They were going to fuck, and it looked like it was going to be a threesome. I slid my hand over Jamie’s exposed back. He turned to me, his dark hair falling across his face.

“Nate, kiss me.”

Every alarm in my body went off. I knew this was a bad idea. Eli and I are dating, we’re having great sex. Why would I throw that away. Why? Same reason guys have done stupid things since the beginning of history, thinking with the wrong head.

I knelt beside them and leaned in as Jamie leaned toward me. Our lips pressed together and there was a pleasant warmth that passed between us. Michael rose from under Jamie to add to the kiss. It was everything I thought I’d wanted, even Michael was a fantasy I’d never acknowledged. The two were asking me to join in, and—it was okay with them.

It was there, all the fantasy was there. The dark skinned beauty of Jamie, and Michael couldn’t have been any more the golden boy if he’d tried. They were hot, they wanted me to join them…and all I could think about was how cute Eli was. Eli, with his hairy butt and legs, hot temper and hawk nose. Even as my lips separated from Jamie’s I knew this wasn’t for me.

The tumbler in the door lock turned and a second later Eli stood staring at me with a look of horror on his face. He looked from the mostly naked couple beside me to my face which I was certain was bright red. My cock had wilted, but the huge wet spot wasn’t going away any time soon.

We froze. After a second, Eli slammed the door and I could hear him running down the hallway.

My brain churned and foolishly I looked toward Jamie and Michael. Their only response was a humorous smile and a shrug.

Fuck! I’ve screwed up a relationship with a great guy, for two people who couldn’t care less. How fucking stupid could I be…

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Been to Costa Rica?

Hi everyone!

I’m working on a story that is primarily set in Costa Rica. I was wondering if anyone who’s visited would be willing to be a resource and answer a few questions. Nothing too serious, just to get some details that would be impossible to find otherwise.

If you’re in a position to help drop me a note at reddirtwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com


Controller: Chapter 22


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Chapter 22

I glanced over my shoulder for the twentieth time. It wasn’t dark, there were people everywhere, but I was still afraid. Maybe not afraid, but I didn’t trust anyone now. Who could have done that to us. Who could hate me so much just because I’m gay to want me dead.

I stopped and sat on one of the benches. I had to get control of myself. Eli was handling this whole thing better than I was, and Eli is tiny. Okay, maybe not tiny. But I’m bigger than him. He’d seemed more upset by the ruined door than by the message of hatred.

I took the message to heart and it was tearing me apart. Eli had suggested I go talk to one of the councilors on campus. The police and everyone else I’ve talked with had made the suggestion. The effect situation had on me must have been evident. It had been a week and I was still walking around in broad daylight constantly looking over my shoulder.

Someone sat beside me on the bench, and it took all my will to keep from sprinting in the opposite direction. Then I realized the woman sitting beside me was one of Eli’s friends. After a moment I met her eyes and Rachael smiled back at me.

“I hear you’re having a rough time. After the fire thing.”

I nodded slowly, not sure what to do next. Do I really want to talk about this?

“I know better than you might think, even if I’m just an ally. I am native, and I understand someone hating you for something you have no control over.”

My mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say. I didn’t want to offend Rachael. I’d never categorized her as any particular race. To me her dark tan and ebony hair had just been part of being Rachael, I hadn’t associated it with being other.

“I hadn’t really…”

Rachael laughed at my stumbling attempt, but actually made me feel better. “You didn’t think about race, but some people do. Some people do—a lot.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Of course it’s stupid. Racism is stupid. Don’t get me started or I will share all my pent up frustration about the topic.”

I nodded but couldn’t think of what to say. Somehow it didn’t seem to apply to how I felt.

She watched me for a few minutes before starting to talk again. “You don’t see the connection. Bigotry is bigotry. Doesn’t matter if it is based on race or religion or—“ Rachael caught my eye, “—or the sex of the person you’re attracted to.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “I guess it has me shaken. I thought we were past this whole thing. I was wrong.”

She smiled at me. “That’s cool that you thought that. But the truth is thirty years ago they still considered being gay a mental condition. A lot of things have changed very quickly. Some people aren’t there yet. Some just crawled under their rocks and will never change. You have to be careful sometimes. You don’t want to give the rock crawlers a chance to hurt you, or someone you love.”

This was getting depressing. The breath I’d been holding was released in a sigh of defeat. “So I can’t be who I am. Eli and I can’t hold hands. I can’t kiss him in public. It’s not fair.” I dropped my head, feeling defeat flood me.

“No. Hell no! That wasn’t what I was saying.” She waited a minute before taking my chin in her hand. “Hey. Did you hear me? That wasn’t what I was saying.”

I shook myself out of my depression and met her eyes. “That’s what it sounded like.”

Rachael shook her head. “No. You have to live your life. If that includes kissing and hand holding then do it. Some people don’t do the PDA thing, and that’s cool too. You can’t live your life in fear of what might happen. Most people are great, some are assholes and a few are just dangerous. But who knows, you might cut someone off in a car and they go all road rage on you.”

I chuckled. “Well that’s a cheery thought.”

Rachael grinned back. “Yup, it is. And you already know at least one crazy is targeting you, so don’t be careless. But you can’t live your life in fear.”

I nodded, beginning to feel better. “I guess I can see what you’re saying, and you’re right. This whole last week has freaked me out.”

Rachael got a severe look on her face and cross her arms over her chest. “Well. Stop it!” She started chuckling.

I froze for a minute, then a smile eased across my face. “Yes, boss. I got it. I’ll dial down the paranoia.”

Rachael grinned and pulled me to my feet. “That’s right. And if you need it I can bring the whole dang rugby team to help out!”

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"Crossfire" to be published

Happy Dance! Torquere Press will be publishing Crossfire in their Men in Uniform 2014 Anthology! I love Crossfire, it’s one of my favorites of the short stories I’ve written. I’m so happy to found a home.

Crossfire is a 10,000 word, contemporary male/male romance played out against a murder/kidnapping.

How’s that for a teaser? It is a slightly different sub-genre for me.

I’ll keep you posted as it progresses. This is number two in the publication pipeline!

Controller: Chapter 21


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Chapter 21

Eli breathed softly, one hairy leg sticking from under the sheet as he slept. His dark hair went every direction. He never laid still for more than a few minutes before changing directions and his rumbled hair showed it. His mop couldn’t have gone more directions if he’d been standing in a tornado. I loved his sexy morning scruff, unlike my face baby butt smooth face.

Eli wasn’t subtle about anything. His huge rainbow flag dominated most of one wall while a couple of smaller bisexual pride flags guarded either side. One thing you had to give Eli, he was out. Even if most people were clueless about what the bi flags meant. Even though we lived in the best student housing, the room still had about as much charm as a prison cell, with windows that couldn’t be opened and plain white walls. Like everyone else, Eli covered the walls to make the room his.

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Rut has been submitted.

Rut, my contemporary/western/outdoors/hunting trip story was submitted yesterday. I should hear something by June 1st. I’m discovering 10,000-12,000 words is short for me. But I’m getting better at doing them. Anyway, fingers crossed.

Off to my cowboy submission that’s due in a month. Showstring watch out because here we go.

My fantasy novel from NaNoWriMo is starting to call to me to be edited. I’d really like for it to be a multi-volume set. I put a lot of time into building a cool magic system for that story. I’d like to use it more than once. :)