Flash Fiction Friday - A Sexy, Slashy Romp Featuring Michael and Simon

Snowy Daze

“Is it still snowing?”

“See for yourself, Michael.”

He did as Simon suggested, further pulling aside the curtain. His glee was evident as he watched the fat flakes accumulate upon what was already a snowy landscape.

“I never thought I’d see snow again, Simon, especially after leaving earth.”

“That’s why they pay me the big bucks. I figure things out.”

“They don’t pay what you used to earn. How did you manage to afford this trip?”

“Don’t worry your pretty head. It wasn’t that expensive.”

“Flying across the Tantra Star System couldn’t have been cheap.”

“You’re worth it. And the accommodations themselves are reasonable because this isn’t your typical tourist spot.”

“I noticed the few other guests all seem to be businessmen on a working trip.”

“It’s a failing commercial district.”

“I guess you’re not terribly excited to be here, then.”

“Are you kidding? Seeing you enjoy cold weather for the first time since I’ve known you is all I could have wanted.”

“Thank you for not laughing at me for making angels in the snow bank.”

“If you hadn’t done it I would have shown you how.”

“Really? My dignified Mr. X?”

“Hey! I was a kid once, you know.”

“It’s still really something to imagine you on your back in a snow drift.”

“Why don’t you come away from that window and lie down on your back in this bed?”

“Ooh, that sounds like a fine idea.”

“Do it before you scare some caribou or something,” Simon suggested, laughing.

“Do they have something like that here? I’d love to see them.”

“Tomorrow. We’ll go sightseeing on a snow machine tomorrow.”

Letting the curtain drop, Michael said, “For now, you want to lock horns?”

“I don’t think the equivalent of whatever animal live here have horns, but I get your ‘drift’,” Simon joked.

“Ha, ha. Very funny.”

“And I like where you’re going with the implication of locking horns. It’s true that whatever you’re willing to let me do to you is what I feared would frighten the wildlife.”

While Simon spoke, Michael crawled onto the bed and stretched out. His lips curled in a seductive smile, despite the fact they’d been naked since checking into the hotel. He really didn’t know how much more he had left in him to give his lover. Obviously not concerned with this fact, Simon straddled Michael’s waist and began smoothing his large palms over Michael’s flat abdomen.

“Your skin is so soft, Michael. I love the feel of you.” Simon leaned down and breathed his next words into his lover’s half open mouth, Michael anxious for the kiss he expected. “I love you.”

Turning his head and lifting his left hand, Michael admired the diamond band he’d received when they first left earth. They weren’t legally married on any planet, but Simon made his intention clear for whenever they might decide to take that step. Michael was his.

Simon sneezed to the side of the pillow under Michael’s head. “Your hair tickled my nose!”

“Then I guess you should kiss me,” Michael advised, turning back from the sparkling jewelry to face the dark haired man overtop him.

“Tell me you love me, first.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Once would have sufficed.”

“Why? Once isn’t enough for sex. You’re already getting hard again, Simon.”

“You have that affect on me.”

Instead of saying more, Michael implored for a kiss by capturing Simon’s lips with his own. He pumped his hips into the larger man’s groin as their tongues slid over one another, teeth clicking lightly.

However unprepared he was for another orgasm, Michael found himself surrendering gladly to Simon’s need. He blinked dazedly up when asked a question.

“Huh?”

“Will you turn over so I can take you from behind?”

“Yes, Simon,” Michael slurred, drunk on the lusty kisses.

He soon found himself cradled gently in the other man’s hands. They supported his belly and his ribcage as Simon pushed inside him.

“Is that good for you?”

“I love it… so much,” Michael managed as Simon nibbled his ear.

“Let me know if it gets to be too much. You’ve put up with a lot this afternoon.”

“Put up with?” Michael turned at the waist, sliding in Simon’s hands, a lazy smile on his face. “I love when you make love to me over and over.”

“I promise,” Simon grunted, suddenly overcome with pleasure, “… to take you sightseeing tomorrow.”

“Mmmm,” Michael agreed, pushing back against his lover’s thrusts. “After we sleep in.”

Thursday Thirteen - Serial Killers

Against the typical spirit of the season, I'd like to list some of the world's most notorious murderers. It's startling how easily you realize that your quiet neighbor could be harboring bodies in his or her basement.

1. Peter Kudzinowski worked as a miner and railroad worker before confessing to the murder of three children. He faced execution in New Jersey in 1929.

2. Pedro Alonso López reigned terror across South America in the 1970's. Despite being convicted of raping and killing 300 girls, he was considered rehabilitated and his current whereabouts are unknown.

3. Executed in 1989, Ted Bundy initially denied his guilt before confessing to over a hundred acts of murder. He also engaged in rape and necrophilia.

4. David Berkowitz is better known as the Son of Sam. Captured in 1977, he targeted couples in their cars and claimed that he was commanded to kill by a demon who possessed his neighbor's dog.

5. Jeffrey Dahmer engaged in some of the most terrifying torture ending in necrophilia and cannibalism. In 1994 he died in prison at the hands of another inmate. To my surprise, talented actor Jeremy Renner portrayed him in a movie.

6. Elizabeth Báthory was accused of torturing and killing hundreds of girls and young women. She spent four years imprisoned in a castle until her death in 1614.

7. Herman Webster Mudgett, America's first serial killer by the modern definition, is better known under the alias of Dr. Henry Howard Holmes. Nine of twenty-seven confessed murders are confirmed. On May 7, 1896, Holmes was hanged for his crimes.

8. John Wayne Gacy raped and murdered thirty-three teenage boys and young men. When not on his despicable spree, he dressed as Pogo the Clown for charity events.

9. Alfred J. Gaynor, besides killing four other women in the mid 1990's, confessed to leaving a toddler to die of dehydration next to the deceased mother after a drug fueled murder. His nephew, Paul Lashawn Fickling, originally faced conviction for the crime and speculation over guilt continues to this day.

10. Stacey Castor kept her killing in the family, poisoning two husbands. She gained the unsurprising nickname of "Black Widow" but also attempted to murder and frame her own daughter. Her successful methods used anti-freeze in imitation of murderer Lynn Turner. She started a sentence of 52 years to life starting in 2007.

11. Herbert Mullin believed his indiscriminate killings performed a blood sacrifice to save California from earthquake. His deeds against one girl were confused with those of Edmund Kemper, who stalked women in the early 1970's time frame they shared.

12. Albert Fish committed his heinous acts against children and bore such frightening nicknames as the Gray Man, the Werewolf of Wysteria, the Brooklyn Vampire, and The Boogeyman. An anonymous letter to a young victim's family in 1933, four years after the crime, led police to him.

13. Ed Gein didn't have a high body count but his deeds and the seeming connection to the relationship with his mother influenced Hollywood films like "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre", "The Silence of the Lambs", and "Psycho". His quiet demeanor and neighborly ways still strike terror in my heart.

Contrary to my horrific list, I wish for peace upon you and yours. Happy New Year!

Flash Fiction Friday

Home for the Holidays

Sometimes, you just have to let home come to you.

Flash Fiction

Wake Up Call

“Michael, roll over. You’re lying on my arm.”

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“A little more. Ah! Thank you. I need to get the feeling back if I’m going to take advantage of you.”

That woke Michael Blanc up. He looked at his older lover. Simon simply smiled, a predatory glint in the dark.

Rhetorically, Michael asked, “Did you say what I think you said?” Then immediately, without waiting for an answer, “What about work in the morning?”

“I don’t need a ton of sleep to get up for work on time tomorrow.”

Michael turned in the arms that now encircled him. Simon shifted on top of Michael and began nuzzling his neck. Their bed felt so warm and cozy that Michael relaxed as opposed to reacting overmuch.

“Would you rather I let you sleep?”

“No. Please don’t stop.”

“Okay. Good.”

A hot palm stroked his side and Simon’s wet lips found his nipple. Michael wound his fingers in the spiky black hair, careful not to pull. The suction at his breast had nerves instantly zapped from that tightening bit of flesh to his balls.

Another man might have stopped what he was doing to say something obvious like, “You like that.” Not Simon. Michael’s beloved Mr. X simply reached beneath their bodies with his free hand. A stroke upon Michael’s perineum brought out little gasps of pleasure. Following his silent lover’s closed lipped approach, Michael didn’t bother to ask him not to stop again. Time for speech had ended.

Michael smiled up at Simon. A finger suddenly delved into his cleft, finding his entrance, and he jerked like a happy puppet on strings. Simon chuckled darkly. He still hadn’t stopped suckling at Michael’s chest except to move to the neglected left side.

Marveling at his former employer, Michael thanked the powers-that-be for the opportunity to live in this loving home. With each thrust of Simon’s fingers, a second entering Michael now, bright eyes rolled back in the strawberry blond head. Michael reached up reflexively and began to tug on the curls trailing down his neck. Simon noticed, skillfully bringing up the hand stilled upon Michael’s ribcage and winding strands from the opposite side of Michael’s head around his own fingers.

Simon threw back his head. Still bearing lubricant from the night before, not to mention other evidence of their amorous activities, Michael was ready for what would come next.

“I want to be inside you now. You’re so tight and slick, Michael.”

For a moment, Michael feared he might come upon those words alone. Well, that and the stimulus upon his tingling scalp. He held on, however, not wishing to disappoint.

A hand upon his thigh encouraged him to lift his legs and open to Simon’s solid erection. The next few moments were intense as his body stretched for the other man’s insistent prod. They began moving as one with only the whoosh of the air ventilation system for accompaniment.

Each stroke brought the men closer to the brink. Michael could tell in Simon by the way that handsome brow furrowed. He reached down and began tugging on his own erection. His nipples remained rock hard despite the lack of stimulation. He preferred to look in Simon’s face, anyway.

“That’s it, come for me.”

The first spasm of Michael’s sphincter brought a cry from each man. Tightening upon that fullness always overwhelmed Michael’s senses more than the thick spurt of ejaculate upon his belly.

Simon tugged more tightly upon Michael’s hair simply by the way he changed his grip to hang onto Michael’s shoulder with that hand, the other on the receptive male’s hip.

“Oh, yes!”

Michael thought he might swallow his tongue for the pleasures of the sensations deep inside him. When his lover’s strong body quieted, Michael stretched within rumpled sheets, still basically trapped by Simon. Simon relaxed now, too.

“Can you go back to sleep without cleaning up?”

“After that wake up call? Yes, Simon. I’ll sleep fine as long as you’ll let me.”

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Versatile Blogger Award

I got the chance to honor a dear friend and she turned the favor right around. If there's a blogger I admire, it's A Catherine Noon. She mentors as a matter of course and has really helped bring me out of my shell.

Please help me in honoring her by checking out her website: A Catherine Noon. Besides finding good stories, you can locate her other blogs featuring her beautiful knitting projects and many other goodies. In fact, here are those links, out of which I share some time slots on two (the rest are all Catherine's!):

Knoontime Knitting

Taurus and Taurus

Writer's Retreat

Nightlight

Noonsense

Skep, the Journal

Eclectica

Evanston Writers Workshop

As for the award, here are the rules:
1. Share 7 things about yourself
2. Pass The Award to 15 bloggers recently discovered (or however many you can manage).
3. Notify the blogger recipients.
4. Link The blogger who gave the award.

As for number two, I've started well with a great list but don't expect A Catherine Noon to do this for every single one of her blogs. I've listed a number on my Darla M Sands blog if you want to go there: Darla M Sands

Regarding number one, let's see...

1. I have three aquariums of fresh water fish, one of them a hospital tank which I hope soon to close down in favor of integrating the poor, lonely convalescent.
2. There are more people I socialize with online whom I've never met than folks I see regularly in real life free time. Sad, yeah?
3. Sometimes, I want to live in a cave but only if it has high speed internet.
4. My main writing muse is someone who's been deceased for over a decade - drummer Kami from Japanese visual kei band Malice Mizer.
5. The only reason I go to the day job is so my partner doesn't worry about finances.
6. Someday, I'd like to quit said job and write full time.
7. Right now, I'm staring at a photograph of the beautiful man known as Kami. It's a guilty pleasure loading a digital frame with pictures of Kamimura.

For more reading pleasure, check these out:

Inez Kelley

Paige Tyler

Kathleen Gabriel

Smutketeers

Left Brain Write

Moonlight Musings

Mary Akers

How Yah Doon

Into the Wardrobe

Thursday Thirteen ~ Twisted Quotes

1. He flew out of here like a bat out of heaven.

2. I’m so hungry I could eat a Clydesdale.

3. You can pick your friends but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.