by Sam Elswit
We laid there in each other’s arms for a while. My head was on his chest, listening to his rapid-fire heartbeat.
“Wow… I think that gets better every time we do it.” I whispered, playing with the ends of his hair.
“I think you’re right. Maybe we should do it more often.”
“I’m not about to argue with that idea.”
***
“Our ratings are through the roof!” Emily shouted, her face so close to her computer screen that it was fogging up.
“Do you think we have a shot at winning this thing?” I asked, taking a bite out of my apple.
“Well, the only group ahead of us is that trapezing family. The kids are super cute, so it might be hard to beat that.”
“Plus, they were pretty good.”
“But, we’ll pull ahead. I can just feel it.” Ben said, returning to the kitchen table with a cup of coffee.
“Did you only make enough for yourself?” Emily asked.
“The machine is right there. You have two hands, why don’t you get up and do it yourself?”
“I bet if Phil asked you to make him some coffee you’d do it.”
“That’s different. He’s my loving boyfriend. You’re just my annoying sister.”
She narrowed her eyes. If looks could kill, Ben would probably be dead by now. No, he’d already be in his casket, six feet under.
“Hmph.” She grumbled, getting up and struggling with the machine.
“What do you think?” Ben asked, turning in my direction.
“I think we have a shot, but realistically the acrobats are probably going to win. We can’t compete against a family dog that knows how to walk a tightrope.”
Ben sighed, his head in his hands. “You’re right. I know you’re right. But, I just wanted to win this so badly. My dad even gave me his guitar… I was supposed to make him proud.”
“And you did make him proud –”
Bang!
“Emily, what the hell was that?”
“Nothing!” She called out, feigning innocence.
“Let me go check up on her before she burns the kitchen down.”
I snagged Emily’s computer and watched the numbers rise higher and higher. We were getting very close to catching up with the Monroe’s but I didn’t think we would make it. Polls closed in an hour.
Suddenly, Ben’s phone started to ring.
I picked it up, curious.
Jeremy Pryce was written across the Caller ID. Why did that name sound so familiar?
“Ben! Someone’s calling you!” I shouted but the siblings were bickering so loudly that neither one of them could hear me.
Shrugging, I answered the call. It was probably just a telemarketer or something.
“Hello?”
“Hello! Is this Ben Taylor?”
“No, this is –”
“You don’t have to tell me. I would recognize that voice anywhere. You’re Phil Kendrick.”
“Um… yeah… how did you know?”
“I’ve been following the Farmers’ Market for quite some time now, and I must say that you’ve really grown as a band. Your sound has really become sophisticated and refined.”
“Uh… thank you?”
I was starting to get a little weirded out by this guy. Who was he? And why did he know so much about us?
“Who is it?” Ben asked as he returned with Emily in tow.
I covered the receiver to answer him.
“Jeremy Pryce.”
Ben’s eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. He lunged at me, yanking the phone out of my hand.
“Hello. Jeremy, are you still there?”
Ben started to pace around the room as he took the call. “Mhm… yes… I understand… that would be fantastic. Yes, of course… we will all be there Monday morning… first thing… yes yes… see you then.” He hung up the phone.
“What was all that about?”
“We just got a record deal!”
“What? How?” I spat, nearly choking on my apple.
“That was Jeremy Pryce, not just any old Jeremy Pryce, but the Jeremy Pryce.”
“And, who is the Jeremy Pryce?”
“None other than the famous record producer.”
“The one Andy betrayed us for,” Emily added in. “How did you get him interested in us, anyway?”
“Like a month ago, I sent him a copy of Phil’s love song… and he liked it… no, he loved it.”
There was pure excitement buzzing in the air.
We were finally going to make it to the big leagues!
Epilogue
Ben
“Emily! Watch that tractor trailer!” I shouted at my sister, my life flashing before my eyes as our tour bus headed straight for a large 18-wheeler.
She laughed giddily before she jerked on the wheel, getting back into our proper lane.
“Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to let you drive?”
“William just needed a little break. No big deal. I’m a great driver.”
Before I could say anything else, she turned into a parking lot. The turn was so sharp that I thought the bus would topple over. Overhead, some of the dishes came flying out of the cabinets, landing on William who was asleep on the couch.”
He got up with a start, probably thinking the world was ending. “Huh? What?” He got to his feet only to tumble forward when Emily slammed on the brakes. He practically turned into a pancake against the windshield.
“Oh! Hey there handsome!” She winked. “Have a nice nap?”
“Oh… um…” He rubbed his head, blinking wildly. “I… guess?”
She kissed the top of his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll grab some ice for you.” She jumped out of the driver’s seat and scooped some ice from the cooler into a little baggie. She tied it off before placing it on William’s head. “There.”
“What are we doing here anyway? This isn’t one of our stops.” I said, peering out the window. It looked like we were in the middle of nowhere.
“So… do you see that building over there.” She pointed.
I followed the direction of her finger, finally spotting a tiny, run down building. It looked like it had originally been painted a muted yellow, but there was so much grit and grime that it was practically a uniform brown.
“Yeah?”
“Apparently, it’s this super awesome taco shack. Five stars and everything. And only one dollar sign. That’s my kind of food.”
“You do know that we are pretty much rock stars at this point and we make a killing, right? There’s no need for you to eat from one dollar sign restaurants anymore.”
“But they always have the best food!”
“Yeah… to get food poisoning.”
“Well, if you don’t want to go, I’ll just go with William then.”
William didn’t look very excited by the idea but he didn’t dare to say anything. He had probably learned the hard way that it was never a good idea to get between Emily and her food.
“Have fun. Phil and I will eat the leftovers from yesterday.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Don’t tell me you ate them all.”
“Guilty as charged.” She grinned.
I groaned. “Fine. Bring us back something to eat.”
“Alright, but we might be a while. If they got cheap tequila I may never leave.”
“We have a show tomorrow.”
“Better fashionably late than early.” She winked before dragging William out of the bus.
I shook my head. She was too much sometimes.
Quickly, I locked the door before I headed to the back of the bus. Phil was on the bed, reading a book with his headphones in.
I crept up behind him, pulling the headphones out of his ears before I kissed his neck. “You might want to put a bookmark in that book.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm. Emily’s going to be gone for a while and I’ve missed my baby…” I continued to kiss his neck, lett
ing my lips glide along his collar bone as my hands snuck up his shirt, trapping one of his nipples between my fingers. “We could probably have some fun… Unless that book of yours is more interesting.”
“Are you kidding me?” He tossed the book aside and rolled so he was on top of me, a smirk painted across his face. “Nothing is more interesting than you.”
“I’m surprised you can say that after being stuck with me for the past two years.”
“Best two years of my life.” He said before leaning down to kiss me on the lips. They were soft and gentle, pouring a fire into my soul. I melted into the heat, letting him take control of the moment, my mind going numb. I couldn’t understand how Phil’s touch kept getting better and better.
The kiss intensified until our tongues were knotted into one, our breaths ragged as we started to grind our bodies together, practically dry humping each other.
Already, my cock had come to life in my pants, straining against the tight confines of my skinny jeans.
Phil grabbed my package, squeezing it hard until I cried out, my back arching.
He took his chance to slide his hands under my body and hoist me up, our bodies locking together, as our lips continued their erotic dance.
I was starting to feel lightheaded, addicted to this man.
His hands slid down the back of my pants, grabbing my ass, making me wiggle in his lap. I moaned louder, finally breaking away from the kiss, tilting my head back in pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of my skull.
Immediately, his lips latched onto my neck, sucking and biting playfully, leaving behind marks that I knew would turn into hickies tomorrow.
I fingered the hem of his shirt before I found the perfect opportunity to yank it off. The second it was out of the way, we were kissing once more.
Phil worked on unbuttoning my shirt as I attacked the zipper of his pants. We both worked frantically to undress the other, our desire building to untold levels.
I struggled to take off his pants, flinging them across the room before I pounced on him, my teeth latching onto his boxers, pulling them down bit by bit, teasing him, especially when I started swaying my hips back and forth.
His eyes followed my every movement as he struggled to contain himself. Under the thin fabric of his boxers, his cock pitched a large tent that made me want to please him all night long. And, that was exactly what I planned to do.
The second his boxers were low enough, his cock sprung to life, standing at full mast between his legs. I licked my lips, creeping forward to take him into my mouth when he grabbed me, flipped us over, and pinned me to the bed, eyes blazing.
“You asked for it now…” He growled playfully, grinding against me.
I moaned, arching my back, my legs snaking around his torso.
He paused and looked at me, peering into my eyes like I was the only man in the world. Like I was the only man he had eyes for.
His gaze made me feel so loved and cared for that I leaned up and kissed him, soft and gentle, savoring his taste.
“I love you, Ben.” He broke away just enough to whisper these words. “So, much.”
“I love you too, Phil.” I tangled my fingers into his hair, playing with the few curls at the base of his neck. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He smiled before kissing me once more, his hands slowly roaming my body. Eventually, they rested on my hips, pulling me directly under his body. We were now in the perfect position to make sweet, sweet love.
Phil’s tip probed against my entrance, teasing me for a moment.
I moaned. “Phil…”
“Mmm, what is it, baby?”
“I want you.”
“How bad?” He asked, his fingertips dancing across my chest.
God, he was such a tease.
“Bad.”
“That doesn’t sound very convincing…” He practically sang in my ear, making my whole body shake with euphoria. “Your cock is so hard and stiff, I would have thought you wanted me much more than that.” He took my tip between his fingers, rolling it back and forth. “I mean, you’re practically dripping with precum. If you ask me, you look pretty damn horny, but if you don’t want to play, that’s fine…”
I shook my head immediately. “Please, Phil, fuck me,” I begged, knowing he liked it when I did. “Fuck me with your big, thick cock and make me scream your name. Plunge into me so deep that our balls slap together.”
“Hmm…” He seemed to consider my desperate plea as he reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom. Along with that, he pulled out a bottle of lube I had never seen before.
“What’s that?”
“Oh, just something I picked up at the store.”
“What store?”
He grinned deviously. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” With that smirk still on his lips, he placed a dollop on my asshole.
I jumped at the coldness but it almost immediately grew warm, making my hole tingle.
“Do you like that?” He asked, massaging it in with his fingers. “It’s supposed to be stimulating for both you and me. Supposed to make the sex feel like an explosion of fireworks.”
I raised an eyebrow in question.
“Hey, I’m not being cheesy this time, I swear. It’s legit on the bottle.” He turned it over, showing me the front label. There were, in fact, fireworks drawn all over it.
“Well, let’s test it out and see if it’s not a firework spectacular.”
“Oh, you know it will be. Just as long as I’m involved.” Phil winked, applying a generous amount of lube to his own cock before he rolled on the condom.
He positioned himself between my legs, lifted my ass slightly, and slipped into place.
We both moaned in unison. My asshole tightened around him like a glove, my sensitive insides already feeling the effects of the lube. It tingled all over, making me hyper aware of every inch of Phil’s cock sliding in and out of me. If I concentrated hard enough I could even feel the veiny surface, just adding to my already overwhelming pleasure.
I held on tight to his arms, bucking my hips into the air, our movements synced like we were made of one body and soul.
Phil continued to rock his hips into mine, taking his time and making sure that I was enjoying myself. He even reached down, adding some of the lube to my balls, massaging them until I thought I would lose my mind.
The pleasure was building up to its crescendo and I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer.
I bit his shoulder, trying to contain myself, but it seemed that as Phil fucked me faster and the friction increased, it activated the ingredient in the lube. My asshole felt so sensitive that Phil’s every thrust made me scream at the top of my lungs.
And then, it all came to a blissful climax.
I exploded all over my chest just seconds before Phil let out a long, drawn out growl into my ear. Soon after, he was collapsed on top of me, his arms wrapped around my body, pulling me close.
We tangled together, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and just looked into each other’s eyes.
Life was perfect.
Thank You
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Turning The Page
A Gay Contemporary
Romance
Sam Elswit
CHAPTER ONE
As a much younger man, Alan Linton had once had to move back into his parents' house. He remembered how embarrassed he felt, carting his belongings back into his childhood home, bitterl
y cursing the piano bar that had laid him off from his first ever job out of music college. It was only a couple months in his parents' basement before Alan got a new job and was able to get out on his own again, and he vowed to himself that he would never do that again.