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by Tinnean


  Gabriel joined him and slid an arm around his waist. Noah leaned into him, sighing in pleasure.

  “Suppose I get you a drink before we get busy?”

  “I’d like that.” Gabriel nuzzled Noah’s throat, and Noah’s dick got hard.

  Tonight, after the celebration was over and he closed the bar, they’d go home to the big house they shared. There would be a few hours of night left, and Gabriel would take him up to bed, strip off his clothes, slick him up, and slide into Noah’s back passage.

  He clenched his sphincter. Gabriel wasn’t a big man, but he knew how to use his dick, and he made Noah very happy.

  Noah smiled and opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them. “Okay. One Bloody Mary coming up,” he said for the benefit of the band. He went to the backroom, heated a goblet of blood, and stuck a couple of celery stalks in it. No one would suspect what it really was.

  Gabriel groaned and shook his head, but he stole a final kiss before he found a seat where he’d be out of the way. He took the celery out of the goblet, and when he saw Noah watching, he slid the ribs into his mouth one at a time, and Noah did some groaning of his own as Gabriel fellated the celery. Finally, he set them aside on the table.

  Well, two can play that game. Noah leaned down as if to brush his lips across Gabriel’s, then picked up a stalk of celery and bit off the leafy end.

  Gabriel laughed softly and pulled him in for another kiss. “Now get ready. People will be coming in soon.”

  Noah went to stand behind the bar. One of the cable stations was airing Yankee Doodle Dandy. He turned on the TV above the bar.

  And every once in a while he’d send a special smile toward the corner where Gabriel sat, and he’d rub his thumb over the ring his vampyre had placed on his finger.

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  When the revelers began piling in, Noah grinned and called greetings to them and set to work pouring drinks. It got so busy that Gabriel removed his suit jacket, tied an apron around his waist, and passed through the crowd, offering cheese and crackers. Soon Noah would send Gabriel out to pick up the pizzas and the Chinese food he’d ordered.

  Just before midnight, the door burst open and his entire family came in. Not just Mom and Pop and his brothers and their wives and girlfriends—and vampyre—but aunts, uncles, and cousins.

  He hadn’t expected the extended family. They had succeeded in surprising him.

  Gabriel came to stand beside him. “I’m happy,” he said.

  “So am I. I thought my sixteenth birthday was the best one ever.”

  “Did your father rent a pony for the kids to ride on?”

  “Ass. I got my first kiss.”

  “Oh? And did you enjoy it?” Gabriel didn’t sound happy to hear that.

  “As a matter of fact, I did. Very much. However…That can’t hold a candle to this one.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Ah, Gabriel.” Noah slid an arm around Gabriel, dipped his head, and brushed his lips over his once and always vampyre’s mouth. “I have you back.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT TINNEAN

  Tinnean has been writing since the 3rd grade, where she was inspired to try her hand at epic poetry. Fortunately, that epic poem didn’t survive the passage of time; however, her love of writing not only survived but thrived, and in high school she became a member of the magazine staff, where she contributed a number of stories.

  Starting a family resulted in the writing being set aside, although throughout those years Tinnean did continue to keep a journal. Once the kids were old enough to do their own thing, she was able to dabble in writing again. It was with the advent of the family’s second computer—the first intimidated everyone—that her writing took off, enhanced in part by fan fiction, but mostly by the wonder that is copy and paste.

  While involved in fandom, she was nominated for both Rerun and Light My Fire Awards. Now she concentrates on her original characters and has been published by Nazca Plains, Dreamspinner, and JMS Books.

  Tinnean is what you might call a hopeful romantic, and if you see her name on a story, it will have a happy ending.

  Her signature line, a quote by Ernest Hemingway, says it all: “Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.”

  A New Yorker at heart, she resides in southwest Florida with her husband and two computers.

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  ABOUT JMS BOOKS LLC

  JMS Books LLC is a small queer press with competitive royalty rates publishing LGBT romance, erotic romance, and young adult fiction. Visit jms-books.com for our latest releases and submission guidelines!

 

 

 


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