Snogs are back! Here's a quick kiss from my free M/M holiday story, Last Minute Gift.
After you're done here, slip on over to Victoria's to read her gourmet kiss, then follow the links to other authors' sexy offerings.
Oh, and I have an ongoing contest related to Last Minute Gift. Read the full story, then send me an email at contest - at - lisabetsarai.com with the subject line "Last Minute Gift". Tell me which character you like better, Scott or Flynn, and why. You could win a copy of my latest release Nasty Business.
Now, on with the snog!
Scott scooted his seat closer to Flynn's. Now he did rest his hand on that
broad, wool-clad shoulder. Flynn sighed and leaned into the touch. Scott could
feel the hard muscle shifting under his palm. "It's okay, man. You can tell
me." Genuine sympathy mingled with lust.
Flynn held his gaze for a long time, clearly weighing the wisdom of sharing
his secrets with a stranger. Finally he shrugged. "I'm gay."
"Yeah, I kind of figured. Me too."
"I figured." Flynn flashed a brief smile that was swiftly eclipsed by
pained embarrassment. "The trouble is I've never - never been fucked. I've
tried it with a couple of guys, but I'm just too tight. Too much pain - I
can't take it."
A virgin! Scott sent a little prayer winging toward the gods of
gayness, thanking them for this holiday gift.
"My last lover broke up with me because of it. He said he needed a boy
whose ass he could ream."
"What a bastard! If he's that selfish, you're better off without him."
"Maybe." Flynn's lips trembled. It was obvious he'd been hurt. "Anyway,
I've been doing some research on the Internet, and everyone says you should
use a plug to stretch yourself out." He glanced down at the silicone object in
his palm. "But it just seems so - I don't know, so gross. So impersonal, to
shove some inanimate object up your butt."
Scott had a sudden image of himself bending a naked Flynn over a hassock
and twisting the toy into that tight, virgin pucker. He'd already been half
hard; now his cock swelled to to the point that his trousers felt like a
straight jacket. "I think you need some help, Flynn."
"I don't know. Maybe I just need to find a man who's satisfied even if he
can't fuck me."
"Would that satisfy you, though?" Scott rose to his feet and took the empty
bottle from Flynn's hand. "Let me tell you, nothing feels so good..."
Reaching down, he pulled the other man up, into his arms, and took possession
of Flynn's tempting mouth.
The guy might be inexperienced when it came to anal sex, but he was an
expert kisser. Scott felt warm all over as Flynn sealed their lips together
and plunged an agile tongue into his mouth. The soft hairs of Flynn's mustache
tickled his upper lip. Scott tasted peppermint breath mints underneath the
yeasty flavor of the beer, and up close like this, he caught a spicy hint of
patchouli in Flynn's scent that made him light-headed.
Given Flynn's previous demeanor, his kiss was surprisingly aggressive. He
wrapped his wiry arms around Scott's chest, pulling him close, then slid his
hands down to Scott's ass and dug his fingers into the denim-clad flesh. As he
continued to ravage Scott's mouth, he ground his swollen groin against the
aching lump inside Scott's trousers. His tongue darted in and out, thrusting
like a small cock as he rubbed their bodies together. A few more minutes of
this stimulation, Scott realized, and he'd shoot in his pants. That definitely
was not how he wanted this scene to end.
"Uh - wait, slow down, Flynn!" With some difficulty, he eased himself out
of the painter's embrace. "Don't you think we'd be more comfortable if we were
wearing fewer clothes?"
"Ah - oh, God, I'm sorry!" All at once, the artist was his shy, apologetic
self once more. "I didn't mean - it's just that it's been so long, and you
felt so good..."
"I wasn't objecting, was I? But let's do this right. Come back to Harry's
office. It's not exactly luxury, but he's got a couch - and nobody's going to
see us through the store windows and call the cops."
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