Sizzling Sunday: Crossed Hearts - #GayRomance #BDSM #SizzlingSunday

My Sizzling Sunday post today comes from my MM tale Crossed Hearts.

Even Scrabble can be foreplay...

For the past six years, Jason Hofstadter has attended the Four States Annual Scrabble Tournament. Jason comes to the Four States for two reasons—to play Scrabble and to get laid. Every year since his first, he has managed to hook up with one of the other players for some sexual fun. This year he has a chance at the grand prize in the tournament. Meanwhile, he figures he has hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who's competing at the Four States for the first time.

Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First, he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he's into BDSM and encourages Jason to experiment with topping him.

Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up competing with Jason in the semi-final round. When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings—about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.

Matt levered himself out of his chair and stuffed his crib sheet into his back pocket. “Maybe we should get in line. It looks like they’ve finally started the registration.”

Jason stood as well. He could see that he’d guessed correctly. The guy had a great body. Matt was close to Jason’s height but probably weighed more. He was more solid than Jason, but he moved well. His muscles were well-defined without being exaggerated. A fine sheen of moisture glistened on his bare arms.

Jason’s nostrils twitched as he caught a whiff of the other man’s clean sweat. He stole a glance at Matt’s groin, but the jeans were too loose to tell how the guy was hung

With some luck, I’ll know soon.

He led Matt over to the desk. “Go ahead, get in front of me. Did you pre-register?”

Matt looked over his shoulder to answer. “Yeah. You?”

“Always. Makes things go much more smoothly.” That and the lube I brought. Two tubes. Wouldn’t want to run out.

The line inched forward. Jason watched Matt’s ass move under the denim. His fingers itched to reach out and stroke those inviting curves, to palm and knead the swelling hemispheres. Man, I can’t wait to see you naked, he thought. His dick throbbed painfully inside his pants. He let his crossed hands drop casually below his waist and gave his crotch a surreptitious rub. It only made things worse.

“I tell you, I am registered.” The queue shuddered like a live thing as the angry voice rang out from the front. “I already paid my money, damn it!” People shifted from one foot to the other. A buzz of discomfort rose from the crowd.

“Well, look again, you moron!” The unseen man was clearly furious.

Matt glanced backwards. Jason snatched his hands away from his zipper and thrust them behind his back. “I hope they don’t lose my records,” Matt whispered. “I’m nervous enough already. And I definitely don’t have any extra cash.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Jason murmured, trying to slow his breathing. “There’s always a troublemaker...”

“Screw you!” the guy at the head of the line yelled. “You’ll hear from my lawyers. Let me out of this stinking place.”

The malcontent must have pushed the next person in line in his haste to get away. Like a row of dominoes, each body slammed into the body behind it. “Oomph!” Matt exclaimed as someone’s elbow caught him in the stomach. He stumbled and fell against Jason, his butt pressed tight against Jason’s rigid dick.

Jason groaned. Even through two layers of clothing, it was almost enough to set him off. He fought for control as Matt struggled to regain his footing. The other man’s frantic motions just increased the friction. Delicious pressure gathered in Jason’s balls. His cock pulsed and swelled ominously.

“Matt…please…” He tried to back away and succeeded only in knocking the guy behind him off balance. Matt’s ass ground against his trembling dick, and this time, Jason could swear it was deliberate.

He wanted to let go, to release the flood of cum that threatened to drown him, to satisfy, at least for the moment, the lust the bookish young man had inspired. But he could hardly face the tournament organisers with a huge wet spot across the front of his jeans, and he wanted to play, damn it. This year, he had a decent chance at the grand prize. Nobody was going to take that chance away from him, not even a tasty hunk of man-flesh like this Matt.

He clenched his muscles, holding back the explosion. Meanwhile, he grabbed Matt by the hips and pushed the other man away from his groin. The pressure subsided, barely, though the sensation of Matt’s ripe cheeks moving under the denim kept him close to boiling.

“Sorry, Jason.” Matt seemed to find his feet again. He favoured Jason with one of his hundred-watt smiles. “I’ve always been kind of clumsy.” He looked young, innocent, his boyish lips full and kissable.

I’ll wipe that smirk off your face, you handsome little devil, Jason thought. I’ll fuck you until you’ve got tears in your eyes. The thought only made him harder.

“That’s okay,” he replied. “It wasn’t your fault.” He had an urge to pinch Matt’s butt until it hurt. He suppressed it with difficulty. If all went according to plan, he’d have lots of opportunities to make Matt scream.

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Sunday Snog: Crossed Hearts (M/M)

Today's the first day of July, which means it's the first day of Man Fest, my M/M extravaganza celebrating the release of Quarantine. 

In keeping with the gay romance/erotica theme, I've got a passionate snog from my novella Crossed Hearts. For the past six years, Jason Hofstadter has attended the Four States Annual Scrabble Tournament. Jason comes to the Four States for two reasons: to play Scrabble and to get laid. Every year since his first, he has managed to hook up with one of the other players for some sexual fun. This year he has a chance at the grand prize in the tournament. Meanwhile he figures that he has hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who's competing at the Four States for the first time. 

Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he's into BDSM and encourages Jason to experiment with topping him. Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up competing with Jason in the semi-final round.  When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings: about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.

And after you've enjoyed Jason's and Matt's kiss, don't forget to visit Snog Central, where Victoria Blisse has lots more sexy oral action for your delectation.

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The elevator doors had scarcely closed before Matt was on him, arms like steel bands locked around Jason’s body. Matt’s mouth was hard and demanding, not at all what Jason expected. His tongue pried Jason’s lips apart and plunged inside. Hands roamed down Jason’s back to grip the swell of his butt. Strong fingers dug into his flesh, pulling his hips against the stony lump in Matt’s crotch. Friction sent white-hot jets of pleasure sizzling up his spine. 

 

He tasted the berry-flavoured residue of Matt’s wine. He smelled the rich funk of dried sweat from their afternoon jaunt. He clutched at Matt’s shirt, pulling it up so he could slide his hands over the contours of the other man’s naked back, smooth as sun-warmed marble.

Matt pushed him against the mirrored wall, releasing his mouth to lick a path down his neck to the hollow of his throat. Jason sucked in his breath as Matt pinched his nipple. A star of green pain bloomed then ripened to golden delight. Matt ground his erection against Jason’s thigh, his own thigh pressed firmly between Jason’s legs. Jason’s dick pulsed helplessly against the hard limb that held it captive.

His eyes fluttered open. He glimpsed their reflection in the opposite mirror, over Matt’s shoulder. Matt’s head bent to Jason’s chest, suckling him through his shirt. Jason’s hands were buried in Matt’s loose jeans, stroking the boy’s silky butt. Their bodies squirmed in slow motion as each tortured the other’s trapped penis. It was beautiful and obscene.

The lift chimed as it reached Jason’s floor. The doors slid open. They tumbled out, hands still tangled in each other’s clothing. The corridor appeared to be empty—hopefully, everyone was down in the ballroom, listening to speeches, watching videos of last year’s highlights. Matt caught Jason again, halfway down the hall, flattening him against some stranger’s door and claiming his mouth.

“Wait—Matt, hold on, just a second…” Matt stole his breath. Jason couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. He was ready to explode. He struggled out from underneath the younger man’s weight and half-dragged Matt down to his room at the end of the hall.

He fumbled for his wallet in the pocket of his tight jeans, every motion transmitted to his aching dick. He managed to extract the key card, while Matt circled Jason’s waist from behind and rubbed his cock up and down Jason’s crack. Jason’s hand trembled as he tried to slide the card into the slot. The light remained red. “Matt, please! I can’t do this…” Matt reached down between Jason’s legs, stroking then squeezing. “Damn it, Matt!” Jason protested, weak from the pleasure that shimmered through him. 

 

Finally, the LED turned green. Jason wrenched himself from Matt’s grasp and pushed the handle. The door swung inward. The two men fell into the room and collapsed onto the bed.