Crawling Into Bed With
Devon McCormack
And a Good Book:
Clipped
Important things
first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
You don’t feel a little
itchy? Like those early itches you get before you break out in a bad case of
poison ivy? Yeah. Sorry about that. Cotton. Kmart. Blame Martha Stewart. Sorry
I didn’t make the bed. I…just…well, I don’t usually do this. Hmmm…I guess
you’ll want a pillow, too. Soft or firm?
Well, I believe firm is
always better, don't you? What are you wearing?
I thought we agreed on
a jock strap theme, but I see I was mistaken. No, no. The pink thong is cute.
Just keep it on.
*coughs* You didn't have to
tell them that! Just so you all know, Devon is
wearing a jock strap – if you define wearing loosely! What are we snacking on
in bed while we read tonight?
You want me to share my
yogurt, don’t you? You could have just said that. It’s peach. Do you even like peach?
Do I like peach? What kind
of question is that? Can I have a spoon of my own, or are we sharing that too? If
I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Whoa, whoa! Dude, seriously?
Were you about to open that drawer? You totally were! What’s wrong with you? What
do you think you’ll find? Lube, cuffs, condoms, butt plugs, and cock rings.
Just stay the fuck out of there.
Mmm…well, since you’re
already there, go ahead and grab the condoms and lube. Don’t look at me like
that. It’s just in case we get to a good part…And go ahead and grab the cuffs,
too.
*blinks* Wow you changed
your mind fast enough! Where are the keys to these cuffs? *shakes head* What am
I saying? Back to the interview. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito,
or kick the covers off during the night?
A burrito. I will hog
the shit out of these and leave you with nothing.
That's all right. I'm used
to this. I brought my own. *whips out afghan knitted by dear old granny* Can I
put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
If you touch me, you
better want to warm up more than my feet. You look really cute in that thong,
by the way.
*blushes* What are we
reading? Clipped
Cover Artist: Adrian
Nicholas
Publisher: Wilde City
Press
Blurb(s):
Though mortals have been convinced that God cares about their
souls, nothing could be further from the truth. He created the world as a gift
for his lover, Satan. But when Satan left him, he decided to end what he saw as
his most grotesque creation.
Satan and his army of demons are man's only hope...
The demon Kinzer and his lover, Janka, have been sent by Satan
to spy on The Raze, a gang of rogue demons who are working with God to bring
about Armageddon. When someone exposes their true allegiances, The Raze clips
Kinzer's wings and murders Janka. Kinzer manages to escape. He tracks down
Satan's allies to warn them about a mole in their midst when he learns that
they've located the Antichrist—a powerful weapon that could prevent the
apocalypse. Now, he's on a mission to protect the Antichrist and avenge his
lover’s death.
Excerpts (if needed):
Dedrus scanned Kinzer’s body, admiring his
massive biceps, his brown eyes, and his black waves of hair. Even with the
wounds and tears that still tainted his face, he was beautiful. Dedrus wanted
to press him back against the cushion, rip off his clothes, and provide him
with the ease he deserved. But no! He was just wanting it for himself, and he
was pretending that it was to serve Kinzer’s pain.
“I loved him so much.” The words cracked through
Kinzer’s lips. His cheeks and forehead shivered. Tears filled his eyes. “I know
we had so much time, but it wasn’t enough.”
The sting in Dedrus’s chest intensified. His
cheeks flashed red as anger washed over him—anger that he loathed because it
made him feel like a terrible, selfish creature.
He set his hand on Kinzer’s back, his palm
stroking softly across the blue fabric of his polo. He wanted to say, “You’ll
find love again.” He couldn’t, because he knew he’d really be saying, “Please
find love in me.” He thought of saying, “Everything will be alright.” No. He
couldn’t make that kind of promise. “It’ll take time,” felt appropriate, and
yet, as an immortal, Dedrus never perceived time as a generous gift as much as
a twisted, agonizing punishment.
“I wish I could think of something right to say
about this,” Dedrus said, “but I can’t. I know how much you loved him, and I
know how much he loved you, and I can’t imagine how hard this is going to be
for you. But I’m here. As your friend. I don’t know if that means much, but I
know the feeling of having something so perfect and wonderful torn from you.”
Kinzer’s gaze met his. His eyes were sad.
Does he know what I’m talking about?
“Tell me you’ve found someone,” Kinzer said.
“Of course,” he lied. “I’m just being
overdramatic.”
“I figured as much. Considering where you work,
I'm sure you get a lot of offers.”
It was true, but not the way Kinzer was
suggesting. There were nights when Treycore dragged some pathetic mortal back
to ease Dedrus’s pain. Those nights were the loneliest. Though he could bring
himself to climax, it was an empty relief that just stirred the cruel memories
of those moments filled with so much more.
Dedrus hugged him again. “Let’s get to bed,” he
said. “You need some sleep.”
Kinzer nodded.
“We have plenty to sort through tomorrow. You
can have my room. I’ll just sleep here.”
Dedrus released him.
Kinzer picked the sword up off his lap and
stood. He reached his hand out. “Come on. It won’t be the first time we’ve
shared a bed.”
The upward curl of his lip let Dedrus know that
Kinzer was more than interested.
Dedrus’s dick swelled. “I don’t think I can.” He
wanted Kinzer so bad, and if he put himself in that position, he was sure that
he wouldn’t be able to resist making a move—especially if Kinzer initiated
something.
“I'd rather not disrespect you like that,”
Dedrus said.
Kinzer’s hand fell, bouncing against his jeans.
His head drooped.
“Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Dedrus smiled. “‘Night, Kinzer.”
Kinzer knelt, offering a light peck on Dedrus’s
lips.
Don’t tease me with a taste!
“Up the stairs, first room on the right.”
Kinzer walked up the stairs, headed down the
hall, and slipped into Dedrus’s bedroom.
Dedrus had hoped that Kinzer’s exit would
provide some relief.
It didn't.
He ached for him. His thoughts dwelled on
Kinzer’s lips tickling his nipples, his gaze appreciating his body, his tongue
delighting in his body’s grooves. He wanted to run upstairs and throw his arms
around him, to hold him for the night, and tell him that no matter what
happened he’d be there for him. He wanted more than that, but he wouldn’t press
his friend. He wouldn’t dare cross that line…even if Kinzer insisted.
Spreading his limbs across the couch, he rested
his head on a lace pillow at the end and rolled so that he was facing the
cushions.
He closed his eyes.
A few moments passed before something pressed
against his ass.
He flipped over and hopped to his feet, ready
for a fight.
Kinzer stood before him, holding his hands out,
as if showing a cop that he was unarmed. “Whoa, cowboy. Chill the fuck out.”
“Sorry.” Every hair on Dedrus’s immortal body
stood on end. “You freaked the shit out of me. Did you need something? Another
cover? Pillows?”
Kinzer wiggled his thumb behind the waistband in
Dedrus’s khakis.
“Yeah. I need something.” He pulled their
pelvises together.
His hot breath rushed across Dedrus’s lips,
settling in the bristles across his cheeks. The warmth combined with a rush of
blood that surged to his face and made him feel like his cheeks were about to
catch on fire.
Kinzer pressed his lips against Dedrus’s.
Amidst the creases in Kinzer’s lips, Dedrus felt
the smooth, subtle dip where Kinzer’s cut was healing.
He trailed his palm over the rough fabric of
Kinzer’s polo. As he reached the smooth flesh of his neck, curly black hairs
pricked his fingertips.
Kinzer opened his mouth wide. Dedrus eagerly
reciprocated, tilting his head and allowing their lips to seal together. A
swirling sensation gathered at the back of his spine and rushed to the crown of
his skull.
Guilt nagged at his thoughts. He couldn’t do
this. Kinzer didn’t really want him. He was just vulnerable and ached for a
physical distraction from his grief. It would be wrong to take advantage while
he was still recovering from Janka’s death.
Kinzer’s tongue flicked his.
He wanted Kinzer so bad, but not like that.
Pressing his hand against the dip between the bulbous, jagged pecs before him,
he broke their sealed kiss.
“What?” Kinzer rested his hands on either of
Dedrus’s hips.
“This wouldn’t be right. I don’t want to
disrespect you.”
“I know. But I want you to.”
Kinzer wrapped both arms around Dedrus. Spinning
them around, he pushed Dedrus back against a painting that hung from the wall.
Kinzer’s eyes glistened with that gleam—the one
that was so familiar to Dedrus.
Dedrus couldn’t control himself. His lips
returned to their passionate embrace. His fingers found their way under Kinzer’s
shirt, feeling about fervently, savoring the dips in his torso.
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Author Bio: If I was writing an old-school craigslist personal, I'd
say (appropriately in code): fit masc wm ddf lookin 4 same. 28yo. Of course,
who's honest with their craigslist personal ads? And who the hell uses
craigslist these days? Please. That's what grindr is for.
On a more serious note, I'm from Atlanta, GA. I work odd jobs.
My gay erotic novel Clipped is available through Wilde City Press. I also have
a vampire novel coming out through Wilde City in October and a young adult
novel being released through Harmony Ink Press in June or July
Author Links:
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