We’ll have tons of smaller prizes throughout the week, but we wanted to kick things off with our BIG prize.
Silver Publishing has generously donated a Kindle Touch, or a Nook Simple Touch (winner’s choice)! Two runners-up will received $10 gift certificates from Samhain Publishing.
How do you win? We’re so glad you asked.
We want you to take one picture from our archives and write about it. The only rule is a 1000 word limit. Within that framework, it can be anything. A love letter. Flash fic. An epic poem. Haiku. Whatever.
Post your entries here, along with a link to the photo you’re writing about.
Not a writer? Here’s option 2: Take our CoP guy, and photoshop him into something fun or amusing. Post the links below.
Entries must be received by midnight CST on Friday, the 27th. Enter as many times as you like. Heidi and I will be the judges. Hints: Humor will beat out stroke factor. Cleverness is good.
Good luck!
Heidi Cullinan
Evaine
Marie Sexton
Shawny
http://cupoporn.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/birthday-bash-banner.jpg
I used your birthday picture, and its a SONG, the birthday song to be precise
feel free to sign it out loud!
Happy birthday to you,
I have a gift for you.
It right behind this cupcake.
feel free
to have a taste………………. and many more!!
Sorry I’m a horrible writer this was the best I could do!! Hope you like it, and I also hope its what you were looking for!
brandon_savannah@yahoo.com
http://mariesexton.tumblr.com/post/7161970790
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
This guy’s so smokin’ hot
I don’t wanna share himwith you!
http://cupoporn.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/birthday-bash-banner.jpg
Hardly able to wait to get the apartment door open, he threw it hard enough for it to bounce off the wall behind it. His rush to getting inside was that he knew his lover was waiting for him. And his lover always had the best birthday surprises waiting for him.
OMG, and this was maybe his best one yet. His lover sat on the window seat stark naked, except for the ribbon wrapped around his body and tied in a bow. This was his favorite state of being for him. But damn, he had a cupcake covering all of the best parts.
His lover was singing the Happy Birthday song to him. “Hey there birthday boy you need to come over and blow out the candle now. Hmm, do you like what you see?” as he eyed the slow rise behind the birthday boy’s zipper.
Looking at his lover’s crotch he whined, “I can’t see my favorite bits and since it’s my birthday I should be able to get all of my favorite things.”
Grinning up at the birthday boy and his lover of 5 years, “well then I guess after you blow out the candle you’ll need to peel the wrapper off the cupcake and get to your favorite parts. And it’s a vanilla bean cupcake with cream cheese icing, your favorite of course.”
He slowly stocked over to the window and dropped to his knee. Blowing softly to put out the candle he reached his hand out to grab the cupcake. His lover slapped at his hand. “Nope, you don’t get to use your hands to unwrap this!”
Leaning over farther, he reached out with his tongue to start lapping at the frosting on the cupcake. Just as he got his first taste of frosting, his lover snapped his hips forward smashing the cupcake into the birthday boy’s face. Sputtering and trying to get cake out of his nose, he realized that his lover had fallen out of the window seat he was laughing so hard. Stretching out on the floor beside his lover he began the slow torturous task of licking all of the cupcake and frosting off. And if all that licking moved to other parts of his lover’s body not covered in cake, so be it. It was his birthday after all and he was supposed to what ever he wished.
http://cupoporn.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/tumblr_lwlx6iqnwm1qf8mc7o1_1280.png?w=640&h=960
In his arms was the place I felt safest. I could never fall asleep until there was a strong arm snaked around me, his body wrapped around mine. I felt at peace and the unconditional love he gave me seemed to cover me like a blanket whenever I was cocooned in his warmth. And there was never a morning that I awoke with his smooth, warm skin pressed against mine that I didn’t feel complete and utter happiness.
In his arms is where I belonged, I was sure of it. There was nothing that could prove me wrong as our bodies fit together like the final two pieces of a puzzle. I was made to fit in the comfort of his arms just as he was made to fit around me in the form of a human security blanket.
http://cupoporn.net/2011/08/19/nsfw-maries-mancandy-44/
Ring around the cock top
Couple strokes will make it pop
Jockstraps, Jockstraps
We all fall down!
I am truly ashamed of myself for this.
Apologies in advance…
http://cupoporn.net/2011/08/02/late-night-nooky-nsfw-4/
What makes this lovely boy a twink?
I guess I’ll have to stop and think.
He sure ain’t soft (make no mistake)
He’s not a slab of yellow cake.
He does look nice out of his wrapping
With that sweet ass so good for tapping.
I stare and wish with all my might
That I were there to take a bite.
I’d love to have him for myself
Can’t find him on my grocery shelf.
I gawk and gasp, as I keep wishin’
No closer to the definition.
I know at last! A point of pride
They’ll both…ahem…have cream inside.
http://cupoporn.net/2012/01/19/maries-mancandy-206/
You are my chocolate
Dark and sweet upon my skin
Your sticky essence slick upon my fingers
Your sugary remnants remain yet on my lips
I crave you beyond reason and with no regard to the consequences
You are my chocolate
My sweet sugary aphrodisiac
You leave me needy, demanding more until I feel as though I shall burst
And yet still I crave to taste you once more
An obsession so complete that it drowns out all reasoning
You are my chocolate
Mere thoughts of you cause my mouth to water
You wait to satisfy me once again with bitter sweet promises
Forever there in the corners of my soul
My heart accelerates simply at the thought of having you once more
You are my chocolate
You sooth and comfort me
A sultry dark treat that calls to me
Tempting me away from all good intention
Addiction more complexed and encumbering then all others
You are my chocolate
http://cupoporn.net/page/88/
Marie’s Mancandy for September 26th
The New Client
The unicorn wasn’t exactly what I’d expected. His hair was iridescent and white, like silk threads spun from the moon, and was held back from his handsome face in a ponytail that ran halfway down his back. He had the most beautiful blue eyes…or were they green? I think the damned things were changing color on me.
I shook my head, and tried not to imagine licking and nibbling my way down his smooth, bare, outstandingly well muscled chest.
Good god, what was happening to me?
My boss, Mr. Kincaid had told me my new client was of the mystical variety. But when he’d told me I was going to be showing co-ops in Gramercy Park to a Unicorn, I’d pictured a stunning white horse with a horn you could hang a chandelier on.
I’d fantasized I might get to ride him through Central Park. Now I was picturing pulling open the tight pair of faded blue jeans he was wearing and riding him all the way into his bedroom.
I was meeting him at his apartment in SoHo. We were scheduled for a quick lunch at a café just down the block, and then I’d planned on having a U-Haul whisk us to the apartment in question. But now…I was firmly against even leaving the apartment at all.
The unicorn, Thad Hunter, smiled beautifully. “Miss Garson, I presume?” His voice was fantastic: deep, resonant, with a sexy bit of rasp to it.
I gulped and took a big breath. “Yes. And you’re gorge—I mean…you’re Thad?”
“That’s me.” He looked down at himself—since I had fallen to staring at his spectacular pectorals—and frowned self-consciously. “I’ll just grab a shirt and we can…go.”
He turned and padded off into his loft. Lord all mighty the man had one hell of a nice ass. And a set of shoulders like his could hold up the freaking Parthenon. He shrugged on a black silk dress shirt and I watched petulantly as he buttoned it up.
At lunch I ordered a Turkey club with a low-fat yogurt, and Thad ordered a salad. For a mystical horse he had impeccable table manners. I asked why he wanted to move out of such a great neighborhood. He said he needed more space.
I was wondering how unethical it would be to screw his brains out in the bed of the Gramercy Park apartment owners.
He picked up the check, and we were off to see the new apartment. It wasn’t a long ride in the town car I’d hastily set up while we’d walked to the café—I can text with my eyes shut and one hand tied behind my back. But just sitting there, so physically close to him, smelling nothing but the spicy scent of him, his luscious lips and adorable dimples so close—it was making my body go nuclear. I wanted nothing more than to rip off my clothes and then tear Thad’s shirt and jeans off with my teeth.
Thad got a text on his I-phone, and he asked me, “Where exactly is this co-op apartment?”
I told him the street address, and he typed it into his phone with his thumbs. Such strong, sexy hands…
He snorted at whatever whoever on the cell phone had texted back, and I was about to throw myself at him, when the car stopped and the driver got out.
Breathe… I told myself. Cool and calm. You’re a freaking professional.
I watched as Thad got out of the car first—his butt looked so deliciously tasty. Firm yet with that priceless jiggle only the young have. God, I hadn’t even wondered what age he was. Obviously over twenty…maybe twenty five…but then again he was a magical creature. The man could’ve been a thousand years old!
He’d turned and was holding out his hand to help me out of the car. I was so going to bed the man as soon as I got him up to the apartment, my commission be damned.
Just then I heard the loud, rhythmic flapping of giant wings. Thad peered up into the sky and smiled broadly. I looked up, shielding my eyes from the hot summer sun and saw a huge black horse galloping through the Manhattan skyline. And it had wings!
My jaw dropped and I backed up against the façade of the apartment building. The big black Pegasus landed with a clopping of hooves, and cantered up to Thad. Right before it reached him it shimmered and changed shape right in front of my eyes. One moment it was a horse, the next moment it was a young, simply gorgeous, muscle-bound young man of obvious Greek lineage. For a brief moment he was naked, but then clothing magically appeared.
I didn’t get to enjoy the view for more than three seconds before the two men rushed into each other’s arms and kissed deeply.
Now, I know some women get into the whole Brokeback Mountain thing, and that’s great. But unless both guys are focused on me, I have no use for two men at the same time—and that was only New Years Eve 2007.
The sight of them was like a blast of ice cold water down my back, and in my face…and somewhere a lot lower. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath—throwing my sudden embarrassment and lagging self-worth issues off the cliff of my subconscious—and plastered my most beatific smile on my face.
What was I going to do? They were gay magical horses, and I had a listing to sell. Not to mention a commission to collect.
When the two handsome equines untangled from their impromptu make out session, I was waiting, beaming with faux excitement.
“So who’s ready to look at your new home?” I said and shepherded the lovers into the lobby of the apartment building.
Hey, don’t look at me like that. A girl’s gotta make a living!
http://cupoporn.net/2012/01/20/have-a-good-weekend-23/
The dinner was tense and awkward. Neither Collin or Alex shared the normal, affectionate touches between each other. Alex might as well have been facing death by the look on his slim face.
Collin’s solid jaw was set, eyes dark with his dark hair as he stared at the man across the table.
His parents.
“So Alex,” Collin’s father, Andrew, asked. His lips were pressed into a firm, grim line of disapproval.
“Graphic design,” Alex squeaked. He cleared his throat to speak again, trying to steady his voice. “Advertisements, logos… with the computer.”
“And are you successful with that?” Andrew leaned in, eyes narrowing.
“Dad!” Collin hissed, shooting a nervous look at Alex.
“I do okay,” Alex answered, trying not to be offended. He was just finishing up college and was still reaching out into the world of graphic design.
Andrew grumbled something under his breath, earning an admonishing smack on the forearm from his wife, Julia. “Be nice,” she snapped.
Andrew huffed and glared down at his food, stabbing into a bite of steak with his fork.
“That’s very nice, Alex,” Julia soothed it over with a smile. “It must be something up and coming, with technology and websites.”
Alex nodded and flashed the woman a thankful smile.
“So how long have you two been… seeing each other?” Julia stumbled awkwardly over the phrasing, still struggling with the concept.
“About four months,” Collin answered gruffly.
Julia nodded excitedly, and Andrew received another swat on the arm. “Yes, good,” he grumbled sourly, dragging another square of rare steak through a bloody blob of ketchup.
Alex finally picked up his silverware and began to cut into his steak. Andrew was shooting him dirty looks the whole time, as if trying to judge character by the way Alex ate.
“Dad,” Collin warned again, dragging his knife along the plate.
Andrew puffed up. “What?” He returned with some attitude.
“Relax!” Collin stressed, hands tightening on the table. “You’re making him uncomfortable.”
“Who says I’m not uncomfortable?” Andrew snipped. “My son and this…” he waved a hand towards Alex.
“Oh stop being so alpha!” Julia turned her head again, with that look that only a woman could master. “They’re both men, no matter what you think.”
Andrew let out another frustrated huff. He then jumped in his seat. “Ow!” he barked, turning his eyes on Collin. “Did you just kick me under the table?”
“Sorry, I thought we were acting like children,” Collin quipped.
Alex tried to hold back a smile and filled his mouth with a bite of well-cooked steak.
By the end of dinner, Andrew had gotten a good number of slaps to the arm and was glaring at his wife.
“Oh stop acting like a baby,” she told him. “They’re the adults for coming to face us.” She pointed towards Alex and Collin as they waited on the check.
They cleared out of the restaurant, and said their good-byes on the sidewalk. Andrew made a point to shake Alex’s hand with a tight grip.
“See you around,” Alex murmured stiffly.
“Right,” Andrew turned and headed for his car.
“Call me soon, okay?” Julia smiled and wrapped her son into a quick hug. She shuffled over to Alex, forcing him into a hug as well. Alex gave a pleading look over her shoulder at Collin.
Julia hurried after her husband to the car lot. Collin waited until his parents were out of sight before turning towards his lover. “Well, that was awkward.”
“I think your dad was trying to kill me with his eyes,” Alex admitted.
Collin laced his hand into Alex’s, and they began the walk towards their car. “Just give him some time,” Collin said. “He’s still adjusting. I had a girlfriend just last year, you know.”
“I know,” Alex scowled.
“Relax,” Collin chuckled, dragging Alex closer.
“Try telling that do your dad again,” Alex pouted, averting his eyes shyly.
Collin only laughed again and pulled Alex’s face in closer. “I love you,” he whispered before settling his lips over Alex’s.
Alex leaned up into the kiss, though his body was stiff from them being in public. “I love you too, Collin,” he murmured when the kiss broke. They pressed their foreheads together, both smiling softly.
A little flashfic. Thanks for giving me an excuse to hunt this photo down!
http://cupoporn.net/2011/05/16/not-maries-usual-candy-2/
Just another G-type planet, they said, but it’s in pristine condition. The dominant herbivores will be perfect for your dissertation research, they said.
A month sitting in a shack the size of a starship bathroom, they neglected to say. Don’t step outside or you’ll disrupt the cloaking device. The ventilation can’t keep up with the summer sun and the comm uplink is too slow for live video feeds.
They also didn’t say that there’s more than herbivores on this planet.
I only spotted them by their black crests knifing through the dry grass like shark fins. Once I caught one, suddenly I saw the other half-dozen and adrenaline thrummed through my veins. The heat and boredom evaporated and I zoomed the cameras in.
They must’ve been crawling up slowly for hours while the herbivores grazed and shook flies off their heads. I looked up and suddenly an hour had vanished, watching the predators close in. The computer hadn’t found any record of black-crested critters on this planet. This could be my whole career, right here.
The moment I look away, that’s when they burst up from the grass. I jolt back to the picture on-screen in time to see them throw aside the grass mats they’d camouflaged under and lunge toward the beasts with long spears.
Thank god the cameras got it, because all I can see is amber-brown skin stretched over lean muscles, hair spiked in mohawks, glints of silver ear tags. Damn the waist-high grass cutting off my view.
The herbivores? They’re stampeding away but I guess the ambush worked since one of them is down. The hunters gather around, pulling out the spears with grins and laughs.
The older ones wear sleeves of black tattoos, graceful curves and sharp points hugging their chiseled biceps. One of the younger men, though, only has a couple tats and this hunt must’ve been something for him. He got in the killing blow, maybe, because there’s plenty of affectionate thumps on the shoulder for him.
My brain is just getting back to observation mode, focusing in on him as they do. Native humans, out here! Never mind the eye candy factor. Though damn that waist-high grass again – do they sling their loincloths low, or…?
There’s blood on the young hunter’s hand and he licks it off. Slowly.
My teeth press against my lower lip. A month alone out here and not even a porn vid to keep me company.
And he just happens to look toward the camera, slyly, from the corner of one dark eye. He knows exactly how delicious he looks. My breath catches in my throat as my gut tightens, but I don’t know if it’s fear or lust. They can’t know I’m here because the cloaking device is foolproof.
Isn’t it?
I wrote a silly haiku for this delicious man-stravaganza:
http://cupoporn.net/2012/01/09/heidis-boys-deliciously-nsfw/
Is there room for me?
Wait, I see no boobies there.
Girls are not allowed.
I’m always up for a good haiku.
http://cupoporn.net/2012/01/23/all-tied-up-2/
Peaceful dark silence reigns
Soft rope holding me safely
Bliss beyond my dreams
Pingback: Beat Your Winter Blues Blog Tour: January Getaway « The Amazon Iowan
http://cupoporn.net/2012/01/19/girls-too-nsfw-28/#more-8518
There once was a girl who did suck it.
All proper ladies had a right fit.
So they paddled her can
to drive home their plan.
Real ladies never swallow but spit.
http://cupoporn.net/2011/06/01/goodnight-kiss-7/
Work. School. Money. Bills. Sex. Family. Friends.
Everyday I am pulled in a hundred different directions.
I’m working full time while finishing my Masters degree.
You work overtime to get that promotion, the one you’ve had “in the bag” for six months.
Some days we hardly talk.
How is it that we can live in the same home, even sleep in the same bed, without saying more than “it’s your turn to take out the trash.”
I come home, exhausted, and over an hour late.
Another extra shift, but without it everything your mother says about me is true.
Just a freeloading slut riding your coat-tails until I leave you for one of the hundreds of other men I fuck while you work to keep me in style.
It was bad enough that she said it, but at Shabbat dinner with brother, sister-in-law, and your nieces around made it so much more spiteful…
Little does she know her little bubbala was the biggest slut in Washington before meeting me: the virgin.
I don’t even bother to call out to let you know I am home.
Remember when the last person home got greeted at the door with a passionate kiss and a blow job?
After putting away my coat next to yours in the closet I head straight to the one thing I need.
Food.
As I turn on the light to the kitchen I see you.
Dark circles under your eyes, five pounds thinner than the last time I really looked at you, and smiling like you did on our first date.
The smile you gave me when I told you I used to jerk-off to images of Luke Skywalker and Han Solo having sex.
The smile you gave me when you said we were meant for each other, because only true Star Wars fans saw the homoerotic undertones in the film.
Your head-tilted-to-the-side, left-corner-of-your-lips-quirked-up, eyes-flashing-mischief smile.
“There he is,” you say, as you open your arms to me, with hushed reverence.
I rush to sit in your lap, enfolded in your embrace, with my head tucked into your neck.
My spot, with my lips pressed against your collar bone.
“Come on, baby. I picked up dinner. Lets eat,” you say as you reach to get the plate of food.
One plate filled with enough food for two, like we used to eat dinner.
I stuff myself with food that made my mouth water.
Especially when feeding it to you.
By the time we make it to bed I was desperate to touch you.
How long had it been since we made love?
I am starved for your skin, your touch, that sound you make when I lick between your ribs.
Ribs that protrude in a way I should have noticed before.
Slow.
Our melding together is so slow I can hardly stand it.
That low whimper is all it takes.
I gasp as I feel your thrusts turn to shivers.
You begin to pull out of me, away from me, and I clasp you tighter.
You turn us onto our sides, keeping us connected.
My hand moves on its own, pushing your hair aside.
I need to see you, not just feel you clasped tight.
We gaze at each other, into each other, reconnecting after what feels like weeks apart.
My eyes drift closed, the beginning of a great night’s sleep creeping in.
I feel you tuck me in really close, my nose pressed to your neck.
Then a whisper that caries away my tension and follows me to sleep.
“I love you, baby.”
Life’s Simple Pleasures
http://cupoporn.net/2012/01/12/goodnight-snuggle-4/
It’s the little things about life together that he loved the most. Things that people take for granted and never stop to appreciate. After a horrible year never again would he forget to take just a minute and bask in the simple joy of being loved.
One of his acquired favorite past times had become watching his boyfriend sleep, just taking the time to gaze at his angelic face as he slept. If he had been working he would climb in beside him, and would gently pull him close to him wrapping his arms around his sleeping lover and watch as his long lushes’ eyelashes fluttered gently across his face and the sloppy dreamy smile appear on his lips, the comforting sound of his gentle snoring filling the room.
He often gently caressed his face with a fingertip, outlining the features of the man he loved. He would stroke, tickle and caress every inch of skin committing every line to memory just in case he never got to do it again. Even after all this time the feel of skin against skin would send goosebumps across his body and shivers down his spine reminding him that he got his happy ending.
Every day for him was a memory he stored, every simple task was something to be enjoyed and relished. He had learnt long ago that although he was an amazing cook he had yet to master the art of ironing, and so their Sunday ritual was born.
Every Sunday afternoon, football season aside, they would retreat the kitchen, where a lovely meal for them both and he would caringly iron his lover’s shirts. The housework done and both men fed they would retreat to the lounge and spend a lazy evening just being them, wrapped up in each other and their own special bubble for one night before work and obligations pulled them apart for another week
The simplicity of all this little things, and the way they complimented each other, even the way they shared the household chores each made him glow with fulfillment. He had everything he could ever need, and come what may they would be there for each other and as long as he took the time to enjoy these simple pleasures life would always be worth living.
This ones for you Heidi!!! To the tune of We Will Rock You by Queen.
http://cupoporn.net/2011/12/02/nsfw-tons-of-extra-candy/
Coffee and Porn
Orgy, Orgy!
Baby you’re so hot
have me moaning
playing in the sheets
gonna be a big stud today
With that smirk on your face
and wicked grace
Gettin arched ass all over the place
Moanin’
Coffee and Porn
Orgy, Orgy!
Coffee and Porn
Orgy, Orgy!
Baby they’re lickin’ suckin’ strokin’ on their knees
Gonna take on 6 man foreplay.
You’ll get cum on yo’ face
It’s not a race
Slingin’ your big cock all over the place
Coffee and Porn
Orgy, Orgy!
Shoutin’
Coffee and Porn
Orgy, Orgy!
Baby you’re a bronze man, tat man
Beggin with your eyes
askin’ for a hot piece to play.
You got a sexy V
Abs times three
Hot bodies writhing on their backs
in a Porn Orgy
Coffee and Porn
Orgy, Orgy!
Everybody
Coffee and Porn
Orgy, Orgy!
http://cupoporn.net/2011/07/21/nsfw-maries-mancandy-36/
Dear Adam,
You asked me before why I love you. Looking at you now lying in our bed the reasons came clear in my mind. Here are my top 3:
1) I love you because when you hold me in your strong arms, I feel protected and loved. You give me strength to face any obstacle.
2) I love you because you gave me reason for my wanting to overcome. You’re my reason for everything I do in my life.
3) Last but not least, I love you for your body. You know I’m addicted on your body. Your strong arms, your stomach that I like to kiss and especially for Adam Jr that you know how to use. My god, you do know how to use.
Gah! cutting is close but here is my try. >w<
http://cupoporn.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/tumblr_lrmw251aml1qiyi8uo1_500.jpg
Would this day never end?
Not only had he had a fight with Miles early in the morning but he had been late to work. To top it off, a disgruntled customer threw water at him when he told the woman today’s dinner service at the Blu Lounge had been canceled due to the sudden illness of the host’s mother.
As if it was his fault the damn host of the party cancelled last minute. Here he thought high society folks learned how to handle bad news gracefully.
Then after work, a fucking moron backed up into his car! The passenger door was totaled. No way would it open now.
Ugh!
He was so glad he was finally within distance of his home. Just a little more and he could sleep the rest of this horrible day away.
Grumbling to himself as he entered his condo, Terrance threw the keys onto the kitchen counter and rummaged through the fridge for a beer. He was certain Miles had locked the door to the bedroom signaling his new couch status until at least the end of the week. Wednesday was totally not his day.
As he was rounding the corner of the living room Terrance came to an abrupt halt. Sleeping soundly on what he thought would be his bed for the next three nights, was Miles.
God, did there exist a more beautiful man?
Setting his beer gently down on the nearest table, Terrance slowly approached Miles’ sleeping form.
Crouching in front of his lover, Terrance gently ran his fingers over Miles’ cheek. His beautiful golden locks always so unruly no matter how much gel or other hair products he tried to use to flatten it. Even though they annoyed Miles, Terrance loved his hair just the way it was. Miles always looked so much younger when he slept. The worry lines around his eyes, the slight frown that was always hiding on the corners of his lips, it was all gone.
Sighing at the peaceful look on Miles’ face, Terrance lay his head down on Miles’ stomach. Closing his eyes, he lost himself in the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His eyes closing as he listened to the beat of his heart. It wasn’t long until Terrance was soundly asleep.
The faint sound of the Alarm ringing in the other room lulled Miles awake.
Yesterday had been a terrible day. Fighting first thing with Terrance was not how he liked to start. A bout of sex was much better than angry words. He knew Terrance hated how his family always tried to find ways to criticize and judge him. Well, not so much his whole family but his father. He never came right out with it, but he was sure his father’s problem with him being gay was that he thought it somehow made him less of a man because he would let another man dominate him. They were constantly bickering about this issue. Thankfully his mom and sister and older brother were on his side, but no matter how much they tried to make him see reason, his father would not be moved.
He hated it too, but this was his father. He knew, or hoped, that deep down he still loved him. He was simply looking out for him even though it wasn’t welcome or needed.
Every time he called he would demand to speak with him. Never greeting Terrance properly and only acknowledging his existence when he had to tell him to pass Miles the phone. The fight yesterday morning had been just that. Miles walked into the kitchen with Terrance screaming and cursing into the phone at his father for always bothering them. Snatching the phone away from Terrance he quickly told his father he would call later and then… everything went downhill from there.
Miles sighed heavily trying to wash away those glum thoughts from his new morning. He would talk to Terrance today and hope to move pass this. As he was sitting up, Miles finally noticed the weight on his stomach.
His throat clenched at the sight. Terrance was asleep hunched over, his head and arms draped around his midsection. God, even though they were mad at each other and Terrance was most certainly uncomfortable, he still stayed with him.
Looking at his wristwatch, he saw he still had at least half an hour before he had to go to work. It would be close but another ten minute nap would be fine. He was completely comfortable right where he was.
Beep, beep, beep.
Fuck!
Would that thing ever shut the fuck up!?
Terrance could swear if that piece of shit alarm didn’t shut the hell up right now, he—
Terrance lifted his head up in alarm, flopping back down to his position at the painful crick he now had on his neck.
Shit!
That hurt.
Realizing where he was sleeping, he slowly moved his eyes upward hoping he hadn’t woken Miles in is spastic moment just now. Relief swept through him at Miles deep breathing. Good. He was still asleep. Undisturbed by his idiocy.
The clock read ten to eight. Shit. He was going to be late.
Not that he really cared, he was only going in to make sure today’s event’s at the Blu Lounge were all settled and ready to go. He would be back home in a few hours tops.
Distracted at the sight before him, Terrance slowly ran his hands across Miles’ skin. Feeling every groove, dent and bump on his soft creamy skin. In High School, Miles had been a great soccer player, and even though his father had insisted on him taking it up in college too, Miles was really only in it for the distraction. In college he wanted to try other things. Never settle in one thing at risk of missing something else. All those scars from his falls and mishaps in the field were slowly starting to fade away.
Goosebumps spread out under Terrance’s fingertips, causing a slow smile to spread across his lips. Miles had never looked more beautiful than he did right at this moment in time. With the rays of the morning sun illuminating his skin, casting a heavenly glow around him.
It was a dream for Terrance to have woken up with Miles by his side for the past five years. They’re feelings for each other hadn’t become truly known until they’re freshman year at college when they had to room together. To wake up every day beside him, no matter what rocks were hurled their way, he knew everything would be ok as long as he had Miles with him.
Moving his roaming hands under Miles’ shirt, he smiled at the trembling muscles beneath his palms.
Miles giggled and mumbled in a thick sleepy voice, “Watareyou doin you perv?”
Laughing softly, Terrance stood over Miles and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, “What was that? I don’t speak baby talk.”
Laughing a little breathlessly, Miles finally opened his beautiful sky blue eyes.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Terrance searched Miles’ eyes for any signs of yesterday’s anger.
“Stop staring, it’s creepy.” Miles said, as he pushed Terrance away. Smiling, Terrance stretched his sore limbs before moving away from the sofa for Miles to stand and do the same.
“I’ll be home early today. Just need to do minor checkups at the Lounge. You’re not going to work today are you?”
Miles cringed slightly at the question. In an angry fit he agreed to cover for Angela, his co-worker/owner at the Milton Café.
“Yeah, I actually do.”
Terrance stopped midstride and turned to look at Miles.
“What?”
Oo, that low tone was dangerous. Miles really didn’t want to start with another fight today. He had to find someone to call quickly.
“Yeah, she had some issues to attend to.” Miles said vaguely, “Look don’t worry about it ok? I’m going to find someone to take over and I’ll be right back. Our dinner plans won’t be ruined so don’t get all weird on me again.”
Terrance gave him a mischievous smile, slowly strutting back to him on the couch.
“You like it when I’m weird. You let me do this and that and even a little of that…” He finished seductively in his ear.
Laughing at Terrance’s stupidity, Miles pushed him away, getting up, ready to start his new, wonderful day.
Heh… and I know it’s not the logo CoP guy but I saw this picture and couldn’t resist. Even if it doesn’t count I hope it at least makes you both smile. lol…
I call it:
A guide for what to do next now that you have the man of your dreams on your bed.
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1Yvcjsd9tg/TyJE0BbY5cI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YCcja5KhOHo/s1600/Cup-o-porn.gif
lol…
http://cupoporn.net/2011/10/11/nsfw-dirty-nooner/
It was an accident. I swear, to this day, that it was an accident.
What could my sister expect? I’m a firefighter, perfectly willing to risk life and limb to help others. But working in her coffee shop, Java Nights, when she was short staffed is not in my skill set. But Brenda called and said she needed my help doing some manual labor so off I went. I wasn’t going to complain, mainly because Aidan would be working. One of my sister’s best employees, not just because he has the most crystal clear blue eyes. I’m not usually shy around hot guys, but those are club rats I meet for hook-ups in the backroom. Aidan was working on his PhD in British History, the kind of smarts I only dream of. My brain can’t seem to form thought around him, he probably thought I was just some dumb jock. But today was going to be the day! We would be the only two in the store after hours and I was finally going to ask him out. The atmosphere sure was right; the smell of coffee in a building with black walls, floors, and ceilings. Perfect. I came in, saw Aidan, stammered an awkward hello, and went to find Brenda. My job would be simple: just take all the garbage bags of leftover ground coffee from the week and throw them out. I thought it would be simple, I mean how much coffee could we really be talking, right? Turns out coffee gets wasted by the pound at Java Nights. I turn on my iPod and settle on a hot dance beat. I didn’t hear him come in, I can admit my volume may have been a bit too loud. I felt something heavy touch my shoulder and did the automatic thing… I dropped all the garbage bags full of stale coffee and flipped the offender on his ass. Crystal blue eyes stared up at me in shock. Aidan had landed right on the bags of coffee, bursting them with his weight. Coffee was all over the floor and all over him. All I could think to say was: “I am damn glad that is French Roast.” I leapt, my lips crashing unto his with a passion that surprised even me. Clothes were ripped off and bodies ground into the coffee on the floor. Finally Aidan lifted his head and said “Maybe we should take this to my place.” I was fine fucking right on the floor, and I of course told him so. Laughter greeted my response. “Sam, my idea of a good time is an ass full of cock, not an ass full of coffee!”
Pingback: Birthday Bash Winners! | Coffee and Porn in the Morning