Three by RJ Scott
MMM, an erotic short
Is this just hot sex or can two become three?
Mark is finding his way in life after six years
in the army. He's always wanted to write scripts for TV, and for one show in
particular, Tomorrow's Game.
Half in lust already with the lead actor Zach, he
is shocked when he ends up in Zach's bed. Not just that, but Zach's co-star Rob
is part of the package.
Coming 11 March
Buy Links
All buy links will appear here: http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/three.html
Excerpt
Several beers later and the conversation was
flowing nicely. There was no shortage of things to talk about: Zach, an actor,
Mark, a wannabe screenwriter, Rob, mostly just offering incoherent grunting as
he dozed on Zach’s shoulder.
When the offer came to continue the smooth,
comfortable conversation back at Zach’s house, where Rob had a room, it was a
natural progression of their evening. Zach was such an easy person to talk to,
and Mark’s gaydar was in confusion mode. As they talked about all kinds of
things, from the show to Hollywood, to Mark’s time in the Army, there had been
some flirting, Mark was sure of it, but he couldn’t understand why. Zach was
the poster boy for heterosexual alpha male, but he was inserting suggestive
remarks into everything they talked about and didn’t bat an eyelid when Mark
talked about staying the closet in the Army.
Anyway, if this was Zach flirting, why would he
be flirting with Mark?
Mark had never rated his looks; he kept himself
fit, his hair was short, and he had a naturally muscled body from years of
physical exercise, but he was surely not in the league of Zach Cassidy, be he
gay or otherwise.
It wasn’t as if Mark had heard anything about the
twenty-six-year-old actor being interested in anyone other than the guest star
actresses he was seen out with. Rumor had it he was dating one of the girls who
had appeared in a few episodes in season one, a short redhead with a thing for
murder.
The thing was, it seemed like maybe, in Zach’s
eyes, Mark was a little bit better than ordinary, as Zach pushed him up against
the wall inside the front door.
Zach was close; his lips close from Mark’s. “Tell
me I’m not wrong. Tell me I can kiss you?”
So much for not being gay.
Mark didn’t even answer. He reached up and
twisted his fingers, as best he could, into Zach’s short hair, pulling him
toward him, mumbling “Not wrong” as he opened his mouth under Zach’s.
It was overwhelmingly hot, tongues searching out
the taste of beer, kisses so deep and hard they curled Mark’s toes and left him
short of breath. Zach pulled back to grab Mark’s hands, pushing them above his
head and holding them in place, just holding him there for a long while,
leaning into him, hard and heavy and needy up against him. Before Zach began
tracing a path of open-mouthed kisses from temple to ear, stopping to caress
the shell of Mark’s ear with the tip of his tongue, it seemed to Mark that
breathing was almost impossible.
Whining deep in his throat, he moved restlessly
under the onslaught, impossibly hard and desperate for friction, grinding up
against Zach to relieve the pressure. Finally, Zach moved his lips lower,
focusing all his attention on the fluttering pulse point in Mark’s neck as Mark
just gave in and leaned his head back against the wall, helpless against Zach’s
exploring mouth. He wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t.
It didn’t enter his head to think where Rob had
gone until another mouth touched his lips even as Zach was marking the skin
pulled taut at his neck. He opened his eyes to find liquid-chocolate-colored
eyes inches from his. He must have looked startled; Rob blinked once, twisting
his fingers into Mark’s hair and pulling his head further back to give Zach
free rein on his neck, taking Mark’s lips in a heated kiss then trailing fiery
touches over Mark’s high cheekbones to his ear. “Zach wants you… I want to
watch,” Rob said in his sleep-deprived growly voice.
No comments:
Post a Comment