Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Wanting - Corrected

Hey, all! If you missed my post from yesterday, I mentioned that there was an error in the epub and mobi versions of "Wanting" that were available for download on Goodreads, ARe, and 1Place. The files have been corrected and reposted on both GR and ARe, with 1Place to follow shortly. If you downloaded the file before today (7/27), you have the version with the mistake. Feel free to re-download it if you want. Only one scene was affected, but it's kind of spoiler-ish, so I won't mention it here. If you want to know what part it was, you can check out my review on Goodreads.

Sorry for the inconvenience!

Wanting - Error in the epub and mobi files

Hey, y'all! Just FYI, if you downloaded an epub or mobi version of "Wanting" from ARe, 1Place, or Goodreads, there is an error in the file. Those versions have been temporarily pulled from all three sites. I hope to have corrected versions to post soon. Sorry for the inconvenience! 

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Giveaway - "18% Gray" by Anne Tenino

It's that time again! We're having our second giveaway here at Babes in Boyland. The lovely Anne Tenino has kindly offered up an ebook copy of her forthcoming novel, 18% Gray, which comes out on August 1st from Dreamspinner Press, to one lucky winner. So what do you have to do? Just comment on this blog post with your name and email address before 11PM CST on July 31st. That's it! But there are ways to up your chances of winning and have your name entered into the drawing more than once. Check out the contest rules below for more details!

The Blurb

In a future where the United States has split along party lines, Agent Matt Tennimore’s job is to get people out of the Confederated Red States, whether they’re captured special ops agents from his own country or gay CRS citizens who’ve petitioned for asylum. He never expected to have to retrieve his high school crush, aka the guy who ostracized him for being gay.

Rescuing James Ayala isn’t going to be easy: he’s crawling with tracking nanos and has a cybernetic brain implant that’s granted him psychic power he isn’t sure how to control. That’s the good news. The bad? The implant is compromising James’s mental stability.

So they’re on the run, avoiding surveillance by AI aircraft and hiding from enemy militia. Then James confesses he tormented Matt in high school because James wanted him. Matt can’t resist the temptation James offers, but he wants so much more than sex, assuming they ever make it home alive. Is James really a good bet when he’s got a ticking time bomb in his brain and there’s the question of how much he’s actually changed?


The Rules

Leave a comment on this entry with your name and email address. That counts as one entry. If you want to toss your name into the pot more than once, you can do one, or all, of the following:

-Be a follower of Babes in Boyland +1 (If you're already a follower, that counts too! Just mention it. :))
-Pimp this contest on your Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads status, etc., and provide us with a link to said promotion(s). +1 per link
-Follow us on Twitter! (See the sidebar for our names and links to our accounts). If your Twitter name is different than the one you use here, please let us know. +1 for each of us

And that’s it! This contest is for an ebook copy, so, of course, it’s open worldwide.

Contest ends: 7/31/2011, Sunday, at 11PM CST

Note: We will contact the winner via email. The winner will have 48 hours (until 11PM CST, 8/2/2011) to contact us, or we will draw again.

Winner will be chosen by random drawing.

And I know it shouldn’t have to be said, but if you win, please respect the intellectual property of the author and don’t share the book or give it away to anyone else.

~*This contest is open to adults age 18 and up. Your comment confirms that you are of legal age.*~

Thanks for playing!


About Anne:

Anne Tenino began writing for her own entertainment in third grade, but life intervened, so she didn't get around to submitting anything to a publisher until the week of her 40th birthday. While spending most of the last three years recovering from Lyme Disease, Anne started writing for herself again. The Lyme Disease had led to the demise of her "real" job, and the laptop was right there, next to the bed... In the long, rainy, Pacific Northwest winter, writing is sometimes a mood-saver.

Anne's husband is adorably confused by her love of reading and writing about man lurve, but he's always been a supportive sort. Just don't ask him to read it. Her two school-aged daughters think it's cool Mom's a writer, but aren't clear on why they can't tell Gramma about it.

When not writing, Anne likes to read, travel, cook, and shirk housework.

You can see what Anne is up to by checking out her (sadly neglected) blog at or checking out her Goodreads profile at

June 1, 2011 -
Happy Birthday to Me; released by Dreamspinner Press
August 1, 2011 -
18% Gray will be released by Dreamspinner Press

Monday, July 25, 2011

Music Monday-Seattle edition:)

Happy Monday everyone:) Not sure if who knew, but Piper is here in the great northwest visiting me this week. Yesterday, I took her to see one of my favorite bands of ALL time. The Posies (Sigh, I love them.) They're not well known everywhere else, but they are a Seattle legend. I remember seeing them in middle school and high school (and college and later...) Still just as awesome. This is Definite Door. Both of us love this song!

Hope you enjoy!


Saturday, July 23, 2011

Cross Bones

So M.J. and I both have stories in the upcoming "Cross Bones" anthology from Dreamspinner Press. Her story is "Irish Red" and mine is "Black John." Mine was inspired by and written as a companion piece to M.J.'s story. Here is a sneak peek at the cover. You can read the blurbs for both stories below. Look for the antho on August 15th!

Irish Red

What would you do if the boy you’d loved since you were children grew up to be a...pirate? Christopher has loved Brian since they met in a Dublin orphanage when they were little boys. That love lasted through conscription into the British Navy, and life on a dangerous Caribbean island full of cutthroats and thieves, where Chris tends bar and waits for Brian to come back to him.

Then the day comes that he’s been dreading for years; Irish Red O’Malley, Christopher’s Brian, is rumored to be dead at sea, killed in his sleep. Christopher’s devastated and stuck, unwilling to move from the only place where Brian could find the hopes that someday Irish Red will return.

Black John

Former pirate Juan “Black John” de Avila has found a home on Isla Sagrario, a safe haven for men who desire the touch of a man rather than a pretty woman. When Jacob, the lover he thought had died, washes ashore after a shipwreck, Juan believes he’s been given a second chance at love. But Jacob Bellamy thinks the safety of Sagrario is an illusion, one that will come to a brutal end should their enemies ever catch wind of their whereabouts. Juan doesn’t want to lose Jacob again, but neither does he want to leave his home behind for a lifetime of hiding and secrecy. When the island comes under attack, Jacob is forced to decide what means more to him—spending the rest of his life safe and alone, or risking it all to be with the man he loves.

Friday, July 22, 2011

More Than Moonlight - A "Moonlight Becomes You" Short Story Collection

Liked the stories? If you did, you can download them in a collective ebook titled More Than Moonlight. They are available for download in PDF, mobi, and epub formats either at ARe or over on Goodreads.

The Blurbs:

First Night – Luck performs in front of an audience for the first time ever. How will they do?

Me Too – Shane and Jesse make things official and share their first sexual encounter.

For Real – When Shane uncharacteristically bails on their plans, Jesse is worried and goes to his house to investigate.

Word count: 8,840 (27 pages)

Friday Freebie:) : For Real - A "Moonlight Becomes You" short (NSFW content)

Hey folks! This is the last of our free Moonlight Becomes You prequel trilogy:) If you missed the first two, Go to the bottom of the page and there will be links to lead you in the right direction! Hope you enjoy

MJ and Piper

For Real
Jesse looked up from the notebook he’d been writing in and glanced at the clock. Shane was late. Well, that wasn’t really anything new. Shane was rarely on time for anything except for their gigs. But he’d never been this late without calling before, especially not when they had plans on going out instead of just lounging around in Jesse’s room, writing songs and playing music. And kissing. That was Jesse’s favorite part. Sometimes it was all they did, just kiss and touch and whisper in the dark.
Jesse’s cheeks warmed as he thought about it. God. He still couldn’t believe it most days. How was it possible that Shane wanted him? He kept waiting to wake up from the dream, but it didn’t happen. It was true. Shane wanted him and he was ready and willing to show Jesse how much any time they were together. And he told Jesse that he was sexy. Beautiful. Even though Jesse didn’t really agree, he knew that whatever Shane saw in him was different than what he saw in himself. It made him feel confident. Desired. He’d never had anyone look at him the way Shane did. No matter how hard it was for him to understand sometimes, Jesse was starting to settle into the idea that what they had was for real. Maybe even forever.
They hadn’t gone all the way yet. Jesse wasn’t in any kind of rush. It would happen eventually. He knew that Shane wasn’t a virgin and that he used to hook up with some of the guys at the bars where they played. But Shane hadn’t done that since the night they first kissed. It seemed like a millennia ago, but in reality it had only been a little over a month. Jesse wanted to. He thought about it at least five or six times a day. But he still wasn’t ready to cross that line. And Shane was so respectful of that, of him. Shane never pushed. He seemed happy to let their relationship go at Jesse’s pace. It was one of the many reasons Jesse loved him.
Love. Neither one of them had said the word. It was too big, too intimidating, at least for Jesse. Shane had come close once, Jesse knew, but he hadn’t been ready to hear it at the time. He’d stopped Shane with a kiss. But the feeling was there, unspoken between them. How could it not be? Shane was the best friend Jesse had ever had. He’d been halfway in love with Shane since high school when he realized there was so much more to Shane than the angry punk that everyone else saw.
Another glance at the clock made Jesse slam his notebook shut and push it aside. He was starting to get nervous. What if Shane had changed his mind? They were supposed to go out for pizza and maybe catch a movie after, just the two of them. It would be the first time since they’d made their relationship official. Maybe Shane wasn’t ready for that kind of thing yet. It was a huge step, Jesse had to admit, going out as a couple instead of just friends. But, really, how different would it be? It wasn’t as if it was a date really. They’d still be Shane and Jesse, hanging out like always. No one else would have to know that they were desperate to put their hands on each other.
Jesse sat up in bed and grabbed the cordless phone from his nightstand. He dialed Shane’s number, feeling more and more anxious as the line kept ringing without an answer. Finally, on what must have been the fifteenth ring, someone picked up and spoke softly. “Hello?”
Jesse pressed the phone closer to his ear, gripping it in a suddenly sweaty fist. “Shane?”
“Oh, hey, Jess.”
Jesse swallowed thickly. That wasn’t the greeting he’d expected. “Is everything all right? I thought we had plans…”
There was some muffled noise on the other end of the phone, and Shane’s voice got even quieter. “I can’t tonight, okay? I’ll see you at the gig on Sunday.”
Jesse blinked. Sunday? But that was three days away. He hadn’t gone that long without seeing Shane since back in their tutoring days. “But I—”
“I gotta go. Talk to you later.”
The line went dead before Jesse could respond. Dazed, he clicked the ‘end’ button and replaced the phone in its stand. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his gut. Shane had pretty much hung up on him. He’d never done that before. Usually it took them half an hour to get around to saying good-bye and most of the time they had to do the countdown thing and hang up simultaneously or they’d wind up talking until some ridiculous hour of the morning.
Jesse stood abruptly. He was out of his room and halfway down the stairs to ask his mom if he could borrow the car before he came to his senses. He hesitated at the bottom of the steps.
What are you doing? He doesn’t want to see you.
What would Shane think if Jesse went rushing over there? He’d probably seem like some psycho stalker. But no. Something was up, Jesse was sure of it. They’d met for lunch the day before, between Jesse’s last class and his shift at the library, and Shane had tugged him into the bathroom at the restaurant and kissed him for a few long, sweet minutes before they’d finally managed to pull themselves apart. You didn’t just go from that to not wanting to see someone in a day. Not without a good reason. And he had to know what that reason was.
“Mom?” Jesse called into the living room. “Mind if I take your car?”
When he got to Shane’s neighborhood, Jesse had to circle the block twice before he found a decent parking space. He was so distracted by his worry that he completely forgot about Shane’s warning not to come to the area by himself at night—until he spotted a group of bandana-wearing Hispanic guys who were loitering on the steps of the house he was approaching and one of them got up to block his path.
Jesse slowed to a stop as the guy looked him up and down.
“You lost, g├╝erito?”
Jesse just barely resisted the urge to fidget. It was hard under the weight of three different sets of eyes. “No, I’m j-just visiting a friend.”
“Yeah? What friend?”
“Shane Ventura.”
The guy arched an eyebrow and tilted his head, considering. “Shane, eh? Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you around before. You’re in his band.”
Jesse nodded. “Yeah.”
“Didn’t he tell you? You should be careful coming around here after dark, kid. Some people won’t be as nice as we are.”
Jesse swallowed and nodded again. “He told me. But he d-doesn’t know I’m coming.”
The guy smirked and stepped out of his path, gesturing him forward. “Go on. We’ll keep an eye on your car for you.”
One of the other guys laughed and muttered something in Spanish. Jesse didn’t even look his way, just kept his chin up and his shoulders straight and started walking.
It wasn’t until he was knocking on Shane’s door that Jesse realized how tense he’d been. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and sucked in a shuddery breath as he waited for someone to answer. A few seconds later Nick opened the door with his skateboard tucked under his arm. He looked surprised to see Jesse standing there, but not as surprised as Jesse was by the sight of him.
The right side of Nick’s face was puffy and discolored, his eye swollen almost completely shut. There was a scab in the middle of his lower lip, too, and what looked to be finger-shaped bruising at the base of his throat.
Jesse was horrified. “Are y-you okay?”
Nick immediately went on the defensive. “What the fuck does it look like, genius?” He brushed past Jesse and started down the walkway. “I’m goin’ to Dre’s.”
“Is Sh-Shane here?” Jesse called after him.
“In his bedroom,” Nick answered without turning around.
Jesse stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. The interior was dark and mostly quiet, save for the faint strumming of a guitar coming from the back. He followed the sound to Shane’s bedroom and knocked tentatively.
“Not now, Nicky,” was the muffled response.
Jesse reached down and twisted the knob, opening the door just wide enough to squeeze inside the room and quickly push it shut it again. He didn’t think Shane’s father was in the house, but he was being cautious just in case. It seemed like every time Jesse saw the man he was pissed off about something. “It’s me.”
Shane was sitting on the edge of his bed with his acoustic guitar in his lap. His head jerked up at Jesse’s voice and his eyes went wide.
Jesse’s stomach dropped as they stared at each other in silence. Shane didn’t look as bad as Nicky, but he wasn’t much better off. There was bruising on the right side of his face, from his temple down to the top of his cheekbone, and the area surrounding his eye was a bit puffy.
“Aww, fuck, Jess.” Shane turned his head so that the bruised side was hidden. “I told you I’d see you Sunday.”
Jesse crossed the room to stand in front of him. He could guess what had probably happened, but he wanted to hear it from Shane. He reached out to take the guitar from Shane’s lap and rested it against the side of the nightstand. “I was worried. Tell me what happened. Was it your dad?”
Shane was quiet for a long time. Eventually, he nodded. “Yeah. He caught Nicky with a blunt last night and he went off on him. Fuckin’ asshole. Like we don’t know he smokes that shit, too.” Shane sighed and shook his head. “Anyway, I heard what was going on and ran upstairs. I was only trying to stop him, but he thought I wanted to fight.”
“I’m sorry.” Jesse didn’t know what else to say. He’d known that Shane and Nick’s father hit them sometimes, but he’d never seen the evidence before now. He wondered how many times Shane might have hidden it from him in the past. “You and Nicky need to get out of this house. Maybe the three of us should look into an apartment. Nick will be eighteen soon. Your dad can’t keep him here after that, and there are some cheaper ones near campus. Maybe we could—”
He broke off when Shane finally turned his head to look at him again. Shane’s eyes were dark with an emotion Jesse couldn’t read.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” Shane said softly.
The shame in his voice hit Jesse right in the gut. He reached out to touch Shane’s face, just below the bruise on his cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. This isn’t your fault.” Impulsively, he leaned down and brushed a soft kiss to Shane’s temple. He felt Shane shudder, heard his breath catch and then rush out in a shaky exhalation.
Jesse kissed him again, just the lightest touch on the corner of his mouth. “Shane, it’s okay. You don’t have to hide. No matter what, I—”
Shane’s lips cut off the rest of his words. His arms snaked around Jesse’s waist and tugged him even closer. Jesse groaned into the kiss as Shane’s tongue swirled around his. He threaded his fingers into the silky hair at Shane’s nape and pulled lightly.
It was different at this angle. Jesse wasn’t used to being the taller one. Shane normally towered over him by a good six inches or so, but with Shane sitting on the edge of the low bed and Jesse still standing, their usual roles were reversed. It was Shane who had his head tilted back, Shane whose arms came up to loop around his neck and yank him down instead of the other way around.
They tumbled back onto the bed with Jesse falling on top of Shane. Jesse’s thoughts instantly turned to how heavy he was and how Shane was probably feeling squished and uncomfortable beneath his weight. He tried to pull away but Shane wouldn’t let him. Shane’s hands settled on his ass and kept him locked in place, their pelvises pressed tightly together.
Jesse might have protested if Shane’s kisses weren’t so very distracting. Instead he gave in to them, kissing Shane with all of the pent up lust and yearning he’d been feeling since he first realized how crazy, head-over-heels in love he was with his best friend. He’d held it inside for so long, never thinking that Shane could fall for someone like him. But there they were, kissing and touching, and it was so absolutely amazing that Jesse thought his heart might just burst in chest from the unbearable sweetness of it all.
They went on like that for long, slow minutes, the kisses getting hotter and hotter, their hands growing more and more desperate, until Shane eventually tore his mouth away and started tugging on the hem of Jesse’s shirt. “Off. Want this off.”
Jesse shook his head and reached down to still Shane’s hands. He didn’t want Shane to see his bare chest. He was pudgy. Soft. His stomach wasn’t flat like Shane’s, and he certainly didn’t have a tight little six pack on his abs the way that Shane and Nick did.
No, I can’t. It’s too embarrassing. “Shane, I don’t w-want—”
Shane brushed Jesse’s hands away and tugged on the shirt again. “Come on. I wanna feel you.”
“I thought we already talked about this, Jess.”
Jesse blinked down at him.
Shane’s forehead wrinkled. “I mean, don’t you get it? I like the way you look. I wanna see you. God, I fuckin’ dream about it all the time.”
“But I don’t…look like you.”
“No kidding.” Shane rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to date someone who looks like me. I want you.” He reached for the bottom of Jesse’s shirt again and this time Jesse didn’t stop him. “Come on, sit up.”
Jesse obeyed, sitting upright on the bed. He removed his glasses and set them aside so that Shane could pull the shirt over his head. When he was done, Shane stripped off his own tank top and sent it flying across the room. He didn’t stop there, though. His hands went to the waistband of his jeans and he shoved the baggy material down, leaving himself naked except for his navy blue boxers.
Jesse didn’t know how he could feel so insecure and yet so turned on at the same time. Shane was perfect, all long, wiry muscle and flawless, caramel-colored skin. Even though he was almost naked, he lay there looking totally at ease and unselfconscious. Jesse didn’t blame him. If he looked like Shane, he wouldn’t have any reason to be self-conscious either. As it was, though, Shane’s near-nudity made him feel like every single one of his flaws was that much more pronounced.
But when he looked into Shane’s eyes he didn’t see any judgment there, just heat and longing and unhidden need. Jesse felt bolder in the face of that need. So that when Shane flicked a finger against the button of his cargo pants and gave him a questioning look, Jesse nodded and let Shane undo them. He lifted his hips and let Shane pull them off, and then when Shane curled his fingers into the top of Jesse’s boxers and asked for permission, Jesse said that was okay too.
Seconds later Shane’s boxers had joined Jesse’s on the carpet and they were lying face-to-face on the bed, limbs tangled, completely naked for the first time. Jesse trembled as one of Shane’s lightly furred thighs pressed between his own. Oh God…
“This okay?” Shane whispered. His fingertips trailed up and down Jesse’s spine in a slow, feathery caress.
Jesse shivered and tilted his head back so that Shane could press a kiss to his throat. “Y-yeah.”
Shane’s hand snuck between their bodies, his fingers curling around Jesse’s aching erection. Jesse shuddered at the touch, instinctively arching his back and pressing into the circle of Shane’s fist.
“Tell me how far I can go, babe.” Shane’s lips brushed Jesse’s ear as he spoke. His hand had started up a languid stroke that made Jesse’s entire body tremble. “I’m not tryin’ to rush you, I swear. I just wanna make you feel good.”
Jesse swallowed nervously. He wanted Shane to make him feel good. He wanted to make Shane feel good in return. There was so much he still had to learn, and he wanted Shane to be the one to teach him everything. Jesse wanted to try out all of the rest of it, he really did. But he needed things to go slow. “What do you want to do?”
Shane released Jesse’s cock and slid his hand over Jesse’s hip to cup one of his cheeks. He squeezed lightly, and the feel of that warm palm, and those fingertips, calloused from years of playing the guitar, sent a frisson of pleasure up Jesse’s back.
When one of Shane’s long fingers traced his cleft and skimmed over his entrance, Jesse couldn’t stop himself from burying his face against Shane’s neck to hide his embarrassment. He was breathing hard and he felt like his entire body was blushing. Having Shane touch him there was both scary and exhilarating all at once.
“Do it,” he whispered against the skin of Shane’s throat. “Touch me.”
“Yeah?” The eagerness in Shane’s voice was hard to miss. “You sure?”
Jesse couldn’t bring himself to look up at him. Instead he just nodded and curled one of his arms around Shane’s waist.
Shane pressed a quick kiss to his temple. “Roll over, babe. Lay on your stomach.”
Jesse did as Shane asked and turned his head away to face the wall. Nerves made his pulse race and blood roar in his ears. He felt the bed shift as Shane got up, heard the click of the door being locked and the sound of a drawer being opened. The brightness from the overhead light made him feel exposed, vulnerable. When it switched off and the room was cast into darkness save from the orangey glow from one of the streetlamps outside, he almost sighed with relief. Suddenly the mood in the room seemed so much more intimate and his insecurity faded a bit with the knowledge that his body was partially hidden by the shadows.
Shane settled on the mattress beside him again. Jesse sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of Shane’s long, lean body pressed against his side and a big, warm hand trailing down the length of his spine.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” Shane’s voice was husky and deep. Jesse shivered.
Shane’s hand left his back. Jesse heard him fumbling with something and then Shane’s fingers were between his legs again, this time slick with some cool, slippery substance.
“This is just so it doesn’t hurt,” Shane whispered into his ear as his fingertips parted Jesse’s cheeks and circled his entrance.
Jesse tried not to tense up. He’d never touched himself there, not for pleasure. Not even late at night when he was alone in his bedroom, thinking of Shane and stroking himself off in the dark. It felt strange, but strangely good at the same time. He wanted more.
“Do it,” Jesse said, just loud enough to be heard above the whir of Shane’s fan. He was sure his face was probably bright red. At that moment, he didn’t care. Even if Shane had been able to see him, he wouldn’t have cared. His skin felt hot and needy, as if every single nerve ending craved Shane’s touch, and his erection throbbed, trapped between his body and the mattress. He wanted to grind down against it, but he managed to hold himself still as one of Shane’s fingers slowly pushed inside.
Oh…” Jesse trembled and buried his face in one of Shane’s pillows.
“Okay? Need me to stop?”
Jesse shook his head.
Shane slid his finger in deeper. His cock was hard against Jesse’s hip.
“Spread your legs a bit.” Shane’s voice was little more than a whisper, right up next to Jesse’s ear.
Jesse shivered and did as he asked. The action let Shane slide his finger even further inside and he touched something that made Jesse jump as if he’d been shocked.
“Oh God, wh-what—” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as Shane rubbed that place again, nice and slow. Precum beaded at the tip of his shaft, leaking out onto the comforter. Jesse couldn’t stop himself from grinding down into the mattress that time. He needed…gah, he just needed something. He wasn’t sure what.
“Feel good?” Shane murmured, his warm breath radiating across the sweat-slick skin of Jesse’s nape.
“I’m gonna add another finger, babe.”
Shane withdrew his finger and slowly added a second. Having two inside made it a little more uncomfortable. Jesse still didn’t want Shane to stop, but he whimpered into the fabric of the pillow at the burny-stretch.
“It’ll get better, baby, I promise.” Shane was thrusting subtly against Jesse’s hip, the action mimicking the movement of his fingers as he slid them in and out. “You feel so good. So tight and hot. One day it’s gonna be my cock inside you, stretching you.”
Jesse shuddered at Shane’s words, at the sting of a soft bite on his shoulder.
“Do you want that?” Shane said.
The only answer Jesse could give was a moan. Yeah. Yeah, he did want that.
“I want it.” Shane nipped at one of Jesse’s earlobes, just hard enough to cause a tiny bit of pain. His fingers brushed that wonderful, sensitive spot that made Jesse’s entire body quake. “I want you so bad. I wanna feel you come with me inside.” Shane’s mouth slid down Jesse’s throat. When he reached the base, he paused to suck lightly at the skin above Jesse’s racing pulse. “Tell me you want me, too.”
Jesse groaned when Shane’s fingers flexed. The stretching sensation had gone from discomfort to oh-God-so- good. He could hardly draw in a breath to answer, but eventually he managed a few words. “I d-do. I want you.”
“You want my cock in you?” Shane moved his fingers and his hips faster, grinding hard against Jesse’s side.
“You want me to make you come?”
Jesse trembled, pushing back into Shane’s touch. “Y-yeah.”
“Look at me, Jess.”
Jesse forced himself to turn his head and open his eyes. Shane’s face was only a couple inches from his. The light from outside was just bright enough for Jesse to make out Shane’s features—his high cheekbones, his lips, still swollen from their earlier kisses.
“You’re beautiful,” Shane whispered, and then he leaned forward and covered Jesse’s mouth with his.
Jesse parted his lips to let Shane in. For the first time ever, Jesse didn’t doubt Shane’s words. He could tell by the way Shane kissed him, touched him, that Shane really did think he was beautiful. Shane needed him, wanted him. It was enough to bring tears to his eyes.
Shane broke the kiss. He was panting and the movement of his hips had gotten more erratic. Jesse could tell he was close. Jesse was too, just from the feel of Shane’s fingers and the friction against his cock from the mattress.
Jess…” Shane groaned. “I wanna be your first and your last. No one else but me, ever.”
Jesse shuddered. Shane’s fingers were buried in him as deep as they could go. He was rubbing and rubbing at that spot, driving Jesse crazy.
“Promise me, Jess.”
Jesse tried to talk, tried to think. Shane was making him feel so good, so very good, it was almost impossible.
“Promise me,” Shane said again.
Jesse finally choked out an answer, “I p-promise, Shane. No one else but you. Ever.”
Shane groaned and shook against him. Jesse felt the warmth of Shane’s release on his skin. That was all it took for him to lose it, too. His back bowed and he came, Shane’s name tearing from his mouth on a long moan, his eyelids squeezing shut.
When the tremors stopped and Jesse’s breathing had calmed, Shane gently withdrew his fingers and rested his palm on the small of Jesse’s back.
“Are you okay, babe? Did I hurt you?”
Jesse turned so that he was facing Shane and pressed close. He nestled his head into the crook where Shane’s neck met his shoulder and wrapped an arm around Shane’s waist. Now that it was over, he felt suddenly shy again, but he didn’t want Shane to worry. “You didn’t hurt me. It felt really good.”
“I didn’t push too far?” Shane’s voice rumbled under Jesse’s cheek.
Jesse pressed even closer. “No. Not at all.”
“I meant what I said. I don’t ever want anyone else but you, Jess.”
“I don’t want anyone else either. Only you.”
Shane’s fingers threaded into his hair. He pulled Jesse’s head back and kissed him again, slow and tender and sweet.
“I want to tell the guys,” Shane whispered against Jesse’s lips. It wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned it. “I wanna be with you for real, Jess, out in the open. We shouldn’t have to hide.”
Jesse closed his eyes. He wanted that too. He was just so nervous about what Nicky and Dre would think, what their parents would think. As much as he wanted it—to be out and proud and tell everyone that Shane was his—he just wasn’t ready to take that last step. The thought of it was too scary. “Give me some time, okay? I just…I need a little more time.”
He felt Shane’s nod. “Okay. But soon, Jess. I’m tired of pretending.”
“I know. I promise, Shane. Soon.”
He fell asleep to the sound of Shane’s heartbeat in his ear. They had the rest of their lives. Shane had said so before. They both wanted the same thing. A few more weeks couldn’t cause any harm.

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Part One: First Night
Part Two: Me Too

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Tuesday Freebie - "Me Too" - A "Moonlight Becomes You" Short

Me Too

“Ugh, it’s hot!”

Shane flopped back on Jesse’s bed. He rolled a semi-frozen water bottle back and forth on his forehead until little rivulets ran down his face and neck onto the comforter. Shane’s black hair was shiny from a few minutes before when he’d dumped his one other bottle over his head. It had also made his already thin tank stick to his skin in the most interesting ways. Jesse turned on the fan and faked a chuckle to hide the fact that Shane all wet and sprawled out on his bed made him think things that...oohhh, damn. Stop it, you ass. Say something!

"Yeah, you think?" he teased. "It's summer in Chicago. You're just being a wimp." Still, Jesse couldn't help it. He leaned over and ran his fingers down that damp tank top, dying to feel the skin underneath. But they were still new. Way too new for that kind of thing, right? Jesse still couldn’t believe that it had actually happened. That day a few weeks before when Shane had kissed him for the first time, when everything had changed between them, still felt like a fantasy. His most hidden favorite fantasy. But it was real. Impossibly, crazily real. Jesse was still waiting to wake up.

I want to touch him…He’d been wanting to touch Shane since they’d met back in high school. God, that felt like a lifetime ago. Far more than the two years it really was.

Shane reached up and pulled, tumbling Jesse down next to him. He rolled over and covered Jesse’s mouth in a sweet kiss. Jesse’s breathing sped up. He couldn't help it.

 Even though he and Shane had been seeing each other as far more than friends for weeks, they’d been keeping their growing feelings away from the rest of the band. It was getting harder by the day. And even with their new, well, whatever it was, just between the two of them, Jesse still couldn’t get used to it. He couldn’t get used to Shane’s gorgeous mouth on his, used to hearing Shane tell him how much he liked him, used to the fact that beautiful, cool as hell Shane Ventura wanted to be with himdorky, chubby, awkward him. Why?

“Jess?…Babe? What’s up?” Shane lifted his head and reached for Jesse’s hand, threading their fingers together.

“Nothing. I just—”

“Listen, Jess.” Oh, God he’s gonna break up with me. I knew this was too good to be true.  He’s gonna— “I wanna tell the guys.”

Jesse choked. “What?”

“They’re not completely mental—well, I guess my brother is. But they have to know something is up. I can barely keep my hands off you during rehearsal. I don’t like this secrecy shit.”

Jesse’s already hot face turned beet red. He could feel it. He buried it in the comforter. What would the guys think? They’d tell Shane he was nuts for going after someone as lame as Jesse. Shane had boys all over him constantly…well, except for lately. Oh, Jesus, the band probably has noticed...

“What?” Shane chuckled. “I don’t care who knows, babe. It sucks not being able to be near you like I want to just ’cause Dre or Nicky might be watching. You hafta know I wanna kiss you, like, all the damn time.”

Why?” Jesse wasn’t fishing for compliments. He really didn’t understand.

“You actually mean that?”

Jesse nodded his head miserably. Shane lifted his chin. “Because you’re smart, and funny, and I can’t even hear a single note you sing without getting all turned on…and, well, because I’m falling for you. Like, hard.” Shane’s forehead wrinkled, his eyes went puppy-dog droopy. “Don’t you feel the same way about me?”

Shane’s sudden insecurity was sweet and sad and so very endearing. “Of course I do. But you’re Shane. I’m just…” A nerd. Ugly, squishy, pale, and too damn blind to get rid of these dumb ass glasses.

“There is no ‘just’ anything. Jess, you’re my boyfriend. Right? I never asked officially but I was hoping…”

Jesse nodded. He didn’t even try to conceal his slow smile. “And you really don’t care that I’m not hot like you?”

He snuggled up to Shane experimentally. Other than their very first ‘I can’t believe it’s happening and holy crap it’s so crazy good’ kiss, Jesse had never instigated any of their physical encounters. He’d always been afraid that the perfect fantasy he’d been living in would disappear and Shane would push him away. Didn’t happen. Shane wrapped damp arms around Jesse’s shoulders and kissed him hard.

“You’re perfect. Quit saying that shit.”

“Nicky doesn’t think so.”

Shane snorted. “My brother’s an asshole. He doesn’t see what I see. And if he did, I’d have to kick his ass.”

“Or wax his nuts.” Jesse giggled.

Shane sighed. “I’m never telling anyone I did that again.”

“What? It’s funny!”

“I was in high school.”

Oooooh, and now that you’re mister big man at twenty you’re so much more mature?” Jesse rolled his eyes at Shane.

“You know what?” Shane chuckled and pushed Jesse back against the mattress. He laughed and poked until Jesse was giggling and almost gasping for breath. Jesse tried to tickle him back, but Shane was too quick and he squirmed out of Jesse’s grasp and pounced again.

Ouch, you win! I can’t breathe.” Jesse gave up quickly. He was ready for more kissing—not so easy when he was trying to drag air into his lungs.

Shane raised his eyebrows. “So, no more shit about what you think you look like?”

Jesse hesitated. “Yeah, but I’m still not sure we should tell the guys. Bandmates aren’t supposed to date each other. It’s bad rock ’n’ roll karma or something.”

Shane rolled his eyes. “They’re gonna figure it out. I refuse to act like we’re not together for the rest of our lives.” The rest of our… Jesse choked but he hugged Shane closer. Shane’s voice was soft in his ear. “Babe, I’m sorry if that freaked you out, but it’s how I feel. I’m in—”

Jesse wasn’t ready to hear any more. He wanted to but it was just too much too soon. He’d always figured he would end up alone. To go from that to ‘the rest of our lives’ was a bit overwhelming. He dove into Shane’s lips, kissing him aggressively, completely, deeply, for the first time.

Shane moaned against his mouth. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”

“What?” Jesse could hardly breathe.

“Just fuckin’…kiss me. I’m never sure you want it like I do.”

“I do. Always.” Jesse couldn’t believe that Shane would be unsure of anyone, let alone someone like him.

“C’mere, Jess. Kiss me again.”

So he did. He wrapped his hand around Shane’s neck, fingers delving into the damp silky strands of his hair, and yanked Shane’s face to his. The kiss was different than most of their kisses had been before. Where there had been sweetness there was heat, soft touches were replaced by grasping desperate hands. Tongues swirled and Jesse fisted his hand in Shane’s hair. He pulled—and not very gently.

Shane moaned and tossed his thigh over Jesse’s hip. “Jess

Jesse moaned in return. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. In a moment of boldness, he ran his hands down Shane’s back and cupped his ass through baggy jeans. Shane tilted his hips closer to Jesse’s and deepened their kiss. He moved to his belt and fumbled with it for a moment before his jeans went loose under Jesse’s hand.

Yes. I want to. His heart crashed—pound, pound, pound, pound—against his ribs. Jesse slipped his hand inside jeans and boxers until he was caressing the warm bare skin of Shane’s perfect butt. Shane shivered hard and his back bowed, bringing his hips down on Jesse’s. His mouth, that beautiful mouth, suctioned itself to Jesse’s neck and Jesse shivered in return.

“Aw, fuck babe. I wanna touch you, too,” Shane breathed.

Jesse froze, trembling.


Shane couldn’t believe how fucking turned on he was, just from one little damn kiss. But he should’ve believed it because it was like that every single time he and Jesse kissed. At the beginning he’d been nervous. He didn’t want to ruin the most important friendship he’d ever had, but with each kiss he wanted more, with every touch he knew he’d never be able to stop.

He was in love with his best friend and it was new and scary and perfect and so fucking beautiful that half the time he felt like he was just going to take off flying at any moment.

“Jess, what’s wrong? You don’t want me to touch you?” Please say it's okay. I'm dying

“I just thought you wouldn’t want to…because, well, you know.”

Shane slipped his hands beneath Jesse’s T-shirt, wedging them between Jesse’s back and the bed. Jesse arched to give him more room. The skin on his back was smooth and a little damp from the heat. Shane wanted more. He had to feel more.

“Jess, do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?” And he was. His spiky hair was all askew, glasses long lost to the carpet, those big gray eyes were shining up at Shane and his mouth was parted and wet, begging for more kisses. Shane wanted to show Jesse everything. Wanted to be his first. “I want whatever is okay with you.”


Ah, shit, he’s nervous. He never stutters like that anymore.

“It’s okay. Only if you want to. We can just kiss.” Shane ran his fingers through Jesse’s silky spikes and kissed him again, soft and romantic like they usually did.

“N-no. I want you to do it. I do.” With trembling hands, Jesse unbuttoned his cargo shorts and loosened the zipper. Shane couldn’t help grinning at him. He’d wanted to touch Jesse for so long. Shane lowered his head to kiss Jesse again, slow and deep, sexual, hot. Jesse shook against him and arched up instinctively.

“Yeah, like that, babe.” Shane slipped his hands into Jesse’s shorts and shuddered when he finally got a hold of Jesse’s bare, and surprisingly muscular ass. Yes, yes, yes. They were kissing and grabbing and touching and it felt like nothing Shane had ever done before, even though he thought he’d done it all.

Shane,” Jesse whispered. Just his name. But the longing and desire in that one word turned him inside out.

“What do you need, baby? Let me do it.”

Jesse buried his face in the crook of Shane’s neck. Then he took one of Shane’s suddenly trembling hands and curled it around his sizable erection. Damn. Shane hadn’t been expecting that. But it was nice. More than nice.

“Please,” was all Jesse said. “Touch me.”

Oh, hell yeah! Shane thought it would be months before they were anywhere near where his hand currently was but he wasn’t questioning the gift. He captured Jesse’s mouth with his and started stroking, slow and firm, until he figured out how Jesse liked it best.

“Sh-Shane?” Jesse was shaking, his face pink around summer freckles.

“You okay, babe?” Shane slowed his stroking. Jesse nodded and gulped. “Want more?”

“Yeah. More. It feels so good.”

“Lift your hips up,” Shane whispered. Then he dragged Jesse’s shorts down to his thighs until his deliciously thick erection popped free.

“What are you doing, Shane?” Jesse’s voice was reduced to a whisper.

“Shhh.” Shane grinned. “You’ll like it.”

Then he lowered his head and took his first long taste of Jesse’s pretty pink cock. God, it felt good against his tongue. Shane slid down slowly until he had all of Jesse in his mouth, nudging against his throat. Jesse gasped and arched from the bed. His hand reflexively came to land on Shane’s shoulder and he squeezed hard. Shane wanted to smile, but he couldn’t stand to stop what he was doing. It was everything he’d fantasized about late at night when he was alone, thinking of the way Jesse kissed, or that sideways smile he’d get when Shane had said something dumb. Shane couldn’t have fantasized the way Jesse’s little grunts of pleasure got higher when he was excited, couldn’t have imagined his salty taste, or that warm hand on Shane’s shoulder telling him not to ever, ever stop.

Shane sucked hard, pulling up until he released Jesse with a pop. His mouth was replaced by his hand, squeezing, stroking, feeling. It was all way too perfect.

“Feel good?” he asked. He didn’t give Jesse much of a chance to reply before they were kissing again. Jesse moaned, desperate and sweet, against his lips. Shane could feel him tremble, feel the surge in the hard shaft beneath his palm. Jesse was so close but he was fighting it.

“Shane, I…”

“I know, baby. Let it happen. Just…let go.”

Didn’t take long. Jesse convulsed, mouth open in a silent scream and Shane’s hand was filled with warm wetness. He didn’t even look down. All he could do was stare at Jesse’s face and stroke softly, watching the shivers, reveling in Jesse’s reaction.

“Jess, you feel so good. I…” He didn’t know what to say. There was too much in his head, not enough, so much more than he’d ever imagined saying to anyone, let alone his sweet, awkward best friend with the surprising spine of steel.

Jesse had his face buried in Shane’s neck again. Shane wasn’t going to let him hide.

“What is it? Jesse?”

“Nothing, I’m just…embarrassed, I guess.”

“Why? Didn’t it feel good?” Jesse snorted into Shane’s neck. Shane lifted his head by his chin.

Yes, okay? Of course it felt good. Better than good. I just…fuck…like a damn twelve year old.”

“And you’re embarrassed about that?” Shane chuckled and pulled him close. “I’d have been worried if you didn’t lose control. Jess, what do you think would happen if you touched me?” Jesse looked up at him with wide eyes and Shane nodded. “Off like a rocket. Ten seconds flat.”

“Shane, I—” Shane knew what Jesse was thinking. He could see it right there in those beautiful gray eyes. But it was hard to say. Scary as goddamned hell, too. He let Jesse off the hook.

“I know, babe. Me too.”

Me too.


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