Tuesday Tickle: Love Underground

Voilà, my incredibly NOT inventive title. This is my short story in the Absolute Write fundraising anthology. 60, 000 words of smutty goodness, for both folks that like boys that like girls, and folks that like boys that like boys. My story, of course, is about a boy who likes a boy, who likes him back.

It’s got something for everyone: a little kink, a little sweet romance, a lot of raunch 😀 and a whole pile of emotion. On top of that, all proceeds from the anthology go to the Absolute Write forums, where beginning writers can learn the rules of the game, get help, find encouragement and–in their turn–pass on their experience to newer writers. This is where your next favourite writer comes from, folks–buy a book, read some excellent writing and ensure a steady supply of new and wonderful stories in your future. (By the way, we are planning a second one–calls for submission will be going up soon).

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In the meantime, here’s a bit of Jaime and Henry, from my story Love Underground:

I took a deep breath and Jaime took a kiss, which was a very nice way to end a breath. I tried to keep the kiss going but he was determined to drag me further into the abyss, so I sighed and made sure I got to keep one of his hands for my trouble. He grinned at me, as if he knew what I was thinking, but it was worth it for the hand.

And I was going to need it. In front of us, the cave narrowed until it looked like a ten year old wouldn’t fit through.

“Ummmm, Jaime, are you planning to go through there?”

He used the hand I had confiscated to pull me up against him. I snuggled into the warmth of his chest and breathed in his scent. He laughed and kissed me, one large hand covering the one I had slid into the back pocket of his shorts. I squeezed his ass and genteelly humped his leg—an open invitation to cancel the hike and find someplace warmer and less damp.

“You know,” I continued, undulating against him, “we could just go home and have a little private party.” A grin tugged at the corners of my mouth as I felt his interest pushing back against me. “C’mon, whaddya say?”

He laughed and kissed me, leaving me panting and completely at his mercy. “I swear, you’ll love this. Trust me. I’ve never steered you wrong, have I?” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he waited patiently for me to talk myself around.

I sighed and looked toward the crack he wanted to squash me through. “How do you know we can even get through there? What if we get stuck half way?”

“Henry, do you really think I’d take you somewhere dangerous? Besides, I checked it out this morning while you were getting your beauty sleep.”

“And did it work?” Oh, shameless of me, I know, but who doesn’t like a good compliment when half the world was waiting to fall on their head?

“Did what work?”

Ouch. “The beauty sleep, you goof!”

His arms tightened and he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “You’ve never needed it.” And if his lips against my skin hadn’t already been setting off streaks of heat heading straight for my groin, that phrase would have done it.

I thought I had successfully escaped my fate when his hand slid down to cup my ass, but he pulled back and took another step towards the crack in the wall.

“C’mon, I’ll go first.”

With a sigh, and five or six deep breaths to store as much oxygen as possible, I let him lead me into the darker dark.

About the author: Kate Lowell

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