Monday, July 09, 2007

Second Chances - Part 18

Journey to the Dark Side is officially released! *doing happy dance*

Also, I've signed up for a Writing Challenge called Seventy Days of Sweat. By the end of the 70 days, I should have near 100,000 words written and at least 2 of my 3 projects completed *crossing fingers* I was looking for something to get me into gear with these plot bunnies that are just hanging around. Maybe this is just the thing I need :)

Okay, enough of a wait...here's the next part to Second Chances

Part 18

“Damn it all to hell!” Ryan cursed in frustration as the picture frame fell from his hands and the glass shattered. He dropped to his knees, tears blurring his vision. His good hand reached to his wounded shoulder as if the bracing motion would sooth the constant ache that had taken up residence. His entire body slumped forward toward the picture until a lone tear fell in the mist of the broken wood and glass.

“Jerry,” he breathed.

Ryan closed his eyes to block any more tears, but still he could see the picture as clearly in his mind as the day it was taken. Halloween two years before. Jerry was Zorro while he had chosen the Robin Hood costume. It was the last holiday they would celebrate together. The depth of his despair and depression drew him into his memories.

“We’re going to be late for your sister’s party if you don’t get your butt in gear.” Ryan shouted from the kitchen. “If you think I’m going to take the wrath of Lonni alone then you…” his words died when his lover stepped into the kitchen. “Holy shit,” he murmured, eyeing Jerry decked out in a Zorro costume.

“Not bad, huh?” Jerry smirked, turning in a circle so Ryan could take in the black outfit, cape flaring.

“Never bad. But damn, you look sexy,” Ryan was practically drooling. His hand twitched to grab hold of the love of his life and make mad, passionate love to him. “So fucking sexy.”

Jerry sauntered across the kitchen, his dark eyes glittering with familiar desire.

“You could pass for the real Zorro.” Ryan lifted a hand and his fingers traced Jerry’s jaw. His darker skin tone inherited from his Hispanic ancestry looked even darker next to his fairer complexion. The man was hot without the help of a costume, but the black really accented his coloring; bringing about a lustful need and a hard cock in the space of a breath.

Jerry chuckled. “And what injustice am I to save you from?” he spoke this time with a heavy Spanish accent.

Ryan looked thoughtful for a moment before a slow smile slipped onto his lips. He took Jerry’s hand and placed it on his cock that was straining uncomfortably against his tights. Yes, tights. Robin Hood wouldn’t dare to be seen without tights, right?

“The injustice of enduring a hard-on for the rest of the night.”

Even with the mask on, Ryan could tell that Jerry’s eyebrow cocked up. “Didn’t you say something about running late?”

Ryan stepped closer to Jerry. “Late?” Then their lips touched, tongues meeting for an erotic dance of desire.

“I love you, Ryan.” Jerry pulled away and their eyes locked. His hand cupped Ryan’s chin, thumb brushing over the swollen flesh. “You’ve saved my life in so many ways. I can’t imagine life without you around.”

“Never gonna happen,” Ryan protested before resuming their kissing.
A knock on the door brought Ryan out of his nostalgia. He blinked several times trying to clear the tears still pooling in his eyes. He was shocked to find blood dripping from one of his fingers and onto the shattered glass.

“Shit,” he groused, rising from the floor and grabbed a kitchen towel to wrap around the cut. The knock came again, this time not as strong. Ryan cursed again as he walked to the door.

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