Rob Colton's Blog, page 17

Here’s Chapter 12 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan.

“Here comes your boyfriend.”

On hearing Leslie’s sing-songy voice, Noah didn’t even look up from the stack of books. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” he replied automatically.

He couldn’t help but turn and look, though. Eli had walked into the library’s front door. Wearing his security uniform and a dark pair of sunglasses, he strutted in like a badass. He looked damn good in that uniform, tight across his big chest and arms, snug in the crotch and ass. And Noah knew exactly what the man looked like underneath the uniform. All muscles and fur and tattoos.

He wasn’t expecting Eli to show up at his work though. Why was the man here? Did Eli think they were… boyfriends? And weren’t they way too old for that label?

The man was a distraction, that was all. Some rebound fun. Noah’s life was too messed up right now to have a boyfriend. He needed to make sure the man knew that.

“Hey, baby,” Eli whispered as he leaned over the counter. Grabbing Noah’s lanyard, he pulled the man closer. He puckered his lips, expecting a kiss.

“Uh…”

When Eli didn’t move, Noah gave Eli a quick peck on the lips. His face was hot as he pulled away and he knew he was blushing like a teenage virgin. He could hear the snickering of Leslie and Nicholas behind him and he resisted the urge to throw up.

Eli pulled his sunglasses off and stashed them in his shirt pocket. He had a big grin on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Noah asked.

“I’m on lunch and I just wanted to stop in and see my favorite librarian.”

“Your favorite, huh? You know other librarians?”

“Sure I do. Leslie over there. And Nicky.”

“That’s Nicholas, thank you very much,” the young man interjected.

Eli looked over Noah’s shoulder and raised an eyebrow at the clerk. “And that’s why you’re not my favorite.”

Noah couldn’t help but smile.

Turning back to Noah, Eli leaned in close. “So, you got time for a quickie?”

Noah’s brows shot up his forehead. “A what?”

“A quick bite to eat. But if you got something else in mind, I’m all in.” Eli wiggled his eyebrows.

Leslie stepped up and pushed Noah from behind the counter. “He’s got time. Go have fun.”

* * * *

“Oh god, baby,” Eli rasped in Noah’s ear as he ground his body on top of the smaller man.

Noah let his head fall back against the seat and he let out a soft moan.

“Open the glove compartment and grab a rubber.”

“Eli, no.” Noah tried to sit up, to slide out from under Eli. “Not here.”

“Why not?”

Eli had taken Noah to lunch. After a quick bite, they drove back to the library. What started out as a simple kiss quickly escalated into a full on make-out session. Eli currently had Noah flat on his back on the bench seat of his pickup truck.

“Why not? Because we’re adults, not teenagers.”

“You make me feel like a teenager. Since I met you I’m so fucking horny all the time.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to let you take me for the first time in the front seat of a pickup truck.”

“You’re right. My only excuse is when I’m around you, all my blood leaves my brain to go south. Our first time will be special.”

Eli and Noah sat up.

“Look, Eli…”

Shit. Was he about to be dumped?

“You’re a great guy…”

Damn!

“You know I just got out of a twenty-year relationship. I want to keep seeing you, but can we just keep it casual?”

Eli frowned. “What do you mean casual? Like no strings fucking? Fucking other people?”

“Well, that’s not exactly how I’d put it.”

“I’m not interesting in seeing other people, Noah. If you want to see other people… I can’t.”

“I can’t be in a relationship right now, Eli. My life is complicated.”

Eli reached out and took Noah’s hand. “All I know is this, what we have, is good. There’s nothing complicated about it, unless you make try to make it complicated.”

“I’m not trying to make things complicated. Things just are. I have Derek. I have find an apartment. I have to move. It’s not that I don’t want to see you…”

“How about this? I’ll try not to come on so strong. But I really want to keep seeing you. Just you. No one else.”

Noah nodded. “Okay. So… Maybe on your next night off we could go out on a date?”

“I’d love that. How about this Sunday?”

“Sunday is good.”

* * * *

Noah spent the evening going to apartment listings online. He had narrowed his choices down and just needed to take a look at them in person to make a final decision.

When his cell phone vibrated, he reached over and picked it up. He had received a text message from Eli.

What’s up? Thinking about you. But just casually

Noah laughed. Looking at apartments

Cool. Don’t forget about our date Sunday

I won’t

Here’s a little something to jog your memory so you know what you’re getting

After a moment, Noah received a picture from Eli. Eli had posed shirtless for the selfie, a full body shot, showing his beefy chest and hard belly in all its hirsute glory. He held his tatted arm up in a bodybuilder pose, flexing it to make the bicep bulge. Speaking of bulge, the sweat shorts Eli wore were tight across the groin, outlining the distinct shape of his flaccid penis.

You are so bad!

Yes I am, but I know how to please my boy ;)

Noah was no boy, but he had to admit to himself that yes, Eli definitely knew how to please him.

* * * *

The Wednesday Brief bloggers have a new web site. You can now read a snippet of all of the free Wednesday Briefs stories in one place, then jump to each site. Check out all the free stories!

http://wedbriefsfic.com/

The winner of The Ranch Foreman audio book giveaway was Scott!

I actually had two copies to give away, and shhp61 won the second.

Congratulations to both winners and thanks to everyone who participated.

And look out for another giveaway on Black Friday as a special Thanksgiving treat!

To celebrate the release of the The Ranch Foreman audio edition, I am giving away a free copy of the audio book from Audible.com.

To enter the contest, all you have to do is leave a comment on this post. Be sure to include your e-mail address so I know how to get in contact with you if you win.

The contest ends Monday night at 11:59PM Eastern Time.

Good luck!

http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/The-Ranch-Foreman-Audiobook/B00GOYO7LO/

Today I received an email from All Romance eBooks that The Cassini Mission has moved up to the #1 position on their Bestseller chart! The title is also in the Top 5 in its category on Amazon. Thank you to everyone for your support! I really do appreciate it.

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thecassinimission-1350114-145.html

In other new release news, The Ranch Foreman audio book was released this week. It is available from Audible, Amazon, or through iTunes. It was narrated by Max Lehnen.

Amazon.com

Audible.com

iTunes

Here’s Chapter 11 of my free Wednesday Briefs blog story, Noah’s New Plan.

I stuck pretty close to the 1000 word limit. The plot prompt I used this week was “May I help you with that?” :-)

This week’s chapter is for mature audiences so the entirety of the text isn’t visible on the home page. The “read more” button will take you to the full chapter.

"So, is it true what you said? Or are you just trying to get into my pants?"

Noah stroked his hand down the front of Eli’s chest. The thick curls of hair tickled his fingertips, the softness a sharp contrast to the hard muscle underneath. He had played it off at the bar, but it was actually quite nice, and very sexy. Derek had always shaved his chest hair. Noah had no idea what he was missing all these years.

Eli untied the red Spartan cape from around his neck and tossed it over the back of a chair. “No lie. I can’t come from blowjobs.”

"Like never?" Noah shot him a suspect look.

"Okay, the first time a guy took me in his mouth, yeah. But even though he scraped the shit out of me with his teeth, finally having someone’s mouth on my dick was too much. Of course I was like fifteen. He could have bit it off and I probably still would have came."

Eli laughed and Noah joined in.

"Yeah. I can imagine."

Eli pulled Noah closer. “So, I was your first blowjob, huh?”

"That’s so embarrassing."

"Not for you. Your ex is a selfish prick.”

Eli turned Noah and gave him a gentle push. When the back of Noah’s knees hit the sofa, he went down, landing flat on his back. Eli was right behind him, tossing himself on top of Noah. The weight of Eli’s bigger body pushed a grunt from Noah.

"You’re heavy," Noah whispered as he stared up at Eli.

"Mm-hmm. Damn, I like having you under me."

"Not so fast, Spartan."

Eli unhooked the bullwhip from Noah’s belt. “I could tie you down with this… Make you my love slave… Indy.”

His hands moved to Noah’s safari shirt. Slowly and methodically, he unbuttoned every button one at a time. When his hands came in contact with Noah’s bare skin, Noah arched up, needing the warmth of the other man’s touch.

Noah’s hips twisted as he tried to get Eli’s hands to move further south. A whisper fell from his lips as he begged, “Please.”

Eli took his time unbuckling and unzipping Noah’s pants. The man was trying to drive him crazy and it was working. By the time Eli had pulled his dick out, Noah was squirming uncontrollably on the sofa. “Please, Eli.”

When Eli finally took him into his mouth, Noah slumped back into the sofa and just moaned. He laid back and let the big man pleasure him. He had never felt anything so good. And just like last time, it didn’t take long for Eli to bring him off.

"Eli…"

Noah gripped the couch in his fists as his body went taut. He came, his dick pulsing into Eli’s mouth.

Once Noah could talk again, he sat up on his elbows and looked at the bulge in Eli’s briefs. “May I help you with that?”

* * * *

Eli lifted his ass so that Noah could slip his trunks off. He leaned back against the sofa, legs spread wide, and linked his hands behind his head. His hard-on stood large and in charge, jutting from a bush of dark curls. His balls hung low and heavy between his legs.

Kneeling between Eli’s legs, Noah just stared open-mouthed at Eli’s impressive dick. “You’re huge.”

"Show me what you got."

Noah wrapped his hand around the base and took the head into his mouth.

Eli closed his eyes as Noah’s hot, wet mouth began to work its magic. Slow and steady, he moved up and down, sucking and slurping. His tongue fluttered along the base, swirling around the head. It felt damn good, but Eli knew he wouldn’t be able to come from this. The last thing he wanted to do was discourage Noah, though.

Noah pulled off for a moment, took a breath and slowly let it out. He took Eli into his mouth so deep that he gagged and had to pull back.

"Shit," Eli groaned. Now that felt good.

"God, you’re big." Noah panted as he wiped his mouth and nose. He didn’t give up, though. He tried again and again until he buried his nose in Eli’s pubes.

Eli bucked his hips up and let out a long groan. “Fuck!”

Noah choked and gagged, but didn’t pull off. He began to bob up and down, faster, sucking harder.

So fucking hot.

Eli moved his hands to Noah’s head. He pumped his hips up, sending his cock to the back of Noah’s throat. Noah just moaned around Eli’s shaft.

"Is this okay, baby?" Eli asked, his voice sounding husky and desperate.

Noah didn’t pull off. “Mm-hmm.”

Gripping Noah’s head steady in his hands, Eli thrust upwards. Over and over, he pumped. And Noah sucked. Slurping greedily, he took everything Eli dished out. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. No one had ever took him like this.

The tingling built up inside Eli’s groin, taking Eli by surprise.

"You’re gonna do it, baby. You’re gonna make me come."

Noah’s eyes lifted and met his.

Eli kept his eyes trained on Noah as he relentlessly fucked the smaller man’s mouth. The eye contact formed a connection between the two men and threw Eli past the point of no return.

He gritted his teeth as he struggled to keep eye contact. “I’m coming.”

Eli’s body jerked and spasmed uncontrollably. His groin muscles contracted and his cock jerked, sending a burst of come straight into Noah’s mouth. A stream of obscenities flew from Eli’s mouth as his cock released burst after burst of semen. Sucking and slurping, Noah took it all, swallowing every drop.

When his orgasm finally began to subside, he released Noah’s head. He tenderly stroked the back of Noah’s head and neck. His eyes closed half-way as he struggled to keep them open.

Noah had drained him, both literally and figuratively.

"Well, damn." Noah wiped his mouth and chin. "How long were you saving that up?"

Relaxing back into the sofa, Eli could only laugh.

Noah sat back on his feet. He smiled proudly. “Told you I could do it.”

* * * *

The Wednesday Brief bloggers have a new web site. You can now read a snippet of all of the free Wednesday Briefs stories in one place, then jump to each site. Check it out!

http://wedbriefsfic.com/2013/11/20/wednesday-briefs-november-20-2013/

The Cassini Mission is now available for sale!

The adventure continues in this action-packed follow up to The Degan Incident!

Dr. Aron Adler is ordered to take part in a rescue mission to a research colony located on an uninhabited planet in the outer rim. He is to immediately report to the U.S.C. Cassini, which will take Aron, two other scientists, and a unit of Union Marines to the colony. Once there, they are to assess the situation and retrieve any data or specimens.

Formerly a scientist in the Union Navy, Aron was dishonorably discharged following a court-martial for failing to obey orders. Stepping foot on the Cassini brings up old feelings he would rather forget. Shunned by the crew of the Cassini, Aron finds comfort in the arms—and bed—of Marine corporal Kane Robertson.

Upon reaching the colony, it becomes apparent that not everything is as it seems. Once again, Aron is faced with a difficult decision: follow orders or follow his heart.

Available in eBook from:

GayAuthors.org

AllRomanceEbooks.com

Amazon.com and Kindle store

BarnesAndNoble.com and Nook store

More links coming soon!

Available in Paperback from:

Amazon.com (includes free ebook through Kindle MatchBook)

CreateSpace.com

Excerpt:

I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned.

Tugging at the neck of the blue jumpsuit, I tried to give myself a little more breathing room. Never in my life did I imagine that I’d be wearing a Navy uniform again. I ran my hand over my ID patch stenciled with ADLER and its blue stripe.

The snug garment didn’t leave much to the imagination. More than ever I was grateful I kept myself in shape even after I was discharged.

I ran my hands down the front and turned to the side. Wow. My ass looked pretty damned good in the jumpsuit. Okay, so I still filled the uniform well, for a guy in his mid-thirties. I always kept my reddish-blond hair regulation short, so at least I wouldn’t get called out for that. I hadn’t realized how totally frumpy I looked in the loose-fitting white Research scrubs until now. The steel blue accents on my uniform complemented my blue eyes.

Sitting down on the bed, I pulled on my black standard-issue uniform boots and laced them up. After I tucked my secondary hand-held comPad into the pocket on my right thigh, I left my quarters to grab a bite to eat.

I joined Kenji in the mess hall and we sat down to eat lunch together.

“Look at you,” Kenji noted as he looked me up and down. “You look completely different in uniform.”

I shrugged, tugging at my collar. “I’m still not used to this.”

“This is… bland,” he grumbled with a frown after swallowing his first bite of something that resembled scrambled eggs.

“Eat up. It’s good for you,” I said while trying to keep a straight face. “You’ll need the nutrients when they put us under.”

“Don’t remind me.” Kenji shuddered exaggeratedly before he looked past my shoulder. “Jesus,” he whispered. “Those guys are scary.”

I turned my head to see the Marines moving to sit together, taking up two of the tables. They were talking loudly and laughing amongst themselves. They were definitely a rowdy bunch, but my eyes were drawn to one of them in particular. I had just settled on Robertson when he caught my gaze and I quickly turned back to Kenji. My cheeks were a little flushed at having been caught looking.

“I know,” Kenji said as he shook his head. “The way they talk. All that cussing. My mom would have a heart attack.”

“Yeah.” I chuckled. Kenji thought my blush was due to their language. I didn’t correct him.

After lunch I wanted to take a tour of the ship. I thought maybe if I got a look at the Cassini, I would feel more comfortable traveling on the ancient vessel. I asked Kenji to come along, but he wanted to take a nap.

My first stop was sickbay. I wanted to see the science lab, which was connected to sickbay on this class of starship.

The medical equipment was nowhere near state of the art, but at least it had been upgraded since the ship launched. The sickbay was likely refit with discards from newer ships that were decommissioned or upgraded.

“Can I help you?”

The approaching man was around six feet tall with an athletic build. He had a thick head of black hair and a dark complexion that gave away his Indian ancestry. The green striped accents on his uniform indicated he was in the medical division. His rank indicated that he was ship’s senior medical officer.

Judging from the scowl on his face, he did not appreciate me invading his space.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Adler. I—”

“I know who you are.” His voice was cold and his eyes were even colder.

I ignored his attitude. I dipped my head towards the door that led to the laboratory. “I wanted to take a look at the lab space.”

“The Cassini labs are for authorized personnel only.” The good doctor then turned his back to me.

“Right. Thank you for your time.”

Resisting the urge to punch the smug bastard, I kept my head high, turned and walked out with my dignity. I continued my tour with a stop at Engineering.

After the repeated disgusted looks and under-their-breath comments from the ship’s crew, I decided to head back to my quarters. It seemed my reputation had already been discussed amongst the crew. My side of the story didn’t matter. It never did.

Lost in my thoughts, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I turned a corner and ran smack into Corporal Robertson, tripping over his extended foot.

He was leaning against the corridor wall, looking huge and intimidating while simultaneously looking casual. As if hanging out in the hallways was a perfectly normal thing to do.

“Excuse me, Corporal,” I muttered, moving around him, trying not to stare at him and all of his hotness.

“So, what was that about?”

Caught off-guard by his question, I stopped and turned back to him. “What?”

“I heard the engineers talking after you left.”

It really got under my skin that Robertson was hearing gossip about me. I would have preferred him to judge me based on reality and not the whispered words of people who knew nothing about me or my situation. “I’m sure if you ask around, someone will tell you everything.”

“If I wanted to hear it from them, I’d ask. I want to hear it from you.”

Oh. Maybe I jumped the gun. Maybe I too was guilty of judging him without getting to know him.

Robertson’s eyes hungrily roamed my body. He pushed away from the wall, tilting his head so he could look behind me.

“Nice,” he said, blatantly staring at my ass.

Here’s the next chapter of Noah’s New Plan.

I actually managed to stay within the 1000 word limit this week.

Noah wore a brown leather jacket over a safari shirt. He had a looped bullwhip tied to his belt and a canvas bag crossed over his shoulder.

Raiders of the Lost Ark was Eli’s favorite movie. Eli was sure that he hadn’t mentioned it to Noah. The fact that he picked that costume was one more reason why Noah should be Eli’s.

He never had the urge to fuck Indiana Jones. He had always wanted to be Indiana Jones. But to see Noah dressed up like Indy got Eli’s blood pumping. Damn, his little nerd was sexy. Oh yeah, Noah was his and Eli was going to keep him. He just had to convince the other man that they were meant to be.

"C’mere, short round," Eli said with a growl.

“Short round?”

"Yeah. From The Temple of Doom.”

"I know who he is. I’m not some annoying little kid. I’m Indiana Jones."

"Mmm, don’t I know it. You’re so fucking sexy."

He pulled Noah close, plastering the smaller man against his half-naked body. He took Noah’s mouth in a blistering kiss. His tongue slipped between Noah’s lips, exploring every inch of the man.

The kiss ended prematurely when a pair of cowboys in assless chaps and jockstraps walked in brandishing their IDs. Tamping down his annoyance, Eli waved them in. Didn’t these assholes realize that Eli had more important things to check out?

"So. Um, interesting costume," Noah noted as he looked Eli up and down. Noah’s eyes lingered a bit longer on Eli’s trunks. Dressing up like a Spartan warrior left little to the imagination.

"Rex the owner likes us to dress… provocatively for Halloween. Brings in the men."

"Yeah, I guess it does." Noah looked around at the packed bar. There were men everywhere. "But everyone can see everything.” Noah glanced down at Eli’s trunks.

Oh, ho! Was that a hint of jealousy Eli heard in Noah’s voice? Kissing Noah had made him hard, creating a sizable bulge in his little shorts. Apparently his boy didn’t like the other men ogling the goods. And apparently the kissing had made Noah hard as well, judging from the boner outlined in his brown cargo pants.

Noah shifted nervously from foot to foot as his eyes darted around. “Can we…” He finally looked up at Eli, then looked back towards Rex’s office, before returning his gaze. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing quickened.

A smug grin spread across Eli’s face. Noah wanted it. He wanted Eli to blow him again. Knowing that the librarian was so hot for him that he was willing to fool around in public was damn sexy. Unfortunately, he was going to have to wait.

"Rex chewed my ass after last time." He crunched his brows together and deepened his voice, mimicking his friend. "No more damn chasers in the office."

"Chasers?"

"He thinks you’re a bear chaser."

Noah shrugged, playing off Eli’s words. “Nicholas called you a muscle bear, but I don’t know about chasing or all that…”

Eli pulled Noah close. “You can chase me all you want, little man. You wanna feel my furry muscles?”

A nervous chuckle escaped Noah’s mouth. “What? No, thanks.”

"You know you want to." Eli flexed his arm, pulling his bicep in front of his chest.

Fighting a blush, Noah reached out and rubbed his fingertips across the hair on Eli’s forearms. He squeezed the hard swell of Eli’s bicep before raking his fingers through the thick patch of fur between Eli’s pecs. “Not bad.”

“‘Not bad’? That wet spot in the front of your pants says otherwise.”

"Oh geez." Noah shifted his shoulder bag, trying to cover the bulge in his pants.

"I need to hang out for another hour or so. Then we can head out." Eli nibbled a trail up the side of Noah’s neck, knowing it would drive Noah crazy. He rubbed his whiskers along the outer shell of Noah’s ear. "We could go back to my place. I’ll take care of that for you, like you know I can."

Noah’s head dipped back as he let out a soft moan. “Yes. Okay.”

"I’m so glad you called tonight. I’ve been thinking about you."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. You drive me fucking crazy." Eli let his hands roam until they cupped Noah’s ass cheeks. "I can’t wait to get some of this."

* * * *

"Oh god."

Noah let out a moan as Eli pinned him against the front door. Eli certainly wasted no time. As soon as the door closed, the big man was all over him, kissing and sucking, pawing and grabbing.

"I wanna fuck you so damn bad."

"I don’t know if I’m ready for that, Eli." Feeling bold, Noah reached down and gripped Eli’s hard-on over the top of his briefs. "But I would love to return the favor."

"As much as I would love that… I never can come from blowjobs."

A smile spread across Noah’s lips. “Well, that sounds like a challenge. I do love a challenge.”

* * * *

The Wednesday Brief bloggers have a new web site. You can now read a snippet of all of the free Wednesday Briefs stories in one place, then jump to each site. Check it out!

http://wedbriefsfic.com/

I came down with a horrendous cold over the weekend and I’m still not fully recovered. So I wasn’t able to finish my chapter for this week’s Wednesday Briefs.

Don’t worry, Eli and Noah will be back next week!

In the meantime, enjoy some free fiction from our other Wednesday Briefs bloggers:

MA Church

Shelly Schulz

Nephylim

Cia Nordwell

Renee Stevens

Elyzabeth VaLey

Andrew Gordon

Tali Spencer

Julie Lynn Hayes

Victoria Adam

Jon Keys

JC Wallace

Buzz Hinske watched as the alpha wolf circled his opponent.

With a calculating eye, the Tahoe Pack alpha moved silently, looking for the right opportunity to strike. 

The Eldorado Pack alpha was limping, his breath coming in sharp wheezes. Though covered in open bleeding wounds, still he did not back down and yield.

Buzz knew this was exactly what his alpha wanted. This would be a fight to the death and Derek would be victorious.

The Tahoe Pack was powerful, growing bigger and stronger than their neighboring rival pack. After years of tension and fighting, it all came down to this one last challenge.

Derek had the advantage as the younger, stronger Alpha. He would defeat the aging Eldorado Alpha and the Eldorado Pack would then be absorbed into Tahoe Pack, making it one of the biggest in North America. And immediately making Derek one of the most powerful and influential leaders on the continent.

They officially called this a challenge, but everyone knew what was really going on. It was a hostile takeover. After tonight, the Eldorado Pack would officially cease to exist.

Buzz wanted no part of this, but Derek was their leader and had final say on everything. Derek had been planning this for quite some now and there was no stopping him. Buzz would never defy Derek. Not only because of duty, but because it would mean his death. Derek did not take insolence or disrespect lightly. It would mean death, even for Buzz.

Derek snarled as he caught the other alpha’s hind quarter. When the alpha let out a pained high-pitched yelp, Buzz turned towards the lake.

The reflection of the full moon across the calm surface of Lake Tahoe was a sharp contrast to the deadly battle taking place on its shore.

As one of the Tahoe Pack betas, it was part of his responsibility to watch the challenges. Of course everyone in the pack knew that the only reason Buzz had the title was because of his family name. He was by no means a runt, but he didn’t live up to the sheer power and driving ambitions of the Hinske family.

Buzz turned back to the fight and immediately looked away as his alpha dealt the death blow. The crunch of the defeated wolf’s neck and throat was sickening. Buzz closed his eyes and cringed, unable to watch. The gurgling of blood escaping the wound was followed by one last exhale of breath. 

The victor’s howl echoed through the clear night air, signaling the end of the challenge.

Buzz opened his eyes to perform his duty and verify that the fight was over. The Eldorado Alpha lay in his human shape, a bloody mess, the naked man barely recognizable. His chest was unmoving, his eyes open and lifeless.

He hated the violence that seemed so prevalent in their culture. Sometimes he cursed the rigidness of pack life, but it was all he knew. He was wolf and there was no changing that. Buzz turned his gaze back to the lake, letting the moon’s reflection calm him.

When a shadow fell over Buzz, he glanced up. His alpha, nude in human form, muscles covered in blood, held out his hand.

Buzz handed him a clean folded towel, keeping his eyes dropped as appropriate.

The alpha took the towel and wiped the blood from his face. “I hope you learned something tonight, little brother.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Buzz replied automatically, with the utmost respect, just as he had been taught.

Derek Hinske stared down at Buzz and smirked. Though he had just killed another of their kind, there was a slight hint of pleasure in his voice. “Don’t you worry, Buzz. I have plans for you. Time for you to grow up and be a man, brother.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Derek turned towards the gathered men. He tipped his head towards the challenge circle and the body lying inside it. “Clean this mess up.”

Here’s chapter 9 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan.

I decimated the 1000 word limit this week and didn’t really try to reel it in. I used two prompts this week. In honor of Halloween, I used candy corn and a character in costume.

Noah looked down at the bowl in his hand. Why the heck was he carrying a big bowl of candy corn?

Looking around, he realized he was at work. He had been daydreaming again. His mind wandered back to the thoughts that had occupied his mind seemingly every five minutes or so.

Eli on his knees.

Just the thought was enough to make his dick stiffen in his pants. Again. His underwear felt sticky, stained with pre-come. He desperately needed to change them.

On one hand, Noah was embarrassed by his behavior at the bar. But he wouldn’t be sorry for what happened. He tried not to think about the fact that in his forty-one years he had never had an orgasm so incredibly earth-shattering. Sure it was always nice with Derek—

No, looking back Noah realized that Derek was selfish. Yes, he was generous with material gifts, but emotionally, sexually…

"A real top knows how to please his boy."

The base of his hard-on contracted and Noah let out an involuntary moan.

Noah stepped close to the counter and set the bowl down, grateful it hid the state of his pants. If he looked down, he was afraid he’d find a visible bulge and a wet spot.

He always had an idea in his head of what would make the perfect man. Now he wasn’t so sure. If he was going to rewrite the Perfect Man list, number one would be a top who knows how to please his boy—er, man. Because after twenty years of giving blowjobs, didn’t Noah deserve to receive them too?

Number two: a man who was confident, but not cocky.

Number three: a big bull of a man with muscles, a full beard and shaved head…

Wait. Scratch that last one.

"Well, well. Someone sure looks happy."

Noah startled at the sound of Leslie’s voice. Moving closer to the counter, he grabbed a couple of candy corns from the bowl and chewed slowly so he wouldn’t have to answer.

Leslie slid around the counter. With a smug grin on her face, she leaned in and whispered, “You got laid, didn’t you?”

"Leslie!" Noah’s voice cracked and he had to clear it to continue. "That is inappropriate."

"You did! I knew it!"

Nicholas appeared out of nowhere—like he had some kind of gossip radar. “Knew what?”

"Noah got some."

Nicholas’s eyes lit up. He spread his hands, rubbing the counter in front of him. “I’ll set the table. You bring the dish, girl.”

Noah pushed the candy bowl in front of the young clerk. “Here’s your dish. Now get back to work.”

Leslie suddenly gasped and clutched her heart. “You were meeting Derek after work. Oh, Noah! Please tell me you didn’t!” The girl looked like she was ready to burst into tears.

Nicholas shook his head. “Sex with the ex… Typical.”

Noah grew annoyed with their dramatics. It wasn’t their business. “It wasn’t Derek.”

Leslie let out a relieved sigh. “Thank God.”

Nicholas’s face contorted into an all-knowing grin. “It was that tall hunk of security guard, wasn’t it? Yes, hunty, get you some muscle bear!”

Leslie and Nicholas giggled gleefully. When they traded high-fives, Noah groaned with embarrassment. “I’ll be in my office.”

* * * *

Noah despised packing. Despised it.

He had been putting it off for a couple of days now, but today Derek had empty boxes delivered. How thoughtful.

A passive-aggressive hint to get the hell out was what it really was.

As he walked through the apartment, Noah realized how little most of this stuff actually meant to him. Furniture… artwork… trinkets….

Crap collected over the course of a twenty-year relationship that clearly meant nothing.

Noah assembled one of the boxes and dragged it to his bedroom. Most of his personal belongings were split between the bedroom and the office, where his laptop usually sat on his desk. That was a very nice antique desk, though. Noah would definitely be taking that with him. Screw Derek. It was a gift after all.

"I hate this," he mumbled to himself under his breath.

Spying something pink underneath the foot of the bed, Noah reached over and grabbed it. He pulled out the shirt he had worn to the Buckle just a couple days ago. The scent of bar hit Noah’s nose and he closed his eyes.

His mind drifted to Eli’s smell, his touch, the feel of his lips and beard whiskers on his neck… the feel of his mouth on his…

"Oh god."

Noah reached down and gripped his suddenly hard dick through his slacks. Maybe he should take a break and get a little relief. Or maybe he could call Eli…

But like a booty call? Eww.

It had been two days since he saw Eli at the bar. Was that too many days? Not enough days?

Stop acting like a junior high girl.

Before he lost the nerve, he pulled out his phone and called Eli.

* * * *

Okay, so maybe this was a huge mistake. Halloween night at the Buckle was so far out of his comfort zone it was in another galaxy.

But Noah couldn’t say no to Eli. Even with the man’s cocky attitude. "I knew you’d call me back."

So Noah pulled out what he thought might be the most passable costume he had.

Derek had dragged him to a stupid fundraiser last Halloween. Derek went dressed as Prince William (gag) and he picked out an Indiana Jones costume for Noah. Noah didn’t feel like he pulled the costume off, not then and certainly not now.

Still, with the worn, brown leather jacket maybe he would fit in a little bit more than last time he was here. Of course the hat and the whip on his belt may be going overboard.

After pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and adjusting the fedora on his head, Noah stepped into the bar, expecting to see Eli at the door. It was another man checking IDs, wearing a wrestling singlet that was bursting at the seams.

"Nice whip," the wrestler said with a smirk. "You must be here for Eli." The man tipped his head to the side.

Tucking away his ID, Noah followed the man’s head to see Eli dragging a stumbling drunk man through the crowd. Noah nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw Eli coming towards him.

Eli was dressed as Spartan warrior, looking like he stepped straight off the set of a porn parody of the movie 300.

"Taking the trash out," he said as he passed by. "Be right back."

Eli wore a red cape, wrist guards, sandals, and a small pair of trunks. And nothing else. His body looked even bigger out of his clothes. His bare chest was well-defined, covered in curls of dark hair, dominating his upper body. He didn’t have a defined six-pack, but his stomach looked strong and hard. Muscled arms covered in colorful tattoos gave him a bad boy edge, something would have been a complete turn off to Noah.

But after getting to know the man just a little, Noah found he was intrigued by the entire package. Speaking of package…

Don’t look down.

Too late. Noah looked. Those skimpy trunks did not a damn thing to hide Eli’s ample bulge.

Noah’s face flushed and he quickly looked back up at Eli, not wanting to get caught so blatantly checking out the man’s package. It didn’t matter, because the big man was busy looking Noah up and down, eyes dark with lust, while licking his bottom lip.

"Fuck hell," Eli growled. "Tonight, I’m dining in heaven."

* * * *

Check out this week’s fellow Wednesday Briefers for more free fiction!