I was thinking that maybe once a person reads my book, they might look me up online. That's what I do, after all, so hey, why not? Anyhoo...I am really not that interesting. I'll work on that. In the meantime, I thought perhaps a post with two of the guys who live in my head might be fun. Here are Jazz and Riley.
Jazz Newbury and Riley Dunlop became friends when Riley injured his leg playing football in college. At first, Jazz was Riley’s physical therapist. Then they became friends. After that they became lovers. Which was kind of interesting, considering that Riley had a vivid imagination but hadn’t ever been with a man before, and Jazz had been with so many men there wasn’t much left for him to imagine. They made it through some difficulties and came out stronger at the broken places. But that’s a story for another time.
After Riley sold his first novel, he and Jazz bought a little bungalow in the slowly gentrifying northeast neighborhood. This would be their first Christmas in the house, and the urge to make it very special infected both of them.
“How’s that look?” Riley called from his perch at the top of the ladder.
“Looks fine. Let’s go in.” Jazz held the ladder steady, fearful that Riley might tumble off and damage his leg. Even after five years he worried about that sort of thing. He was getting a little cold. At noon, the sun was shining and the temperature hit fifty-five degrees. Now the cloud cover set in and he could feel the temperature drop. And, to be honest, he was bored. Standing still just wasn’t that much fun.
“Did you even look at them?”
“Of course I looked at them. They’re fine. Get down here.”
“No. I really want you to look at them because I don’t want to have to climb back up here if they’re not perfect.”
“I’m not letting go of the damn ladder.”
“Who asked you to? Just look up. Jesus. I know you hate heights, but you’re on the ground. Look up here.” Riley had that exasperated tone in his voice. It was the same one he got when Jazz left crumbs all over the counter after he made a sandwich. Which he did every time.
Jazz looked up at the icicle lights Riley had strung along the gutter. Really, they did look okay, but if he didn’t make some suggestion, Riley would think he didn’t care. “Straighten out those lights to your left.”
Riley tugged on the icicle lights. “Better?”
“Yeah, that’s good.” Jazz kept his eye-roll to himself.
“”K. I’m coming down.”
Jazz watched that fine ass as Riley made his way down the ladder. He moved back to make room but kept his hands on the rails. Riley stepped down into Jazz’s embrace, rubbing his butt against the man as he did. With his feet on the ground, Riley leaned back, resting his head on Jazz’s shoulder.
“Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through, watching your rear as you’ve gone up and down this ladder all afternoon?” Jazz nuzzled Riley’s ear. He felt a shudder run through Riley.
“We haven’t been doing this all afternoon,” Riley said a little breathlessly, and tilted his head in response to Jazz’s touch. “We started out with both of us on the ground, putting the little twinky lights on the hedges.”
“That was ages ago. And don’t you mean twink-ly lights?” The heat from Riley’s body penetrated the flannel shirt and T-shirt Jazz wore. Any response Riley might have made about the lights was lost as Jazz reached one hand under Riley’s sweatshirt to caress his chest.
“Hey, Jazz?” Riley cleared his throat.
“Yeah?” Jazz was busy, what with kissing the soft spot behind Riley’s ear and drawing little circles on his chest with a fingertip.
“We’re standing in the front yard. I can see Mrs. Pelicheck sweeping out her garage.”
“So, let’s not give her a show. Let’s put this stuff away and go inside.”
“Don’t wanna go in.” Jazz loved how Riley smelled, especially after he’d been working outside. He took a deep whiff. Riley huffed a laugh and turned around in Jazz’s embrace.
“The sooner we go in, the sooner we can get naked,” Riley sang.
Jazz hugged him tight. “Okay. You win. I like naked.”
It wasn’t long before they were undressed and sprawled on the bed. Riley spread his legs so Jazz could nestle his lower body between them. He propped himself up on his elbows, on either side of Riley’s chest. Jazz liked the way Riley tasted as much as he liked how Riley smelled. He proved that point by kissing and licking his way across Riley’s jaw, down his neck, and across his collarbone. Riley squirmed, sighed and stretched his arms up to the headboard. Jazz ran his tongue lightly across Riley’s full lips, and Riley opened for the kiss. Jazz pulled back to look at him. With his legs spread, his arms reaching and his lips parted, he looked wanton and ready.
“You are so beautiful,” Jazz said. He kissed Riley before the man could respond. Their tongues battled for a second before Riley moaned and let Jazz have his way. He always got turned on when Riley submitted to him, even a little bit. Jazz felt the flush of excitement wash over him and leaned in closer, letting his passion put more power into the kiss. He never got tired of exploring his lover’s mouth. When Riley drew his arms down from the headboard, Jazz trapped his wrists.
Riley made a token struggle against the hold then he arched up into Jazz’s body, grinding his hips against Jazz’s groin, forcing their cocks to rub each other. Jazz inhaled a quick breath. He let go of Riley’s hands and pushed himself up.
“Come back.” Riley reached for him, but Jazz was already wriggling down toward Riley’s cock. He licked a line from the base to the head. “Never mind. Carry on.” Riley let himself fall back to the bed. Jazz smiled even as he licked another trail from the tip of Riley’s penis to his balls.
He sucked first one ball then the other, running his tongue all around them. Riley opened his legs further, encouraging Jazz’s explorations. Jazz lifted the sac so he could reach underneath it. He laved Riley’s perineum, pressing gently. Riley made a little noise Jazz loved, a cross between a whimper and a groan. Jazz continued with his ministrations until the little noises got louder. He returned to Riley’s cock, licked a few circles around the head then took it into the warmth of his mouth.
“Fuck.” Riley tried to keep his hips in place, Jazz could tell by the tremble. He used one hand to help hold Riley still. With the other, he held Riley’s cock so he could stroke its length with his tongue. He tasted the pre-cum that dripped from the slit. Again, he took that delicious cock into his mouth, this time taking in as much as he could without gagging. Riley’s moans and gasps encouraged him, and Jazz sucked the slick length, moving up and down with a firm hold.
“Jazz, Jazz.” Riley’s head pushed back into the mattress, extending his neck. “I’m so close. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
But that’s just what Jazz did.