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Sirius stands there for a few moments, unable to move, unable to think, as if he cannot comprehend what has happened, wishing that the earth could simply open up and swallow him then and there - until the voice of a deus ex machina rasps into his ear. "Don't just stand there, if you want to get him back, we have to move, and move quickly...." Sirius blinks uncomprehendingly at the somber black figure which stands before him - not quite the image of a knight in shining armor, is he? What is he
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Marshall had had enough conversation with Dustin to last him awhile. He was all talked out and at the limit of his sociability. Besides, he’d seen what there was to see and he’d gotten to stretch his legs. Nothing else he wanted to do. He turned back toward where they’d been sitting, but he didn’t see Lee at the table. Must have gone inside. “I’m gonna head back,” he told Dustin, leaving it up to him to do what he wanted. Marshall noticed the family with the kids were packing their car. They g
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He half expected to hear Dustin whine at him to slow down, but the other man caught up with him easily enough and fell into step beside him. Had he really thought he would be discouraged just because Marshall hadn’t waited for him? Didn’t matter. He shrugged the thought off and kept walking. “Burnham seems like a nice place,” Dustin commented after a few moments of silence between them. “It is. We like it.” Marshall shoved his hands into his pockets, focusing on the terrain over which they wal
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Denver and Dustin arrived bright and early the morning they were to leave for Galveston. Marshall and Lee were already up and had loaded the car with what they needed. Roy was there, too. He’d come by for coffee while making his rounds. Marshall knew he just wanted to make sure everything was okay with them and see they got off safely. While they were gone, he would keep an eye on the house and collect the mail. “You should come with us,” Denver teased him, as he loaded his stuff in the trunk o
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“I know what I want, and what I want is you, Lee. Are you going to tell me you don’t want me too?” “You know I do. You can feel how much I want you, can’t you?” “Yeah, I can.” Emboldened by Lee’s words, Marshall didn’t wait for Lee to tell him to remove his shorts. He moved back a little on the couch and hastily stripped his pants off then tossed them aside, before turning back to his lover. “Make love to me, Lee,” he pleaded in a voice filled with need. “Make love to me right here. Right now.
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After half an hour of intense contemplation, Marshall rose from the floor, taking deep calming breaths. He thought he was ready to face Lee now. He found Lee sitting in his recliner, a half empty beer bottle on the table beside him, a book in his lap. Marshall assumed the same position on the floor in front of him, head down, waiting for Lee to speak. “Marshall, are you ready to answer my question?” Marshall nodded. “Good. Go run and put on a pair of shorts and come right back.” Marshall ne
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“They’re driving with us because we happen to be going to the same place at the same time and they’re our friends,” Lee said. Even though his voice never changed in tone, Marshall heard the implied criticism. Unless, of course, he was reading something into it that wasn’t there. Suddenly he wasn’t sure. “And you still haven’t told me why you’re acting like a jackass.” “I’m not acting like a jackass,” Marshall halfheartedly protested. Without warning, Lee pulled the truck over to the side of th
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What the hell? Marshall turned his head to look at Lee, trying to figure out what he was up to, but Lee’s attention was focused on the two men on the other side of the booth. Marshall followed suit to find Dustin staring straight at him. They eyed one another for a long moment before Dustin dropped his gaze to Denver. “I think that’s a right generous offer, what do you think, Den?” “Are you sure it’s no trouble, Lee?” Denver asked. “None at all,” Lee assured him. “Just makes sense. We’re all
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Lee rocked up inside Marshall, thrusting harder and harder. Marshall’s arms were wound tightly about Lee’s neck, their faces so close he could feel the warmth of Lee’s breath on his lips. The friction against Marshall’s cock turned on so much he didn’t think he’d need to touch it to come. All he needed was permission. “God, Lee,” he moaned, “so close…” “Come for me,” Lee whispered before he claimed Marshall’s mouth, swallowing any possible reply. Not that Marshall had any to make. His cock th
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Marshall certainly wasn’t stupid. He knew that anything that entailed dressing meant undressing first. Both prospects were pleasing to him. Getting the new clothes made the cruise seem even more real. He’d been looking forward to going ever since Lee gave him the tickets at Christmas. Marshall had never been any farther from home than San Antonio since he was reunited with Lee, eight years before. Not that he minded that, but seeing more of the world, with Lee, was beyond exciting. Lee had sort
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Almost a week had passed since the trip to Partners. Business was steady, and Marshall was too busy with work to worry about what had gone down in Tucker Falls. The bruises on his face had faded to a sickly green that was almost yellow. At least they didn’t hurt any more. Marshall chose to stay in the house while he healed. He didn’t think any of the neighbors would pry into his business, but he’d rather not have to make any awkward explanations in case someone did ask what happened to him. That
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“And assault with intent to do harm isn’t?” Roy pointed out. Al made no reply. Jeff set him on his feet and released his shirt. Al jerked away from him, sullen eyes glaring around him as he smoothed out the twisted material. It couldn’t have escaped his attention that no one was willing to stand up for him, and he was alone in the middle of a group of men who wanted nothing more than to beat the living shit out of him. Especially Lee. Only Jeff stood between Al and a severe beating. “Aw, who w
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Instant silence filled the room, and no one moved a muscle. Roy held his gun over his head, his steely gaze raking over the crowd until he was sure he had everyone’s attention then he lowered it. “We are not going to do this. If y’all want to fight, then you need to take it outside. But I don’t really see there’s any need for that, do you?” He turned toward Al, who seemed a lot less belligerent than he had before. Al held one hand over his streaming nose. He pointed the other at Lee. “He had no
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They returned to the table to find everyone standing about, literally chomping at the bit. As soon as they saw Marshall and Lee, they started to surge toward them, everyone talking at once. Lee held up his hands, and they fell back as he cut a path through them, heading toward Denver’s cousin. “Where is he?” “He’s with a group of guys in the game room,” Dustin said. “I didn’t say anything, and he never noticed me. Too busy playing pool.” “All right, then. Much obliged.” “No problem. I don’t
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A hubbub of voices began, with the blond stranger in the thick of it. He raised his hand for attention, and slowly the furor died away. “Pleased to meet y’all, but there’s something we need to take care of first.” He pointed toward Marshall, who leaned against Lee. Lee’s arm was wound protectively about his shoulder. “This man… this friend of yours… was just assaulted. In the bathroom. By some asshole who apparently doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. I think he needs to learn the meanin
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Marshall barely kept himself from falling backward into the stall. He teetered on one leg for a moment before he managed to regain his balance. “What the fuck’s your problem?” “You’re my fucking problem, that’s what. Think you’re all that and a bag of chips, but you’re just some little whore, that’s what you are.” Marshall wasn’t one for fighting. Lee had taught him it didn’t solve anything. And honestly, he’d never had to before. But he was damned if he was going to listen to this guy’s shit
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“Why don’t I show you how old men get?” Lee rose as he spoke, his hand held out to Marshall. “If you think you can keep up, that is.” “Shee-it, son, you done been challenged,” Rye hooted. The entire table broke up into raucous laughter and whistles, and cries of “Go get’em!” which could have been directed at either one of them. Lee’s eyes positively gleamed with mischief. Marshall knew this wasn’t just a challenge. It was Lee’s way of saying all’s right with their world, and nothing and no one
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I just can't quit them
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Marshall felt as though he was the belle of the ball. Or whatever the male equivalent of that might be. Partners was hopping with its typical Western Night activity. The club was filled to capacity—wall-to-wall men with the urge to drink, dance, and play games, not all of which took place in the bustling game room. The small, private back rooms were high traffic areas on Western Night, and extra servers and attendants were on hand to make sure everything ran smoothly, and see that some sort of
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Thanks, Ron! I've started a new book with them, and I'm going to post the first chapter tonight.
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The saga of Marshall and Lee continues...
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Lee continued to suck on Marshall’s balls until he thought he couldn’t take any more, but before he lost control, Lee released them and moved back up to lap at his hole. Shivers crisscrossed Marshall’s frame as Lee slid one finger inside. Marshall’s channel was aflame with desire. The more Lee touched him, the more he wanted. Nothing was enough. He had an itch that only Lee’s cock could scratch sufficiently to satisfy his need. He pushed back against Lee, grinding against Lee’s face. Lee added
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The Christmas Eve shindig at Milly’s officially broke up at midnight when Milly reminded everyone, with a wink and a smile, that she had grandchildren in Tucker Falls who liked to get up at the crack of dawn to open their presents. Of course the diner wasn’t open on Christmas Day. Nothing in Burnham was, although Roy remained on duty, ready to take calls if needed. Generally, that didn’t happen. Some people called it a night and went home, while others lingered in the parking lot, finishing con
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They decided to take the sedan. Lee drove, with Marshall beside him, and Roy in the backseat. Marshall had trouble wrapping his head around the idea this would be the last time they went to Milly’s. The last time they would see their friends and neighbors, people he’d come to know and like over the past eight years, ever since Burnham became his home. More than that, these people were like his extended family. Everyone in Burnham looked out for everyone else, presenting a close-knit united fron
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Marshall stood in stunned silence as Lee took the paper from Roy’s hand and read it through. “Fucking bitch,” Lee swore softly, his mouth setting into a grim line. “What the hell was she even thinking?” “I’m guessing she decided if she couldn’t get you to pay her for her silence, she might as well try to ruin your life. I think she gave a copy of this to everyone in town. Except us, of course. ” Roy glanced up at Marshall, sympathy in his eyes, as well as frustration that he hadn’t been able to
