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Dinner was an unqualified success. Marshall prided himself on his ability to grill any piece of meat to perfection. So rare, it practically mooed, just the way they liked it. But then he’d had a great teacher, hadn’t he? Everything he knew, he’d learned from Lee. Afterward, Marshall cleaned the kitchen, rinsed the dishes and set them into the dishwasher, eyeballing everything to make sure it was clean before turning out the light. Lee was kicked back in the family room, a bottle of ale in hand
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Mid-morning the next day. Both men sat at their respective computers, working. Marshall lifted his ceramic coffee cup, brought it to his lips, only to discover the damn thing was empty. Setting it down, he pushed back in his chair, stretched his arms and flexed his fingers. They cracked with small popping sounds. Guess he’d been sitting there a spell without moving, engrossed in what he was doing. “I’m getting some coffee, y’want some?” he offered, glancing at Lee. Lee angled his own cup back
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I am very much enjoying writing about them. I am glad you enjoy reading them. I had no idea when I started how much I would fall in love with them, but I have
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Marshall thought dinner would never end. It felt like everyone they knew in Burnham—which was practically the whole town—had decided to eat at Milly’s that night. And every one of them had something they needed to say, a story they had to tell, or a question that just had to be asked. The situation was exacerbated by random pulses shooting through his ass when Lee touched the remote, which he’d brought with him. Of course, Marshall could have told him to stop that and Lee would have, no questi
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A few weeks had passed since their trip to San Antonio, and nothing had been said about the vibrating butt plug. Marshall began to wonder if Lee’d forgotten about it, and what he’d said he had in store for Marshall. But he sure as heck wasn’t about to remind him. He knew better than that. When Lee was ready, he’d know it. So Marshall stopped thinking about it. After all, a watched pot never boiled. Or so the saying went. Marshall had never had a desire to watch a pot of water come to a boil in t
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The swat was repeated, and immediately after, Marshall felt the ice being pressed against the spot. The contrast between the warmth and the cold sent tingles shooting through him. Damn, it hurt so good. And he found the darkness wasn’t quite as terrifying as he would have thought. He knew Lee was right there, and always would be. Nothing bad could happen to him as long as they were together. The knowledge was comfortable, and he felt more secure for it. He felt Lee’s weight shift on the bed, he
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The drive back to the Crockett seemed hella-long to Marshall. But he didn’t dare fidget and reveal his impatience to Lee. And he definitely knew better than to touch himself, although the temptation to do so was great. He cast surreptitious glances at Lee, in the guise of taking in the scenery like any visitor to San Antonio. Instead, he secretly admired his handsome profile, the curl of Lee’s dark lashes over his blue eyes, the curve of the lush lips he longed to kiss. Damn, he was one fine ma
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“You have such beautiful red hair,” Carlisle commented. He ran his fingers through Marshall’s locks. “So soft and supple. You treat it well, I can tell. What do you use?” “Just shampoo and conditioner. Whatever’s on sale.” “Oh, that’s just criminal!” Carlisle tutted. “I’ll give you some product before you leave. The same stuff I’m going to use on you today.” Marshall cast a hopeful glance at Lee, but Lee was grinning, and obviously had no intention of interfering in whatever was about to happ
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Marshall and Lee rose early the next morning, pausing just long enough to enjoy a quick cup of coffee before heading to the Alamo church. Few tourists were about yet. They left an offering in the basket by the door, lit two candles, then selected an empty pew and knelt, each man becoming lost in his own thoughts. Marshall refused to think about the period of his captivity with his mother unless it was absolutely necessary, which it generally wasn’t. He preferred to remember his reunion with Lee
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The walk back to the Crockett seemed impossibly long, but Marshall curbed his impatience, and refrained from putting his hands all over Lee, much as he wanted to. In public, anyway. Once they were alone, that wasn’t all he intended to touch Lee with, and his cock ached at the thought. “Want to grab a bite to eat?” Lee asked. They stood at the back of the elevator, which crawled up to the fifth floor, stopping for an eternity at every floor in between, as people got on and off. “That’s the plan
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Yep, Lee knows how to push his buttons To make him wait for the good things in life.
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Marshall and Lee loved the Crockett Hotel for its proximity to the Alamo, as well as its amenities. It was right next door to the shrine, a few blocks from the Riverwalk. They’d taken the cruise a few times—a relaxing way to take in the sights. They carried their discreetly wrapped purchases through the busy lobby. At one time, this had been an open courtyard. Now it was a six-story atrium with a skylight, where people mingled. “Want to get a drink after we take these up?” Lee nodded toward th
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Lee pushed through the revolving brass door, Marshall just behind him. Back on the sidewalk, they paused to get their bearings and catch their breath. The business meeting had lasted longer than they’d expected, but it had been worth it. Marshall squinted at the reflected glare of the sun’s rays that bounced off the huge glass buildings that surrounded them. They didn’t have anything like this in Burnham. The only time he saw structures this big was on their periodic visits to San Antonio. It w
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Marshall felt a light pressure on the tip of his nose. He swatted at it without opening his eyes. Damn flies. He wasn’t quite ready to wake yet, wrapped in a pleasant post-coital haze, a warmth that suffused his entire body from head to toe. There it was again. He reached for it again, but this time his hand encountered warm flesh. Opening one eye a crack, he beheld a smiling countenance and couldn’t help but grin back. Lee. He should have known. Then he heard another voice, one that wasn’t Le
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Darryl opened his eyes to find himself looking directly into Sawyer’s cinnamon gaze. “Morning, love.” The chipper beauty smiled—Darryl melted. “Sleep well?” “Slept wonderfully,” Darryl replied. “Me too.” Sawyer placed his hand against the back of Darryl’s dark head and pulled him closer, their lips meshing perfectly. I think I could easily get used to waking up like this. Darryl found himself still in awe of the night before. Not just their lovemaking—which had been stupendous in and of it
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Severus Snape is more perceptive than he’s generally credited with being, and it doesn't take long for him to realize that two of the people he hates most in the world are actually a couple, in the very romantic sense of the word. Not that he personally gives a damn, he’s not prejudiced in that fashion, but he knows that far too many people in both the wizarding and muggle worlds do care, especially those that populate the Black family, and this is information which he can very well put to good
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Lee’s lips were soft, his breath warm, and his fingers were doing the most amazing things to Marshall’s flesh. Marshall ate up the attention. Not that he didn’t have Lee’s attention on a regular basis, but today was special, and he felt like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to see what Santa had brought. Except in this case Santa had brought Lee, and Lee brought joy to Marshall’s world. When Lee backed off and rose, Marshall moaned at the loss. “Just for a second,” Lee assured him. “Be rig
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Marshall loaded the back of the beat-up old black pick-up with their fishing gear. Although the sedan was better for going out of town, the Chevy truck was their ride around town. He loaded the coolers, too: one for the beer and food they’d pick up, and one for any fish they might catch—they always caught fish, that was a given. And oh the things Lee could do with them. Made the mouth water. Of course, he didn’t forget the blanket. Or the lube. Could never be too careful. They stopped by the g
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When Marshall opened his eyes, he found the bedroom to be sunnier than usual. What the hell? Why hadn’t the alarm gone off at its normal time? He looked to Lee for answers, but the other side of the bed was empty. He felt the sheets. They were cool to the touch. Lee obviously hadn’t slept in quite as much as he had. He rolled to a sitting position, set his feet on the floor, and yawned. He shouldn’t be tired if he’d slept in—accidentally or not. Then he remembered the reason he hadn’t slept ver
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The dreams were variations on a theme. He was just a kid, under her control once more, and she’d left him alone—again. Locked him in a closet, one of many she used to contain him. She always claimed it was for his own good. Told him she just wanted to keep him safe. Even at the age of eight, Marshall didn’t believe her. But he was helpless to do anything about it. Everywhere they went, this became the norm of their lives. Running from place to place, never staying more than a few months in any o
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Alas, the best laid plans of mice and men—or puppies—often come to naught, and such it is with the grand scheme which Remus has devised to be carried out on the day of the visit to Hogsmeade. The fly in the ointment is one Frank Longbottom, who is wrapped up in blankets and comfortably ensconced in his bed in the sixth year Gryffindor boys' dorm, coughing and wheezing and claiming he cannot possibly go as he’s far too ill, so please carry on without him and give his regards to Honeydukes. Bring
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Lee rolled Marshall so they were face to face. Marshall’s breath quickened at the sight of Lee’s hard body poised above him. Although Lee presented a tough façade to the world, Marshall could read him like a book. His own personal, private edition. He could read the emotions that flashed through Lee’s eyes, mirrors to his soul, and he loved them all. But most of all, he loved how Lee loved him. A slow, lazy smile spread across Lee’s face. Marshall’s heart lurched at the sight. Lee reached betw
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At Sawyer’s words, Darryl turned toward him, perplexed. “We’re catching a plane? Why?” “I never said plane, love,” Sawyer enigmatically responded, eyes fixed upon his sister. “You’re not going to make me grovel, are you? Surely I’ve done more than enough atonement for the last time.” Sue snorted. “Not near enough, and you know it. Not if you were to say Hail Marys from now ‘til kingdom come.” “Hardly worth my time, don’t you think?” Sawyer’s voice was smug, a cheeky grin affixed upon his pret
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Thank you, Ron, I appreciate your kind words. When it's all done, I plan to put it together in more regular chapters (which is why the weird chapter numbers) and post the completed story, with a cover, as a free read.
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They exited the dance floor and made the short trip to the back area in record time. There was a code of sorts that was used to determine the availability of the rooms. It was a simple system. Colored plastic cards were hung on the door knob—red, green, and purple. The one on top determined the occupancy of the room. Green meant no one was inside. Red meant ‘stop, the room’s in use’, while purple meant ‘yeah, someone’s in there, but company’s welcome’. That was for the more adventurous souls who
