Sasha Distan

let's hope so! Or maybe Marty is just growing a backbone to go with that guitar....

13 chapters in all, you're slightly over half way. Marty chooses the best places to have a go... same as he and Hrishi choose such good quiet private locations to have sex - all over campus!

he's getting there... baby steps after all. Thank you Parker, I'm so glad you're enjoying it.

but better screaming I hope. thanks for the review. I hope you got all the warm and fuzzies.

Treat a boy right & I might blow u in the shwrs again I grin down at my phone, my dick twitching in my jeans. I’ve been half hard for about an hour, it’s pleasant and fun, but I don’t feel the need to do anything about it. If u want me 2 grope ur ass in class u only have 2 ask His reply is instantaneous and makes no sense. ehgfdrnv n frf I gather he’s stuffed his phone in his pocket rather abruptly, so I take my time composing another message for him to read when he opens it again. I k

I'm done with one anthology story, I'm waiting for the other one to clobber me around the skull in a demanding sort of way. Looks like it was a busy week here!

you're welcome xxx

I always make good on my promises! I was mean to these boys for a long time, it's about time they had something good going on. Just one chapter left to go now. thanks Jesse.

Thank you Fae!

Emmett opened his eyes and a fish swam in front of him. He barked in surprise, and warm salty water rushed down his throat. The polar bear surfaced in the glistening sea of their shared dreamland, and glanced around for his mate. Jian was not immediately obvious, and Emmett assumed his mate would come surfing out of the sun just as he had previously. Emmett made for the beach, swimming with strong strokes towards the stripe of glowing golden sand that separated the sea from the snow. He shook hi

another 9 nights.... thank you sweetie

Ki wasn't previously aware he liked to cuddle, but oh he does. He's a cat after all. Like Kiorl's cloak of seduction, or Sitka's compulsion, heaven's light is Lahja's power, his special skill. He'll learn how to put it to good use, I'm sure.

Thanks molly! I always said Kiorl was sweet, but no one believed me.

Better to feel everything rather than nothing - after all, like Nassau, as an empath I don't get a choice. Also, they're being sweet and adorable is just as much as part of their demonic aspect as the blood, guts, rape, and desire for glory and power. All things in balance my friend.

you can get a lot done with occasional booty-call texts and body language. Marty's parents stay together because they can't bear to shatter the illusion and perception of their perfect family. Same as they only care as long as Marty gets good grades and isn't in trouble with school or the police. Why people do this to each other is beyond me. But I feel bad for Marty. Thank you Lisa, I do so love to get your reviews.

It's taken them long enough! Kiorl's desires aren't as radical and depraved as they used to be, that's for sure. Boy's gettin' soft....

“This is heaven.” Atoki tipped his head back against his mate’s shoulder and smiled dreamily. “I’m still sure this is hell,” Vruuaska replied with a smile. The big fire demon ran his hands down Atoki’s chest under the frothy water, and felt the boy press back against him suggestively. “But it is a good bath.” “If I’d known Nassau could give us a hot tub with a massage setting, I’d have been bugging Kiorl years ago!” the boy replied. He ground his hips against his lover again, and Vruuaska gav

Sorry Delia Smith, but One is not Fun. Cooking for one is, after lack of sex, company, and bedtime snuggles, the worst thing about Cris being away is cooking for fucking one. I would rather not eat than cook for one. I would rather, and generally do, sit on the sofa and eat carrot sticks, chips, and dip, rather than cook for one. To be perfectly honest, I would rather starve than cook for one. I swear there is no more depressing task in the universe. I don't know how you all do it. I assume it is the threat of starvation and a terrible decline into madness is the only thing which makes you people who live alone cook. I say "you people" but I don't mean it in a bad way - I've just no experience of what your world must be like. I have never lived alone, almost never been an adult of any sort without Cris by my side. I know people who live alone and take joy in their cooking, but I've always been a feeder. There are Turkish grandmothers out there who'd be proud to own me. I like to feed people, to fill the house with warmth and scent and joy. and those of you who have read my stories, especially some of the early ones, will have read all about my food. My kids at school joke I should write a book, or a blog, or something. I smile and mutter I already do. Maybe there are people rich enough, or who live close enough to metropolis enough, to eat take-out most nights. Maybe there are people who find joy in microwave meals. But whenever I think of cooking for one, all I can hear in my mind is Akhtar from The History Boys, teasing Irwin by saying: "or do you whisk up gourmet meals for one?" Cooking for one is a thankless task. Hurry home baby.

UK college/sixth form are the same years as junior and senior year at high school. So Marty and Hrishi are eighteen, pushing nineteen. Leon's not gay....

Leon is as straight as they come I'm afraid. But he has his own secrets, you'll see.

oh to be young and full of lust and secrets! Actually, no, I'd rather not.

They both have more emotions than they are willing to admit to. They'll work it out... eventually. Maybe.

I saw, sorry you are unhappy. There is a silver lining.

that is a very succinct snippet. and all very true indeed. Hrishi is not just the geek, Marty is not just the boy with the guitar. They will learn to see each other, or one of them will explode.

isn't it just? boys will be boys...