Jason Rimbaud

Well, if you haven't read your message, then won't make sense. But I'll post one just for you. . I think you deserve it.

I not a fan of Colt either. I'm team Javin all the way. I like they way they are fumbling around. And I'm in your chair, not patiently waiting at all.

I know, right/write? It's crazy. You can call it flatbread, but it's not pizza.

Number One, if I were ever to do that, and I stress the word if, it would be Joel and Davin. After all, if I'm going to write fiction, I might as well write fiction. As we all just saw, Joel and Colt are the reality. I enjoy not being predictable. And truthfully, I am excited for tomorrow. Not because it's Friday, its not, but because I'm dropping a new chapter of Frosted Hearts. Just kidding, Friday's mean Learned To LIe!!!!

The air was chilly, not chilly enough to turn the heat on, but enough chill in the room that they were snuggled close under the comforter. For being taller, Colt fit perfectly in the nook of Joel's arm. The boy had his head resting on Joel's shoulder and was making small little circles on the boy's stomach as he traced the prominant ab lines. Joel sighed as he threw one arm up to rest behind his head. Colt asked softly, "What's on your mind?" Joel shivered, Colt's breath danced across his skin and his right nipple hardened. "The comments." "What's wrong with the comments? I think they're funny," Colt said as pinched Joel's nipple lightly between his fingers. Joel absently smacked his hand away, "Stop it." "Sometimes you get stuck in your head," Colt said as he stretched lazily. "It's just, they aren't even talking about us anymore," Joel said with a frown. "Here I am, laying my soul bare, and they are making fun of you because of your bodywash." Colt chuckled as he went back to tracing circles. "It's all in fun, they are just showing their appreciation for our fabulous author." "Have you ever wondered how she feels?" Joel asked pointedly. "She put all that work into telling our story, and their making a mockery of it all." Colt moved his head and kissed the boy passionately. Afterwards, Joel asked, "What was that for?" "You said our story," Colt replied with a look that Joel knew he was about to not be in any condition to think anything. "I love you Joel."

So not jumping ahead, because I'm not an animal, but Chapter Six has the greatest title of all time.

Before I became obsessed with this Christmas project, I was going to do 25 days of Christmas movies. As we counted down to my favorite movie, indepth reviews, behind the scenes stories, I only managed to write six of them before this took over my life. Yes, best movie ever. Christmas that is.

me too, and boy did I wish I had the time for this story. But I'm enjoying discovering the story as I go to an end I have already written. Let's see if I can stick the landing.

I also put the entire pizza scene in there because she doesn't like Pizza with sauce. If there was a crossover, she'd have to write the spicy parts, because I don't write those kind of stories. I'm a good boy, not fabulous at all. . Oh my god, you just said Jolt! It's catching on. whoot, And we already discussed this, you spelled fabulous wrong, again. say it with me, the Fabulous Krista.

That's really messed up. Puting a razor blade in the pool. I once stepped on a nail, went clean through my foot. It hurt like badger. On to chapter three.

So I just really focused on the title, and then next chapter we find out Michael is blind, so the title makes sense. Thank you,

Let's see if he can heat up that massage oil that Five produced from his pocket. Don't forget he also produced those skimpy speedos. Percy wasn't the only one planning on winning the game. Let's see which one breaks first. My money is on Roy. .

Normally I methodically plot out my stories, and do multiple re-writes. But for this story, I am doing something I haven't done in years. I am nearly posting as I go. I really wanted to write a christmas story, and when this story blew up into a full length novel, I threw caution to the wind and challenged myself to write a full length novel in two months. I have a bank of fifteen chapters, so when I finish a chapter I post a chapter. Which just happens to be on a Monday usually. So when this is all over, I am going to probably have a bunch of things to correct that I'll do sneakily. I've already went back and edited lots of things in chapter one because I didn't know what was going to happen in the future. It's fun, and very stressful writing in this manner. I hope to have it all buttoned up by Christmas, we shall see. And when I write, I always wear pants.

I work seven days a week, every day is the beginning of my week. Keeps me sane, and contrary to what @Lee Wilson might assert, I have not lost anything except a good portion of my hair.

Just full disclosure, next chapter is a time jump, two months into the future, I couldn't do another First Trip To Mars.

Um, hello, I'm waiting and other witty stuff. If you don't think I've been pelted by paintballs before in my life, then you don't understand I'm worse in real life than I am online. Don't threaten me with a fun Tuesday night.

I'll send you over the chapter. I'll set the stage, Colt and Joel return to the pond/waterfall place where Joel got in a fight. It's when Colt guesses Joel is gay. Let's just say, Colt never left and that twin person never showed up. And Gavin had the hairy ass, and all I said aobut Davin and Roy they were sneaking off after football games. As far as you know, it could be knitting circle, of course they'd be knitting what in show business is called cock socks, but they rarely used their needles for any dirty business. Because I told you I don't know what people do on farms.

The show they were watching was the best Christmas movie of all time, CHristmas Vacation. Being hard is not a requirement to being gay. Being attracted to the same sex makes you gay. I haven't had sex in years and I'm very gay. . I don't think I was suppposed to say that. I'll edit it out later I'm sure during the re-writes. I can honestly say I'm sure the next time I post, will be a Monday.

Hello Mr. Wilson. So I haven't read the first book, and I am too lazy to check so I am humbly requesting. I was wondering if you could tell me what malady our poor protagonist is afflicted with. You mentioned something about his appearance and so did one of the commenters. I am a bit disappointed with this story. Was it well written? Of course. Were the swimming descriptions on par with what I know about swimming? Spot on. Not a single mention about the colors of the speedos, not one description of boys in speedos. . You know I like my undies, bad Mr. Wilson. I'm on to chapter two now.

One of my friends uses it and swears by it. Since I'm married, I don't have any needs for anything to get stiff as it were. I just sit at home on the couch playing video games and drinking eggnog as my husband goes out to the bars and have fun. But I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express once, so there's that.

Mr. @Wilson, I only post on Monday's, so today must be Monday, that's logic my friend. A constant in the universe. Number One, how would you know, you get your partner to do it for you. Number Two, there are things called mirrors. Number Three, Percy is kind of acting like a sub, that's different for a jock/baseball dude thingy. Five didn't convince him to shave his ass, he kind of ordered it. J

Methinks their game is finally reached the point of no return. After the next chapter, the real story begins. I can't wait to see what happens next. After the next chapter that is, I know what happens in the next chapter. Mostly.

Does that work? Not for me, I'm asking for a friend. .

The waiting was palatable. From the moment Five left his shower, all mention of their game had vanished. Five was still silly, made bad jokes, but gone was the flirtatious banter that had been prevalent the first two days. Five still lounged around in his skimpy briefs, seemingly comfortable for someone whose dick had been briefly inside his best friend’s asshole for the first time. Though every morning, Five came into the kitchen, paused, bent over to kiss Percy’s cheek before saying good

You misspelled lovely wrong, FABULOUS. Get your shit together. And I think I disagree with you. I have not made a single chapter dirty. All my comments are thoughtful, and meant to inspire. I could make them dirty, I have made at least one scene dirty AF. But I didn't share with anyone. My philosophy is the fullfilment of a promise I made to Krista. I am holding up my end...see what I did there, kind of made it dirty, but not the chapter.