Welcome back and hello to the newcomers! This week I'm sharing a snippet from an old project, Worth the Trouble. I've had this one done for a while, but different circumstances have kept it off the shelf. If you're going to The Novel Experience Event in Las Vegas you will get a chance to get an exclusive, not yet available anywhere else, ebook.
Marcellus Graham and Victor Lange have worked together for three years at Frontier Gaming. Marc is a programmer while Vic is an animator, working together has helped them build a friendship, but now they both want more than that. In fact, they’ve wanted to test the waters for awhile, yet both are afraid to make the first move. Each of them has old scars keeping them from moving forward.
Until one night when Vic shows up drunk at Marc’s doorstep and kisses him, only to pass out and remember nothing the next morning. Marc struggles with dating Vic because he’s demanding and dominant, something Marc’s already run from once. A controlling, abusive boyfriend is a page in history he can’t bear to repeat.
Vic crawled to his knees and leaned forward. Marc thought he was falling, so he reached out to steady him. He pushed Marc's hands away and scooted closer, before Marc had a chance to ask what he was doing their lips met. Vic's tongue darted out, brushed against Marc's upper lip.
He didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to react. Marc longed to deepen their kiss. If Vic initiated it who was he to deny them both what they obviously desired. When he wrapped his hands around Vic's arms his friend didn't fight him. Marc rose to his own knees bringing them even with each other. Their position perfect, Marc ran his hands up Vic's arms to his face. He tilted Vic's head to the side and plunged his tongue into his mouth. Vic groaned, his hands moved from his side to the top of Marc's thighs. His fingers splayed across the bare skin where Marc’s boxers had slid up toward the top of his thigh. Marc felt the rough calluses on Vic’s fingers and palms rubbing against his legs. The skin hardened from working outside or his garage in his free time. His roughened fingers hit all the right spots sending Marc higher and higher. The pleasure of being so close when they’d spent so much time next to each other and miles apart at the same time was too much, too tempting. He had to stop this. Vic was too drunk to know what he was doing.
“Vic. We shouldn't,” Marc said breathlessly.
“I know. But I'm tired of telling myself no, Marc.”
The pain in Vic’s eyes nearly made Marc forget why he’d suggested they stop. Had kissing him brought on that hurt? How could he possibly live with knowing that he'd caused his friend agony like that? Marc needed to take control of this situation. Between Vic's inebriation and the late hour, he lost track of his own actions.
“Listen, you're drunk. It's late. We both need to cool off. Why don't you sleep in my bed and I'll go back to the couch?”
“No. I want you. Sleep with me, Marc.”
See you next week!