Showing posts with label Pretty Boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pretty Boy. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Wednesday Brief: Pretty Boy 9 #freeread #wednesdaybrief #writingprompt #malemale #romance #LGBT



Happy Wednesday, lovelies!

Nanowrimo has just begun so though I'm trying to keep up with the daily word count I also didn't want to stop Josh's, Jay's and Anthony's story.

Today, I'm continuing where we left off from the last time. Josh had been snooping around his ex's house and re-living old memories. The last line was:

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Anthony in the kitchen doorway, staring at him intently.

 
You can find the last chapter here.


The prompt I used this week was "three sheets to the wind".

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Pretty Boy 9

“I haven’t changed things much,” Anthony said. His voice was deep and smooth like velvet. Josh swallowed. He had forgotten the effect that timbre had on him. The heat in Anthony’s eyes reminded him of the orange flicker of the flame around a campfire. Josh dropped his gaze and looked toward the chair again.

“I admit it was comfortable,” he said.

Anthony chuckled. “You can sit on it, you know? It’s not going to bite you.”

Josh’s breath caught in his throat. Had he imagined it or had Anthony made more emphasis on the word it’s?
“That’s all right. I rather not. I think, I’ll just sit on the couch, unless, you need help in the kitchen?” Josh glanced at Anthony. He hadn’t moved from the kitchen doorway.

“Not at all. Don’t you want to check out the rest of the house? I did make some changes in the bedroom.”

Josh’s cheeks grew warm. Changes in the bedroom? What kind of changes? When they’d been together, Anthony’s bedroom hadn’t exactly been a place of deep comfort and rest. It had been… functional. That was the word. He had had a large King size mattress with a plain wooden headboard and two matching bedside tables to each side. That was all. When Josh has asked him about it, Anthony had said that he didn’t really care for a pretty room.

Bedrooms are for sleeping. I don’t need a dressing table, ornaments, fluttery curtains. That’s unnecessary regalia I won’t be looking at.”

They’d argued a few times about that. Josh had wanted something more in the bedroom. Something practical, yes, but also something more intimate, cozier. He wanted to feel at home in their bedroom. Instead, he’d repeatedly felt as if he was in a sterile hotel room.

“You’ve got five minutes to decide, pretty boy. Dinner is almost ready.”

Anthony turned around and headed back to the kitchen. Josh took in a deep breath. He both wanted to run to the hills and into Anthony’s arms. Fuck. He had to remember why he was there. He had come because of Jay. He had come because he’d mated with a man that didn’t want to be in a pair. He had made a mistake and Anthony was the only person that could help him get out of this mess. His parents couldn’t know or they would accuse him of being irresponsible. They’d ask him what he’d been thinking and probably adduce that he had been three sheets to the wind when it had happened. Perhaps he had been or maybe he’d just been a freaking idiot. Whatever it was, he needed to solve and he needed to do it soon. Josh squared his shoulder. He would act bravely. It was time to stop cowering. He cared about Jay enough to get them both out of this mess. He went into the kitchen and stopped. His heart ached. Anthony stood at the stove, sleeves rolled back showcasing his powerful forearms as he sautéed the vegetables on the frying pan. The urge to go to him and hug him from behind had Josh curling his fingers around the edge of the island. He was over Anthony. Josh had left him. He was mated to another man.

“Stop ogling me and set the table, pretty boy, this is just about ready.”

To be continued...

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Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Wednesday Brief: Pretty Boy 8 #freeread #wednesdaybrief #writingprompt #malemale #romance #LGBT

Happy Wednesday, lovelies!

Today is a holiday here in Spain, so I'll be out and about the house in a little town called Alcala de Henares, home of Cervantes, the author of Don Quixote. 

However, I couldn't miss another week of Briefs, now could I? Today, I'm continuing where we left off from the last time, when Josh was about to see his ex again. The last line was:

“Come in, Pretty boy, don’t just stand there. Did you miss me much?” Anthony said.

You can find the last chapter here.


The prompt I used this week was the picture of a diamond.

 Enjoy and don't forget to visit the other briefers!






Pretty Boy8


“I-“ Josh began. He didn't know what to say. Had he missed him? Words wouldn't come to him. His hands curled into fists in his pockets. He stared at Anthony’s eyes. They sparkled like diamonds beneath the porch light.

“Yes?” Anthony prompted.

“Hi-Hi, Anthony,” Josh managed to choke out.

Anthony smirked, but had the good grace not to comment on his nervousness or his lack of response. He stood aside and beckoned Josh to enter with a sweep of his hand. Swallowing hard, Josh walked inside. The sound of the door clicking shut behind him made the hair on his neck stand. What had he been thinking? The urge to turn around and run made his palms clammy. He curled his toes, hoping that somehow that would help him stay and not look for an escape.

“Go on, Pretty Boy. You know the place. It hasn’t really changed in the past few months.”

“Thanks,” Josh mumbled.

How he was speaking was beyond him. His tongue felt thick and dry as if he’d eaten a spoonful of honey mixed with sand. Anthony barged ahead toward the kitchen area. He didn’t look back, confident that Josh would be able to find his way inside the house.

As soon as Anthony was out of sight, Josh let out a long breath. He pulled his hands from his pockets and wiped his brow. He was sweating buckets. Fuck. Anthony would have noticed and out of consideration he’d let him on his own for a bit. Josh bit his bottom lip and raised his eyes. His heart raced against his chest like horses on a track racing for the finish line. He didn’t know what he expected, perhaps more changes. If he had been Anthony, he would have remodeled the house. Out with the old and in with the new. Heck, in a way, that’s what he had done, no? He had left Anthony, moved to an apartment downtown and mated with a new man, all in the space of a few months.

Anthony, on the other hand, had hardly changed anything in the house. He’d added an umbrella holder behind the front door. It was made from a light colored wood with a darker strip across the middle. Josh inched closer. The wood was carved in the shape of tiny leaves. There were no umbrellas. He glanced to his right. The open house concept allowed him a full view of the dining room. The round mahogany table was exempt of any ornaments. Josh raked his fingers through his hair. When they had been together he’d always made sure Anthony had a fresh bouquet of flowers on the tabletop.

Josh moved further inside. He didn’t dare look to his left, well aware that was where the bedrooms were. Instead, he entered the living room. His heart jolted at the sight of the old leather chair. It was still there, looking as worn as always. He closed his eyes as memories filed through his mind: Anthony reading the flat screen’s TV instruction manual, his feet dangling from the arm of the chair; watching football games together, Josh on Anthony’s lap, running his fingers through his hair, distracting him, kissing him; making love.

“Fuck,” Josh muttered.

He dragged his gaze away from the piece of furniture. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Anthony in the kitchen doorway, staring at him intently.

To be continued...

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