May is all about being Merry! Got lots of stuff going on this month. Open House for Marching Band, Band Concerts, Books Releasing, Mother's Day. Might not be enough hours to get all the reading in I love to do. And let's not forget writing. Hoping to make goal again this month.
First, that date above! Yup, that's the release date for Ultimate Summer. Frisbees, hot sweaty bodies, shirts versus skins. Oh yeah!
When Brett gets tagged by a flying disc, launched from the hands of ultimate frisbee player Sean, he doesn't expect the mutual attraction to hit just as hard and fast. Sometimes all it takes is a single day to jumpstart an ultimate summer.
#KU #southernjerseyshores #agegapromance #HFN
Flash Fiction
This month's Flash is the start of the next Forest Edge Story... Flint, Steel, and Daddy Charles. I'm still debating what kind of shifter Daddy is. I've made a preliminary decision which I'm keeping a secret for now. Sorry! I don't have a title yet either. Crazy, right??
Hello Steel!
Steel (unedited)
“Here.” Flint shoved a large gift bag at Steel.“What’s this?” Steel took the bag with two hands, expecting it to be heavy and finding it to be surprisingly light. “A present for me?”
Steel lifted the colorful bag decorated for a baby shower or infant birthday party. Lots of cartoon animals and bright balloons. He glanced from the bag to his older brother, narrowing his gaze. Flint bought me another baby toy? His brother was starting to go a little overboard since he’d expressed an interest in age play after seeing all the littles and middles living in Forest Edge. Truth be told, Steel thought the idea appealed to Flint, too, especially with the enthusiasm he’d put into creating a nursery room for Steel to play in.
There hadn’t been a whole lot of toys, games or playtime growing up. Their mom had divorced their dad when Steel was five because his profession put too much stress on her. She’d taken them with her initially, but Dad had fought for custody. Since Mom didn’t have a huge support network and her income wasn’t much even with alimony, they’d ended up moving back and living with him the majority of the time. They’d seen their mom every other weekend until Steel turned twelve, when she remarried and moved away. After that, they’d only seen her a few weeks in the summer and at the holidays. She had kids with her new husband and had a new life, one that had little space for two teenagers.
Their father and uncle owned and ran a security firm and bounty office. The bounty side of things, tracking down criminals who’d skipped bail, got a greater share of the business, but occasionally a high-profile client would come to the city and want an extra layer of protection. Growing up, they’d loved to hear the stories their father would tell them about so-and-so actor at a party or having “a night on the town.”
When Flint was thirteen, their father deemed him old enough to look after eight-year-old Steel. Unfortunately, their father’s job often meant there’d been a lot of nights when he never came home, leaving them to fend for themselves. When their father was home, however, and not occupied with hunting down bail-jumpers, he trained his kids in martial arts and shooting. By the time, Steel was eighteen and had earned his high school diploma, he could take down a guy twice his size and shoot a man-sized target in the heart at 25 yards consistently. His sniper skills exceeded those of any one else working for his dad, although they’d never be used on the job. He was also proficient in fighting with knives and staves. His father had been so proud of “his boy.”
At 19 and 24, Steel and Flint became the most prolific of the bounty hunter teams, but that all changed three years later. Both his father and uncle had teamed up to be bodyguards for an up-and-coming new female singer. She had the voice and the looks, unfortunately, she also had a no-filter mouth on her that pissed a lot of people off. She’d made more than a few enemies and had a couple threats against her; enough that her PR team thought a couple of extra hands on deck would be prudent.
A crazed stalker, shouting how she had disrespected him one too many times, opened fire with an assault weapon at the bar where she’d been holding court after a concert. Their father had been killed protecting the client and their uncle severely injured by a row of gunshots down his left arm and leg. Unable to keep the business afloat, their uncle sent them off into the world.
With nothing to hold him together, Steel grieved long and hard. Flint tried all sorts of things to snap him out of it. He’d cooked Steel all his favorite foods, took him out for meals and to the movies, insisted they play stupid board games together. One night, at his wits end, he’d hugged Steel and then kissed him. Steel had frozen for all of a single second before he grabbed Flint tight and kissed him back. They’d always had each other, neither had dated, both knew they preferred men over women. Flint often said, Steel knew him better then he knew himself, and Steel could say the same. Being with his older brother intimately was just the right progression for them.
That night, they hadn’t done more than kiss and cuddle in bed; they’d also talked until the sun was peeking through the curtains. Flint then dragged Steel into the shower, where he proceeded to wash every inch of Steel’s body before dropping to his knees and sucking him off. Of course, Flint, being the gentleman he was, told Steel he didn’t have to reciprocate, which made Steel angry. Fuck, yeah, he wanted to reciprocate. He shut off the water and tossed a towel at Flint while he dried himself thoroughly. Back in the bedroom, he tackled Flint onto the bed and then took his sweet time ramping his brother up before letting him come.
Following their sexual initiation, they took to learning each other’s bodies as well as they knew each other’s minds and personalities. They watched porn together and experimented with positions and role playing, but neither had an inkling about age play until they moved to Forest Edge. Damn, that had been an eye-opener for sure.
Steel had gravitated right to the littles. He’d left blocks, legos, toy cars and Candyland behind before he’d been ready. Flint was too much of a brat to be a little, but Steel thought he identified with the teenage middles. He’d never been good about making decisions, so the guidance aspect worked for him. He’d always made a better employee than supervisor.
“Aren’t you going to open it?”
Steel glanced at his big brother---older brother, since he was actually the bigger of the two of them. Flint carried a beer he must have gotten from the refrigerator while Steel had been lost in thought. He took a long drag as he peered over the bottle’s edge at Steel.
“I promise it won’t bite.”
Fuck, Flint’s smirk was sexy, but the draw of the present proved too much for Steel to ignore. He knelt on the floor with the bag in front of him and began pulling out the tissue paper and throwing it every which way. If it was a baby toy, then he could be a baby about opening it, right?
The sight of white fur made him pause, the cute black button nose had him leaning closer. “Oh Flint,” Steel sighed as he reached inside and lifted out a large polar bear. He hugged the bear to his chest and nuzzled into the soft fur of its neck. “Gods, he’s adorable.”
