Not One Word
Title: Not One WordSeries: Kinky Quickies (Book 1)
Genre: Male/Male, BDSM, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Resplendence Publishing
Length: 4,800 words
This story was inspired by the picture below. It was taken by Chris of www.StumblingOverChaos.com at Twin Cities Pride 2011 and is posted here with her permission.
Blurb:
Nothing interesting has ever happened to Ben while he takes his evening run through the park opposite his house—until today that is.
He spots a very strangely dressed man sitting all alone on the grass not far from the path he runs along. He approaches, thinking the guy might need help, only to find the man unwilling to speak a single word. Nods and headshakes are all he can get out of the guy.
Ben doesn’t intend to take the stranger back to his flat. He doesn’t intend for things to get hot and kinky between them either. Luckily for Ben, what he intends to do, and what he’ll actually end up doing, are two very different things!
Excerpt:
As Ben Chapel cautiously approached the figure sitting all alone in the middle of the grass, the guy looked up. The look in the man’s eyes damn near took Ben’s breath away. All thoughts of his evening run were forgotten.
Crouching down alongside the strangely dressed form, Ben nibbled on his bottom lip as he tried to think of something to say. “Are you hurt?” he hazarded.
The guy shook his head.
Ben ran his gaze over the man before him—from the tip of his tiny black hat all the way down to where his torso disappeared into a flurry of…of some sort of white net skirt?
He had to be some sort of performer; maybe one of the mime artists that often set up shop in the park during the busier times of day. Maybe that’s why there was something strangely familiar about him…
Still, if Ben didn’t understand the clothes the other man was wearing, he certainly understood those parts of the other man that weren’t covered up. Lean lines of pale muscle called out to him. Ben’s palms itched with a sudden desire to reach out and stroke the guy’s bare skin.
Clearing his throat, Ben rested one elbow on a bent knee and wove his fingers together in an effort not to grope without an invitation.
The other man was still staring up at him, his big soulful eyes heavily painted with makeup. The dark lines weren’t smudged. As dejected as he looked, he couldn’t have actually given way to tears at any point. That was good.
Ben looked over his shoulder, tracing the cycling path through the park until it curved out of view. There was no one else in sight. Bloody typical. He usually couldn’t complete his run without tripping over a dozen dog walkers, joggers, love struck couples and kids on their way to feed the ducks at the pond.
Once more, Ben found his attention pulled back to the man sitting on the grass. He was so gorgeous, he looked almost otherworldly. “Are you on your own?” Ben asked.
He wasn’t sure what he expected him to say. Aliens probably didn’t admit that there was an orbiting mother ship waiting for them. Elfish folk almost certainly wouldn’t tell humans if there was an easy way to slip between magical and earthly worlds and meet all their friends.
For whatever reason, the only answer Ben received was a nod. The guy was alone. Ben took a deep breath, counted to ten, and did all those very sensible things a person should do when he knew damn well he was about to make a big mistake, but also knew that wasn’t going to stop himself from making it.
It wasn’t a good idea to pick up strange men in the park. He could be a serial killer or a psychopath. He could be a sadist…