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Music and Metal

Music and Metal

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by Mike Shade
     
 
What happens when the man you left suddenly becomes the man you need?

Richard and Dave have a past together, but back then they couldn't give each other what they needed. They were too young, too unsure. When they meet again, it's both awkward and wonderful. Richard is far more confident now, and he knows he can be the sort of lover Dave requires. He's learned a

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What happens when the man you left suddenly becomes the man you need?

Richard and Dave have a past together, but back then they couldn't give each other what they needed. They were too young, too unsure. When they meet again, it's both awkward and wonderful. Richard is far more confident now, and he knows he can be the sort of lover Dave requires. He's learned a lot over the years, letting his own insecurities go. Which means he can take on Dave's.

Dave has some secrets that might blow up in their faces, though, including a man whose obsession leads to danger and heartache. He retreats into his music, trying to keep Richard safe from his demons, but Richard won't let him hide. Not anymore. Richard is determined to prove that Dave is a wonderful man, and one worthy of love.

When violence and fear threaten to tear them apart, Dave has to learn to trust Richard to protect him, and Richard has to believe that Dave will trust him. They have to learn to work together to make their own life, one that leaves the past behind. Can these two blend music and metal into something beautiful?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781934166413
Publisher:
Torquere Press
Publication date:
11/28/2006
Pages:
248
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.56(d)

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The Silver Dagger was Richard's usual haunt, and he sat at the bar, sipping on a Rusty Nail, watching the pretty little subs and the even prettier sub wannabes standing in groups and moving on the dance floor. There were a number of tops prowling and sniffing around them, but Richard preferred to wait to be approached--he liked a sub with some balls, a sub who knew what he wanted ... or at least who thought he knew what he wanted.

Sal Balna came in, dressed in studded leather. He looked like danger personified, but Richard knew, as did the other regulars, that Sal was a pussycat, all bark and very little bite.

Richard's own jeans and the leather vest he wore weren't showy, but then his ability spoke for itself. He knew very well that no matter how he dressed, he carried himself like the top dog he was.

It was a confidence born of experience, of skill.

He downed the rest of the drink and nodded his head to the beat of the industrial rock blaring through the speakers. A lean man settled two stools down, older than the others, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, dirty blond hair pulled back in a pony...

Well, he'd be damned.

David Magnus.

David "I just want you to tie me up a little" Magnus, the whole reason Richard had discovered the lifestyle in the first place. They'd split up because he couldn't give Dave what he needed. Of course, that was a lot of years ago and Richard was a different man now. He could tie Dave up now and more than just a little.

He cleared his throat.

Those eyes were just as green as ever, just as bright as they went wide. "Rich!"

He smiled and stood. "Dave. Long time no see, man."

He walked around tothe other side of Dave, letting his eyes linger, take in the sweet little ass encased in the tight jeans, the lean muscles outlined by the T-shirt. Some things hadn't changed much. "You're looking good."

"Thanks. You ... you look better than ever. Honest." Dave had a tiny little goatee now, a gay pride necklace around his throat.

"Thank you." Rich knew he did. He worked out now, he was confident now. Most of all, he knew who he was.

"I haven't seen you here before, Dave."

"Hmm? No. No. I just ... I'm in a wandering phase."

Oh, Dave still hadn't found what he needed. Richard wondered if Dave even knew what he was looking for. And that lit a fire in his belly. "If you were mine, you wouldn't be wandering," he noted.

"No? So far, I'm not the, uh ... keeper type." The shot of whiskey was slammed back, another ordered.

He chuckled. "No?" Leaning in, he whispered into Dave's ear. "If you were mine you'd be branded as mine, collared, cuffed, taken."

He got this look--familiar and new all at once, completely taken aback and exposed for a moment--then it faded into apathy. "Tease."

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