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Crushed
     

Crushed

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by J. M. Snyder
 

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Once the star of his high school basketball team, Nathan Gayle has played the field for years. Now in his twenties, he's getting tired of one night stands and heated hook-ups with strangers; he wants something more. Was that asking too much?

Wes Roberts has had a fierce crush on Nathan since high school. A chance encounter at prom created a memory Wes still

Overview

Once the star of his high school basketball team, Nathan Gayle has played the field for years. Now in his twenties, he's getting tired of one night stands and heated hook-ups with strangers; he wants something more. Was that asking too much?

Wes Roberts has had a fierce crush on Nathan since high school. A chance encounter at prom created a memory Wes still cherishes, one perfect moment in time. His current relationship with Roger pales in comparison, but he's been with the man for eight months now and they've settled into a routine that's not exactly comfortable.

When Wes and Nathan meet up again years later at a friend's party, the spark between them is rekindled. But there's Roger, who wrestles with anger and drinking problems. Roger, whom Wes is still dating. Though the choice between the two men seems obvious, breaking up with Roger may be easier said than done.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781456388348
Publisher:
CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:
12/30/2010
Pages:
144
Product dimensions:
5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.31(d)

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Gravel crunched beneath their feet when they stepped onto Tom's driveway. Nathan saw his co-worker's Tacoma pickup, the metallic cab a deep red that looked almost black in the darkness. A few kegs of beer hunched in the back of the wide bed. "How about here?" he asked, letting go of Wes long enough to climb up onto the back bumper of the truck. "No one will see us in here."

Indecision flickered across Wes's face. He looked at the house, a few feet away and well lit, but the party seemed to have moved inside--there were just a few stragglers on the porch now, couples making out in battered lawn chairs, and the music wasn't so loud anymore. Someone must've called the cops, Nathan mused, climbing into the back of Tom's truck. "I don't know," Wes said, frowning at him. "It's not your pickup, Nathan--"

"It's Tom's," Nathan told him. "He won't mind. Come on."

He held a hand out to Wes, who looked back at the house again. "Please?" Nathan whispered. "Out here it's just us, that's it. Please."

Wes sighed, but he took Nathan's hand and stepped up on the bumper. "If anyone sees us..."

Then he tripped climbing over the tailgate, caught his foot on the lock, and fell against Nathan, knocking him back. Nathan stumbled over an empty keg that rolled away beneath him and landed hard on his ass, Wes in his lap and already apologizing. "Oh, fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean--"

Nathan kissed the words from his lips. "You're a little accident prone tonight, aren't you?" he joked, but he was grinning--at least the guy was in his lap, his knee pressing right where Nathan wanted it. He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, and thrust his hips against Wes's leg as hegasped in delight at the sensations that flooded his body. "It's okay," he sighed, throwing his head back. "Sweet Jesus, Wes."

A soft, damp tongue licked down the length of his throat, leaving a warm trail that cooled in the night air. "I thought I was over you," Wes whispered, easing the collar of Nathan's turtleneck down so he could kiss his neck.

His mouth latched onto the hollow of Nathan's throat, his tongue tickling between his lips, his teeth nipping the soft skin. The thought of that mouth on other parts of his body, his chest and his arms and his thighs, his cock, his ass, made Nathan thrust against him once more. His hands massaged Wes's upper arms, kneading the thick flesh, his knee coming up between Wes's legs as his friend pushed him back to the bed of the truck. He loved this, the weight of another on top of him, of Wes, his body still familiar after all the time that had passed, his kisses still as sweet. His hands relearned a path down Wes's chest, his fingers remembering the nipples they tweaked, the flat stomach, the muscles sheathed just beneath the skin. Without hesitation his hands eased into his friend's jeans and Wes moaned as he cupped an uncompromising erection, rubbing it through the tight briefs. "Nathan," he sighed.

Nathan loved to hear his name in that voice, that breathless, that full of need.

Faint footsteps drifted through the heat of their touch, a soft crunch of gravel, and then Tom's laughter separated itself from the music and the distant din of the party. Coming their way, but Nathan couldn't seem to care about that right now. All he wanted was Wes above him, against him, in him so deep he'd never find his way out.

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