Teaser Tuesday~Pot call the Kettle Black #MMM #NaNoWriMo #romance

It’s Teaser Tuesday time.  This week I am sharing Simon’s view of his first meeting with Topher. Things are about to change in both men’s lives. I know this hasn’t gotten deep into the story yet, but next week I will be switching to my current WIP.  It is the book this one spins off from, and you will meet both men there but not as in-depth.

I hope you enjoy this teaser. It does have some man on man interest so if that’s not your thing you may want to wait until next week.

Simon Plus Two is a Nano project and is extremely rough, so please forgive any mistakes it will soon see an edit.

Simon Plus Two copyright2016

Simon Meets Topher

I heard the door open and close. I knew it was late. I felt eyes on me but didn’t want any confrontation. I have my phone on my chest and my smartwatch on, so alarms will vibrate and not wake the other guy up. I laid my work clothes on the chair by the door, so I can slip out and not wake up Annie’s son. I had heard all about the confrontations yesterday afternoon. I had been at Max’s before the game. TJ had texted me a short version and filled me in on detail before the game.
Vibrations against my arm and one a little lower than it should be woke me up. My phone had slid precariously down my chest resting against my groin.  I quickly turn off the alarms, swing my legs over the bed and adjust my morning wood. I had some great dreams of Max and needed to head to the shower to take care of the aftermath. I caught a glimpse of blue or is it black? No maybe a mixture of both, spread above a handsome face. I saw piercings. Several of them. I’m not into that look, but they looked good on him. Real good. My erection got harder if that was possible. Suddenly brilliant green eyes met mine. He scoured my body his gaze landing on my engorged cock. I noticed his tongue flick out and moisten his lips. I could see the want in his eyes. Suddenly he jumped up.

“What the fuck are you looking at me like that for you queer!”
Hmm pot calling kettle black?
“Shh, you will have everyone rushing in here. I’m not gonna tell your secret.”
“I don’t have a secret! I—Uhh-Just—get out of my room Cocksucker!”
I could see the panic on his face. He jumps up, and immediately I see I am right. The poor guy is hard as my first attempt at biscuits.
I reach for him to calm him down. We don’t need people bursting through our door both of standing there with dueling dicks.
Too late. The door slams open nearly coming off the hinge. TJ rushes in followed by Annie. OH No. I grab my pillow, press it into the man’s arms knocking him to a sitting position on the bed. He still glares. Irate. Confused. TJ grabs for him. I step in front of TJ.
“What the Fuck! You will not call Simon those names.”
Annie stands in shock. “What did he say.”
I wince as TJ repeats what he heard.
The man sat still. I can tell he is thinking of things to deflate his problem. The commotion took care of mine. Then I realize I am standing there just in sleep pants, no shirt and my room bursting with people. I wrap my arms around myself hiding my nudeness.
TJ notices. Hey guys, why don’t ya start breakfast? They nod and head out the door leaving Annie and TJ. He hands me my shirt. I notice the other man watching as I put it on.
“Christopher. I won’t tolerate that in this house. You were raised better”. Her eyes were soft, her voice kind.
I can still see the panic in his eyes as he avoids his mother’s gaze.
“I want him out of this room. This is my room. You wanted me back. So I want my room back. Or give me enough money to get back to New Orléans and I will leave you alone.” He shouted.
“I’m sorry Christopher, but you have issues you and I have to deal with, and until then you stay. Once we work it out between us, you can go where ever you wish. Caleb said you could work afternoons and evenings with him at the feed store. I want you working some here.”
“Get him out of my room.” His breath is getting quick his hands shaking.
“I’ll work out the room arrangements with the other guys. By this afternoon we should have it all settled. I am ashamed of you Christopher.”
“TOPHER” He screams.
You all go on. I’ll be a few minutes we will be down for breakfast and decide if there needs to be a room change then. I turn to Topher. He is becoming bluer than his hair. I show them all out and slip beside him. I shake him slightly.
“Take a deep breath Topher.”
He turns to me his face ashen.
“Why don’t you want her to know. She will accept you she has been nothing but kind to me.”
“You’re not her son. Not her flesh and blood. You didn’t let her down by not following her dreams. You weren’t the selfish one that took off to follow his own dreams. You’re not the one that’s not going to give her grandkids. ”
“It’s best we continue sharing rooms. This way you can call your boyfriend, Skype, do whatever you need to be yourself. In here no pretending. But you would feel so much better if you tell you mom you’re gay.”
I expected him to deck me. Instead, he slumped into my arms and started crying hysterically.

I hope you like my guys. I have a thing about characters and I want these two men to hit you hard. One sweet the other you may not like much. At least for a while. So what do you think about Simon and Topher? do they need more development? if so what?
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Comments

  1. Intense scene, so well done. Both characters are interesting, and good counterparts. I’m looking forward to more of them. Love the biscuit line!

    • Cathy Brockman says:

      Thank you so much Flossie! Means a lot since I know you haven’t read much of this genre. That’s my goal to hook people to read my stories because of the characters and stories NOT the genre.

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