Welcome back to Teaser Tuesday. I am still working on NaNo and coming to the finish line. Last week we Met Topher. This week I would like to introduce Simon. He is also in my M/F Book Base Ball Bats and Cowboy Hats. I loved him so much I decided to write his story. This will be standalone. I made it so those that don’t care for MM romance can enjoy Baseball bats and Cowboy Hats and those that don’t care for M/F and read only M/M can enjoy this one without needing to read BaseBall Bats and Cowboy hats. It has been a challenge to write in real-time with the other book and not make it sound like the same book. This is entirely a different story. This way those of us that like to read both genres can read both books and not get the same thing twice. Another challenge for me is this one is a lot steamier than I usually write. Topher is the character and experimenting to find himself. Another Challenge is this is my first M/M/ M story. Lots of firsts for me. I hope it you enjoy it as much as I have written it. I hope to have it out late next year after Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats debuts.
Let’s meet Simon.
Simon Plus Two(working Title) copyright2016
Mark laughs, washes his hands and slips on a rubber glove. I wait until he has his goat and is settled.
“About last night.” We say in unison.
“You go first.” I gesture to him.
“I was up late last night thinking about our date. I had a great time. I like you a lot.It didn’t seem like you were as into me as I am you when we kissed.” He keeps his eyes trained on the goat in front of him.
“I’m sorry Mark. I like you a lot. I had a good time talking to you. I think I’m not ready for anything else yet. We didn’t have a lot in common.”
“Simon, I know your young. You probably don’t have a lot of experience. Love doesn’t happen overnight . You have to work for it. Give a person time. You don’t have to be in love to have sex.”
“I disagree with that. I know relationships take time. I’m not that naïve. I don’t believe in sex just to get off. I want more. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you. I hope we can stay friends.”
We both move our goats out into the field to let them get some sun and grass. I am extra nervous with no barriers between us. He pulls me into a tight embrace. His lips meet mine. Again no sparks. It’s sweet and gentle. He lets me go with sorrow in his eyes.
“I like you a lot. If you change your mind and want to try more let me know. In the meantime yes we can be friends. If you ever need anything you can count on me.”
With two of us working it doesn’t take long to finish up.
This morning TJ and I are heading out to the homeless shelter to start a baseball league for them. There are a couple of boys homes, group homes, women’s centers and shelters in Edenfield and Putoxi, a town not far away. We have to see how many are willing to play and the ages. Rick said he would help us and be an umpire. I‘m surprised at how many signed up. We have enough to make a little league team with the 11 and 12 year olds. The 6-8 year olds we are going to start with t ball then move them into softball. The 9-10 year olds Rick said to use a softball. We had a few girls interested so we let them join in their respective age groups. They were too cute to say no to. It’s mainly for fun and to keep them off the streets, and to teach them to get along with others. I’m going to fund getting them uniforms.
TJ and I took the 9-10-year-olds. Some of the other players took the other age groups. We get to meet our team today. We head back to the ballpark to wait for them to arrive.
“Hey, guys.” Rick greets us.
“Hi coach.” TJ and I said in unison.
“This is a great thing you’re doing guys. I hope you know what you’re getting into. This won’t be an easy task. I hope you realize the work. With your chores at the farm, practice, and games you will be exhausted.”
“Yes sir. We thought it over for a while and discussed it. We decided practice with the boys after our practice for an hour three days a week. When have to do away games we will have to adjust their schedules.”TJ replied in his usual cocky manner.
Suddenly a bus pulls up and a herd of noisy children explode out. We have little boys going in all sorts of directions. TJ goes one way. I go another and Rick yet another. I feel like a sheep dog. The Driver and director of them look frazzled. I’m beginning to see why Rick asked if we were sure of this and they haven’t been here ten minutes. “Do you need us to stay?” The director asked. TJ. Heck I don’t know. I was hoping Rick would answer.Go enjoy yourselves for an hour or so.”TJ jumped in and answered. I look at him like he’s crazy.
“It’s cool Simon We can do this. They’re just excited.” He is bouncing himself.
It takes a few minutes but between the three of us we get them to sit in the dugout. They thought that was cool.
“Ok, guys how about we introduce ourselves,” TJ announced. I pulled out the Sharpie and the cool baseball shaped labels we found to write their names on. This will make it easier for us to remember their names.
“I’m not a guy!” A cute pixie-faced little girl with brilliant red hair and freckles stands up She places her hands on her hips, her mouth in a tight line and her eyes squint. Oh boy this one is going to rival all the boys.
“And gals. I’m sorry. How about you start. What’s your name honey?” TJ flashes his million dollar smile that usually melts all women’s hearts.
“It’s Becca and don’t call me honey!”
It’s all I can do to suppress a giggle. Coach Rick doesn’t even try.
“TJ, it looks like you met a girl who can resist your charms.” Coach chuckles.
“Don’t laugh at me.” The little redhead growls. Yes she growled. This is one scary ten-year old.
“Here ya go Miss Becca.” I write her name on one of the labels and show her how to put it on her shirt. I sure am not going to touch her. I’m sure I’d end up with a black eye.
It’s just Becca. Not Miss. You didn’t put Miss on there did ya?” She snatches the tag and inspects it closely. She places it on her shirt were I showed and grins.
One down fourteen to go. This may be a long hour.
“Ok, Let’s go down the line. Next.”
TJ points to a tall African-American boy with lots of braids in his hair. “I’m Terrence Smith.”
Next. TJ points to the one beside Terrence as I get his sticker on him.
“I’m Jeremy Adkins.”
“Do you go by Jeremy or Jerry?”
I hand him his sticker. The next one is Garry Wolfe. He is Tall and stocky and looks older than 10 or 11.
Akira Ichiro is a small Asian boy. I think he so adorable with his narrow brown eyes.
Benny Graves is a chunky, pale complexioned boy. He doesn’t look happy to be here.
Joel Robertson is an average Caucasian boy with brown hair and brown eyes.
Dwayne Morgan is a light brown-skinned boy with the prettiest almond colored eyes.
Estevan Sanchez and Domingo Alverez are both Hispanic. They make me think of TJ.
Wilson Arnold, Nathaniel Roberson, Darrin Bennett, Larry Norman are all Caucasian. Nathaniel is also big for his age and tan. I can tell he has been outside a lot.
“Ok guys and gal. Thanks for sitting still while we did introductions.” TJ shouts over the din. Yeah he exaggerated a lot when he said sitting still. We had them trapped in the dugout. Coach stood at the entrance I stood at the exit so they couldn’t run around in the field.
“I am TJ, this is Simon. He waves his hand towards me. “This is Simon.
He waves towards me. We will be your coaches. This is Rick he is our coach and will be your Umpire.”
The bus pulls back up and the kids all groan.
“We wanted to play ball” several shouted out.
“We will try out and find out who plays what next week. For now be good to your advisors or they wont bring you back.” Tj lines up the kids and marches them to the bus.
I thought this was a cute excerpt with the little league kids. Remember this is very rough draft. It has not been edited at all and will undergo serious work after NaNo.
I hope you enjoyed it. Do you have any suggestions to make this excerpt better? Do you like M/M contemporary romance?