Are there readers of this blog who haven't read WLINE? (When Love is Not Enough) Excerpt:
September 3, 2004
Labor Day weekend starts tomorrow. I can’t wait. I get to be at
my dad’s for three whole days. I know he has to work, because it’s a
holiday and all, but I don’t care. When he’s not working maybe we can
go hiking or something. Ooooh, or fishing at that pond I found a few
I wonder if Darian likes to fish? Hmmm… I’ll have to ask.
School is going good so far. Nobody’s said anything to me about
my parents or how my dad moved or how my mom put the house up for
sale when she finally married Mr. Mustache Man. No jokes yet, but I
won’t hold my breath. I think Joey was about to say something in PE,
but Matt glared at him for me.
I’ve been grateful for Matt. If it wasn’t for him looking out for me,
I think I’da been in a lot more fistfights. I guess it pays off for him to
work out all the time and build up his muscles. No one messes with him.
Well, come to think of it, no one messed with him before. I remember
him being a scrawnyass little guy in middle school, and no one seemed
to care. They liked him anyhow. Who wouldn’t? Matt’s the perfect
I think he’s….
Something hard smacked Jimmy on the back of the head and
stopped his thoughts dead in their tracks. He stopped writing but kept
his head down. He really didn’t want to turn around and see who threw
the dinner roll that came with the school lunch. He waited. No more
fights, he whispered to himself.
“Hey, Miller. Your stupid dad get a job yet? I hear they fired his
ass from Big Lots.” Snickering ensued.
Jimmy closed his eyes. He knew that voice and those snickers.
Joey Taylor was not the guy he wanted to deal with right now. He was
controlling his anger. Right? Control. He took a few deep breaths and
sat stockstill. A juice box hit him in the back of the head. Jimmy
turned quickly in his seat at the lunch table.
“Now, now, Joey Taylor….” Matt happened by at the most
convenient of times. “I thought you were due in Mrs. Monroe’s room
for academic support?” He winked at Jimmy before peering confidently
Joey scrunched up his eyes and scratched his head, mussing up
his unruly red curls. “Yeah, so? I don’t see how it’s any of your
“It’s not.” Matt shrugged. “I was simply dropping off some
textbooks in her office and overheard her talking to another teacher.
She said something about ‘wondering where you were’ and having to
talk to your mom, that’s all.”
Matt’s cool tone almost made Jimmy snort juice out through his
nose. He choked back laughter. Damn, Matt’s good!
“Aw, shit!” Joey cursed, grabbing his books and dashing off
through the lunchroom doors.
“Did you really hear Mrs. Monroe saying that?” another boy
Jimmy piped up and answered for his friend. “Rob, you know
Matt wouldn’t lie about something like that.”
“Nah, I guess not.” Satisfied, the boy went back to eating. Joey
was forgotten. So was Jimmy.
Matt smiled at Jimmy, sauntered over and sat down. “Joey’s such
a schmoe. He’ll never learn to leave you alone.”
Matt’s eyes flickered over to Jimmy’s notebook. “You still
This is part of chapter 2
The Cost of Loving is a work in progress that was rejected 3 times. Why? I don't know. Grammar was awful so that had could not have helped. Maybe the story was boring? Maybe it rambled on like my blogs? I don't know. I've taken it back to the drawing board and rewritten several chapters and restructured it. Does it flow better? I have no idea. I've read it so many times I think I can recite dialogue. I'm numb to the affects. (or is it Effects?) I wish I paid attention in English class! So, TCOL... Excerpt??? Sadly I am having a hard time finding a bit in the beginning that isn't inappropriate to post. (Too much sexual content.) Um, hmmm.... Here is a portion. (Let me know if it is not clean enough to post and I'll edit it. If I can.)
Matt went home feeling good about church for the first time in a long time. He was happy. He was even happier and surprised to find Darian awake. He was quiet, but he was at least awake. Matt changed into something more comfortable and plopped down on the couch next to him. Maybe now is a good time to talk?
“What ya watching?” he asked, hoping to start a conversation.
“Nothing,” answered Darian, staring at the television.
He was wearing a tight blue, graphic T-shirt with clouds across the front. It was good to see him wearing a brighter color. Many of the shirts he wore were black. Matt liked the lighter shade. Darian was also in his underwear. Matt grinned in appreciation. He liked Darian’s legs. He reached over and stroked his thigh, relishing the feel of his course leg-hairs prickling his fingertips. But Darian’s lack of verbal participation was discouraging.
Should I talk? What did people talk about? I talked cars with Jamie. Does Darian like cars? “So, Dare, do you have any hobbies?”
Darian cocked his head in Matt’s direction and lifted his eyebrow, giving him a look. “I draw,” he said, in a tone that made Matt feel stupid; he turned his attention back to the television.
“Sorry. I knew that.” Matt was trying. Making small talk was hard! “Did you draw anything today?”
“Are you into anything else? Cars maybe?”
Darian shook his head.
This was going nowhere fast. Matt moved his hand higher on Darian’s leg and caressed his inner thigh. He wasn’t as boney as Matt thought. He had muscle. His thighs were seriously fine. Probably from sitting in my lap several times this week. Matt’s penis woke up. Shit! Focus, Matt, focus! Hobbies, not sex. So, what was I thinking about? Matt cleared his throat. “Um, do you ever go to the gym and work out?” Matt figured if Darian worked out, he could develop definition easily, just few squats a day would do a lot for his gorgeous legs.
“No.” Again with the look!
“Dare, I’m trying. How am I supposed to get to know you if you don’t say anything.”
“I don’t feel like talking.” Darian clicked off the television and tried to get off the couch.
Matt stopped him. “Don’t leave. We don’t have to talk.” Darian relaxed back against the cushions. Matt resumed the caressing of his thigh, but he spotted a paper on the coffee table next to the remote. “What’s this?” He picked it up and looked it over. “Your blood test results? It’s dated yesterday. How’d you get them so fast?”
Darian breathed heavily. “The doctor likes me.” He didn’t act surprised.
“Wow. I think mine are supposed to be in Wednesday.” He looked at the paper again. “You’re clean. I knew you would be. It’s me I’m not one hundred percent sure about.”
“I know, that’s why I used a flavored condom this morning like you asked. Cherry. It was okay I guess, but I’d rather taste you.”
“Thanks. I mean… I know I’d like a blowjob without one, but it’s safer.”
“You wanna do something? Play cards? Or I could make you something to eat.” He was really trying to be a good host like his mom would want him to be, but Darian wasn’t giving him much to work with. “Or we could watch a movie?”
“Or we could have sex?” said Darian.
Matt froze, thinking about all the things he’d gone over in his mind since last night. Sex was blurring the lines around everything. “Dare… I don’t think we should. Sex is interfering with—”
Matt didn’t need to finish his thought when Darian moved Matt’s hand from his inner thigh to his rigid penis. Matt felt his hard heat, and his brain switched off. It was obvious what Darian wanted. Matt obediently groped him through the fabric as Darian lunged forward, attaching his mouth to Matt’s.
No words were needed the rest of the day.
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Thanks for stopping by. If I'm quiet, it's because I'm editing what seems to be a boring manuscript. Any readers willing to read it just for feedback? (When it's done.) I'm near the end and should have a completed manuscript this week.
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