Fat Tuesday and even Fatter Thursday aka Valentine's Day

Today is Fat Tuesday, aka Mardi Gras, aka Shrove Tuesday, aka the day before Lent begins. I love the name Fat Tuesday -- it fits well for a day where you're supposed to eat as much of what you're giving up for Lent as you can. I don't give anything up for Lent, but I do like having the what has now become traditional pancakes today!

Valentine's Day -- not called Fatter Thursday by anyone as far as I know, but with all the chocolate floating around, it could be called that. Celebrating a day of love? That I definitely can get behind and celebrate.

Just in time for Valentine's Day is the 50 Gays of Shade anthology edited by Kiernan Kelly. I have a story in this anthology where all the action takes place at Shady Business, Kiernan's Club owning Dom.

In my story -- One for Luck -- Garth gives Michael his birthday spanking on the back stage of Shade's BDSM club, and then a more personal gift later in one of the private rooms.

Excerpt:

Michael stomped a little on his way up to the door of the Club. He wasn't sure he fucking wanted to be there tonight. The ER had been insane, the doctors snarling, bitching.

And then, just as he was heading home for a long bath and possibly a beer, he'd gotten a message. "I expect you at the club at eight. Don't be late."

That left him in a quandary -- his shift ended at seven and there was no way he could get home, shave and clean up, and not be late. Asshole.

And of course, when he pushed the doors to Shady Business open, the place was fucking busy and everyone was dressed nicely, or you know, in their collar and leash and not much else. Well, if Gar wanted him in something besides scrubs, the asshole could have given him a day's notice.

And who was the first person he ran into as he looked for Gar? Grey fucking Shade himself, owner of the Club and here he was, wearing his bloody scrubs.

"Sir." Fuck. Fuck a Doodle Do.

Grey, tall and intimidating, looked him up and down. "A little underdressed today, wouldn't you say, Michael?"

He counted to twenty. Twice. "I had to make a choice between punctuality and formalwear, Sir."

Shade's lips twitched up into a smile. "You're well-trained, boy."

"Thank you, Sir." If only Garth thought so.

"I'd better walk with you to your master."

"Yes, Sir." Goodie. He swore if Gar was going to ride his ass tonight, he was going to lose his shit.

He followed a half a step behind Shade, the man leading him through the main club to the far side of the place. His mouth opened in surprise as he saw the balloons, a half dozen or so of their friends, and the huge banner that read "Happy birthday, Michael."

He blinked. Looked at Gar. "I forgot."


And because this is the 'blue' site, here are two adult excerpts for the books I have coming out on February 20:

Four years ago, after wining four Olympic golds, two silvers and a bronze, Justin retired from swimming, and he's been floundering ever since. For years swimming was everything and then suddenly he was on his own, his Coach waving him off once he'd retired. Finding himself on a balcony ledge on the fourth of July, contemplating doing something stupid, Justin calls up Coach. To his surprise, Chris answers.

When Justin retired, Chris cut all ties with the swimmer he'd fallen in love with, wanting to make sure that Justin didn't stay with him as a lover just because it was ingrained to do whatever his Coach told him to do. He's been waiting for a long time for Justin to come back to him, so when Justin calls him, he immediately offers to share some midnight pancakes with his former swimmer.

When he finds out that Justin is lost, drowning in a pool of self-doubt and the belief that his happy years are behind him, Chris realizes maybe he made a mistake letting go all those years ago. He brings Justin back to his place and gives in to the urges he'd ignored while he was Justin's coach. Now he can love on Justin, give his boy the rules and structure that Justin needs. As long as he can convince Justin that he really does love the man.

Can Justin and Chris put the last four years behind them and find themselves another golden moment?

Adult Excerpt:

"Want." He growled the word against Coach's lips. "Please."

"Come on." Coach grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the bedroom.

He nodded, following along fast enough that they were almost running.

"Naked," growled Coach, pulling off his own t-shirt and then working on his jeans.

"Uh-huh." He stepped out of his shorts, shrugged the button-up off.

Once he was naked, his hard prick hard pointed right at Coach's cock, which was pointing right back. Coach grabbed his arms and tugged him close, bringing their mouths together again. He reached down, wrapped his fingers around their cocks and started jerking them off.

"This time," muttered Coach. "But then we do it right."

"Uh-huh." Whatever. He needed.

Coach kissed him again, one hand wrapping around his, speeding his movements. They jacked fast and hard, driving together like they'd done this forever. Their kisses made everything better, hotter. His balls drew up and he went up on tiptoe, so close.

"Come for me, Just. Right now."

"Right..." Heat poured from him and he groaned, moaning his coach's name.

"Fuck, yes, Just." Coach bucked, cock pushing through their hands and more slick sprayed, coating their fingers.

Oh. Oh, better.

Coach moaned softly, rubbed their noses together. "God, I've wanted to do that forever."

Three years ago, Royal played slave to Mike’s Master while working undercover in the leather community, and their relationship has never recovered. After a perp’s accusation of impropriety, Royal and Mike decide taking early retirement with a pension is easier than fighting false charges. Nursing his wounds in a bar, Royal’s interrupted by a man from his past, from the very time when things with Mike started disintegrating.

Big, bald, and tattooed, Bone is a piercer with confidence and attitude to spare. He can’t believe his luck, spotting Royal at the bar. Here’s Bone’s chance at the man he’s wanted since giving Royal a very intimate piercing for an undercover stint. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring,” he challenges Royal, hoping the man will not only take this bet, but the next one as well. In fact, Bone is betting their future happiness on it.

Adult Excerpt:

Bone snorted, shook his head. “How about I bet I can make you come without touching you? I do it; you come be my slut for the weekend. I don’t… You get whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” That was a pretty big fucking bet.

Bone looked him up and down, licked his lips. “Whatever you want.”

“Okay.” He’d jacked off this morning, and shit, he wasn’t in that oh-do-me-now space, so yeah. Yeah. He could hang with this.

Bone held out his hand, and they shook.

Shit, the man’s hand was big. Hot. It had touched him, intimately. God, as soon as he got his blowjob, he was going home and hiding.

Bone let go slowly and signaled for a beer. “You want to do this here, or at a private booth?”

“I drink here a lot, man. We’ll sit in the back.”

“Lead the way. Your ass will be my inspiration.”

Royal snorted, grabbed his whiskey, and headed into the back. “What brings you in this dive, man?” He’d never seen Bone here before.

One big shoulder shrugged. “I had an urge.”

“An urge.” Huh. The place was almost empty, only a few barflies hanging around.

“Yep.” Bone lounged in the seat across from him. “I’ve learned to follow my instincts.”

“You still working at the Needle and Pin?”

“I am. You still get off on being on your knees for your master?”

“No. No, that was only for the case. Just undercover work. I’m not on the force anymore.” And no one could know he got off on it. No one.

“You already told me you weren’t on the job anymore. And no one who subs as well as you do was only doing it for a case.”

“I was a good cop.” He wasn’t talking about this.

One of Bone’s eyebrows went up. “I never said you weren’t.”

“Whatever. I’m not a sub. It was a job. Nothing personal.” Nothing real. Mike hadn’t once sprung wood. Not once.

“It could be, though. It could be very personal.”

Royal’s cheeks heated, and he sipped at his whiskey. He wasn’t ever going there, not again.

“Why are you pretending the thought doesn’t turn you on? Why do you fight it so hard?”

“I’m not turned on.” Why the fuck would he be turned on? “Man, you don’t know me.”

“No? I held your cock in my hand, Royal. I put a ring in the tip. I gave you accessories to go with it. Did you ever play with them? Once the ring was healed?”

“How do you know my name?”

“You signed the consent form, and you used your real name, not your undercover name. And I never forget a face. Or a prick.”

Fuck, Royal was off-balance, and he just wanted this done, just wanted Bone to suck him dry.

“And yours is particularly beautiful. I wanted to know what it would taste like on my tongue. If your partner hadn’t been there, I’d have taken you down, taken the load you were so desperate to unload.”

His partner had been there, though, and the man hadn’t wanted him.

“I wanted to see you, Royal, kneeling for me. Covered in my marks. Shaved for me.” Bone leaned in, stared at him. “Wearing my ink, my rings, hole filled and spread.”

Royal blinked, swallowed. Fuck.

“I hated knowing that another man owned your submission, even if it wasn’t real. I wanted it to be real with me.”

“It wasn’t real.” He wasn’t into that, not for real. Only for the job.

“It could be. You could be tied spread eagle to my bed, a ring around your prick, mine in your mouth, fucking your lips.” Bone’s voice was low and growly, husky.

Royal shook his head, but Bone went on. “You could be cuffed to my chair while I fuck your cock, while I pierce your nipples. Naked and bound in the corner of the shop, my own sweet little pain slut, your cock chained to a ring on the floor.”

Oh, fuck. He slammed back his drink. Focus. Focus.

“Oh, you like that idea, do you? You should have played with the accessories I gave you. You should have put the plug in your slit, the one that attaches to the ring. You should have come back and gotten a ladder, begged me to slowly slide the bars into your cock.”

It wasn’t going to happen. No way. He shifted in his seat.

Bone’s eyes shone, darker now, and that voice slid deeper than ever. “I’m going to take your ass, Royal. I’m going to leave you plugged until I need you, and then I’m going to make you scream so good, make you take it. And when I’m done, I’ll put the plug back in, keep you ready for the next time.”

Royal couldn’t look away, couldn’t breathe. He needed to stop this. Now.

“Every time you touch yourself you’ll be punished, and you’ll do it a lot, making sure I catch you at it, so I’ll take my hand to your ass. You’ll beg me for more, beg me to get a paddle, a flogger, good and thick and strong.”

“I won’t.” Was that his voice?

“You want to. You want to be on your knees for me. You want to beg me to do every nasty, dirty, perverted thing I can ever imagine to you.” Bone moaned, wet his lips. 

"I’m not going to look away, boy, when you submit for me. I’m going to watch every second. I’m going to tear you up.”

Royal squeezed his eyes shut. Oh, fuck.

“It doesn’t matter if you close your eyes. You can still feel me watching you, staring right at you. Staring into you. It’s like I’m reaching into your brain and pulling out your deepest fantasy, isn’t it?”

“It isn’t real.”

“It’s as real as you and me. It’s as real as the way your prick is pushing hard against your zipper. And you like that, don’t you? You like that bite, that burn. You wish it was more. I can make it more. I can pinch your cock head. I can scrape it. I can bite it. I can fuck it with sounds and penis plugs. I can make you scream. I can make you come. Right now. Come for me, boy. Come.” The last word was a low, demanding growl.

Royal’s eyes flew open and he did. He shot.

Oh, God.

50 Gays of Shade is coming out February 13 from Torquere Press.

Golden is coming out February 20 from Torquere Press.

Royal Flush is coming out February 20 from Resplendence.

Pancakey Fat Tuesday and Happy Valentine's Day to all! 

Sean Michael

smut fixes everything

www.seanmichaelwrites.com