My short stories.
Colin’s heart leapt to his throat while his stomach dropped. He opened his mouth but no words came out. He tried again. “Jack…”
He reached forward and put his free hand on the bigger man’s face. “Jack, Seattle… you know how much this job means to me. You want me to stay here with you?”
“Huh?” Colin looked at her dumbly. “You do know I’m drunk, right? You’re the one pouring my drinks.”
Anger flooded his body and he considered kicking Terry’s ass. He could that despite the man’s size, he had no fighting experience, and would be easy prey for a fighter of his own background. He tightened a fist, and then let the anger drain away, he knew it wasn’t Terry’s fault, it was Bianca, and not Terry, who was the the one who’d promised that sex would be only between them.
iHop’s breakfast crowd was a lot more conservative than Coney’s after-club crowd, so Colin and Bianca were fully dressed when they met Gay Dave a few hours later. Dave was still in his patriotically gay red, white, and blue. He stood up and welcomed them to his table.
“Oh I’m so glad you guys came! I thought I might end up eating here all by my gay self!”
“Well, who can refuse a man who offers breakfast?” Bianca teased.
“Oh, I heard Sandy talking to Lisa about that. Apparently they called in several anonymous tips about drug houses from random pay phones around town this evening before the show. The police were all busy with raiding the houses of people who’ve pissed those two off.”
Colin stood up, pushing his dick back into his pants and buttoning them. When the bouncer roughly pushed his way by a moment later they were grinding on each other on the edge of the dance floor with the rest of the crowd. The big scowling man went past, obliviously, and 30 seconds later there was a tight, small circle around them protectively.
“It makes you jealous, doesn’t it? You can’t handle seeing me kiss her. I’ve seen you. You’ve been staring at me since freshman year! You always stare but never grow a pair and come to talk until some teacher puts us in the same group! Then as soon as I take a chance with someone else you have to come and mess it up!” She swung at the boy, hitting him in the chest again.
Juliana turned her back to her friends and laid her sweatshirt across the back of a chair while she began to carefully fold the white sweater. Gabe pretended he wasn’t gaping at the sight of his friend’s breasts, visible even from behind as they bulged out from both sides of the curvy blonde’s body. Diane stealthily swiped the brown sweatshirt and hid it behind her back. When Juliana reached for it and didn’t find it, she giggled. “Missing something?”
Gabriel’s lungs were on fire, the tall rows of corn still a week away from harvest whipped past him as he flew for all he was worth down the gravel driveway. His bare feet kicked up small rocks and specks of blood that went completely unnoticed by the young man. He was half way down the quarter mile driveway before realizing that he was still alive. He shouldn’t be; that animal should have gotten him before he had gone three steps.
InkSmudge is the online repository of the writings of Gabriel who would like to remind you that while some of the writing here is perfectly PG, some of it is not appropriate for work, your children, or your grandmother.