mm-romance

Men did not touch each other as Karadur touched this man unless they were lovers. But there was more between them, a connection, a feeling that was present even when they sat apart.

The young girl giggled again and Jake shook his head in amazement. Not only was the U.S. dark operative cooking pancakes, but it seemed he'd won over the timid teenager in no time flat."I've been entertaining this pretty girl with my vast repertoire of daring and heroic adventures from around the globe."Jake snorted as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out the container of orange juice. "You sound like Blackbeard the pirate. Don't believe a word he says, Alyssa. He's actually Insurance salesman and lies like a rug.""An Insurance salesman?" She narrowed her eyes at Carter as he flipped three pancackes off the electric griddle sitting on the island and onto a plate for her. "I knew you were conning me," she chastised, then rolled her eyes toward Jake. "He said he was a government spy, like James Bond."After filling a glass, Jake smirked at his friend who shrugged his shoulders and gave the girl a sad puppy-dog expression. "Who are you going to believe, me or Jake from State Farm?

Two guys jumped us on the way to get food," Cameron answered. "Ty is like... a ninja on crack. He beat them up pretty spectacularly. Then we stole with their car.

Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have.

I guess I might be bi-curious," Ben said quietly.""What?""I said I could be sorta bi-curious," Ben said loudly. "That's someone who is fundamentally straight but is curious about sex with

Joshua tried to find the right words to explain how things were--how they'd always been. "It's like... prairie dogs."Ben quirked an eyebrow at him."You see the holes. 'N' you know the dogs are around, even if you don't see the dogs themselves.""What the hell are you talkin' about?""Gay. Cowboys. They're there. Like a lot of single cowboys, they go into Billings once a month, only they ain't there so see women. There's no point in flingin' yourself around in public, 's all.

I__l see you later,_ I murmured.__eah._ Our foreheads pressed together. Our lips lingered half an inch apart. Thin ropes of dark hair hung over his forehead as sweat glistened across his face in the streetlights. __ove you.___ove you more,_ he murmured.

A smile curved the corners of his mouth under the dust-and soot-covered visor. __ou__e crying? I answered his question with my tear-stricken gaze.____ not going anywhere._ He reached his hand out and I grasped it tightly.

I__ not leaving him, Sam! And I__ not waiting for the others to help.

Have a drink, Coughffles._ __top it with the names!_ I laughed and coughed.

He disowned me,_ I murmured. __icked me out and told me to come back when I changed my choice.___e seriously used those words? That it was a choice?__ nodded. __ou can__ change it. Your sexuality is like your DNA. You can__ cut off your finger so it__ no longer there, because it is you. You__e born with it__ou just discover it when you mature.

Ouch. What is that?___ater, you wimp._ Humor colored his tone and when I looked up, he was smirking again, but this time it was different. He was beaming, radiating__ike he used to.

You__e scared of sharing me in case you lose me?_ - Adan

Ghost shook his head as he sat on the very edge of the bed, poised to take flight if need be. The spiral under his hair felt warm, almost painful, but he resisted the urge to rub it. It never helped when he did, and he was not sure what Gerry would do if the man saw it. The Witch had a symbol she called a triskele, the ink a vivid scarlet still, but no male that had ever come for healing bore a mark like hers, or like his. He had never found the words to ask the Witch about it, about why he was marked like a witch.

I wanna hear you say my name when you come. Just so you know who made you feel like this." - Mitch Knox

Hmm, do you mind if I put out your fire then?_ I brushed his earlobe with my upper lip.

The minute that guy walked inside the front doors, Cody sat back and just stared. He was tall, dark, and exceedingly handsome with all that brawn and a killer smile. When he__ come to the bar and focused on Cody, training those amber eyes his way, Cody hardened to painful degrees. It had taken everything to keep himself nonchalant because that same man who currently rubbed about seventy-five percent of his body against Cody was his wet dream walking. Someone that could make him lose his mind and quite possibly his morals just to get a single taste.

Honestly, he blamed Jace and Colt for that little nagging feeling in his heart that insisted something was missing. Was he lonely? Hell, he didn__ know.