Separated by more than 600 miles, Zach and Drew
were forced to keep in touch through phone, email, and Skype. However, as Drew
showered for one of their "dates", he wasn't alone. Then he found out
that Zach’s car crashed, leaving him in a coma. Who then came to Drew when he
showered? Would he have a chance to be with Zach again?
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“Zach…” He closed his eyes, snaked
his arms up, and wrapped them around Zach’s neck. Zach nuzzled into Drew’s
armpit, kissed his nipple, and bit it lightly, eliciting a deep growl from
Drew’s throat.
“Christ, you’re so hot. I want you
so much.” Zach’s hand slithered down and took Drew’s length and slowly stroked
it up and down. Drew threw his head back to rest on Zach’s shoulder, moaning
and gasping as the orgasm built in his cock. His hands ran through Zach’s hair,
grasping it, taking Zach’s face down to his own, seeking out Zach’s lips and
kissing them.
“I want you too,” Drew said,
breathing into Zach’s mouth. “I want you inside me. Please.” He took Zach’s
hands, sniffing, licking them, tasting himself there, and he got harder. Zach
kissed him more intensely, their tongues dueling inside as if wanting to melt
them into one. Zach pressed his hard-on against Drew, who mewled wantonly and
began to rub himself shamelessly. “Yes, oh yes. Like that, Zach.”
To Drew’s dismay, though, Zach
seemed to fade until what was holding Drew was merely a wet trail of shadows. A
whisper breathed in Drew’s ear, “Later.” Zach was gone.
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About the Author:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city
famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling
stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you
can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams,
though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she
prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather
than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is
kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil,
Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would
play with her when she writes.
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Love your books Iyana. I know what you say about your kitties. If I don't play with my dogs they push my hands off the keyboard :-)
ReplyDeleteChristoph, thank you so much. :D
DeleteMy kitties, at least one of them, keep wanting to step on to my laptop. :)
Thank you so much for having me, Elodie. :D
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