Tag: water and dust

Framing the Arizona Desert

Wicked Wednesday: Edge, Part 1, m/m

Framing the Arizona Desert

Back at Wicked Wednesday at long last! And back with my characters Marc and Brendan from my ongoing story thing (I kind of like just having them as characters who come out to play from time to time, but I think some back story and explanation would be nice to do some time) Water and Dust. This time, the story is in two parts, and is filling my still ongoing 2013 Kink Bingo card, for the orgasm control/denial square. Word count: 1000 approx.

The property was all theirs now, but it meant work. Just as they’d both brought their smarts to bear when they’d purchased the land – with Marc’s thoroughness, and Brendan’s wiley mind – now it was time for both of them to lay their bodies to the task. For the mess the previous owners had left was disastrous.
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Splice

Wicked Wednesday… on Thursday: Melt, m/m, NSFW

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A day late this week, but I wanted to get one done!

Another Water and Dust story for Kink Bingo. I seem to be writing them backwards, for this is set before Hideaway from the other week. This is for the food square, and is about 1700 words. This picture below is of a Splice, what they are eating in the story. As far as I know, you can’t get them outside of Australia and New Zealand (if someone in the UK would inform me otherwise, I’d be most grateful. 😉

Splice

“Fancy something sweet? I fancy something sweet.”

The words broke the silence of nearly an hour. Marc looked across the lorry cabin to Brendan in the driver’s seat, and blinked. “What?”

“There’s a service station up ahead, and we need to get petrol anyway — ”

Marc sighed, and passed over his credit card. He’d be claiming it back from Brendan’s father anyway, though considering how thus far he was failing in the job he’d been sent to do, it seemed somehow… off.

Still, paying for petrol and ‘something sweet’ wasn’t going to break Tobias Cavanagh’s bank. Even if the items came plated in gold.
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Wicked Wednesday: Hideway, m/m, NSFW

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More for Kink Bingo today (Kink Bingo), this time for the square ‘gag/silence’. Once more from the Water and Dust universe, like last week, but this time, much earlier in Brendan and Marc’s relationship, from around when they first met. And dramatic it was too! This one is about 1500 words.

They ran up the stairs, and tumbled into the bedroom they found there. One double bed, a chair, and an upright cupboard, with a bathroom off to the side. A large window faced onto the main road. It had no curtains, and let all the brilliant light through, washing the room yellow.

Brendan pointed to the cupboard. “There!”

The cupboard was really too small for both of them; they’d both have to squash themselves in, and uncomfortably at that. But Brendan whispered that that would convince Walker that they couldn’t possibly be hiding in it. So Brendan clambered in first, tucked his knees to his chest, and Marc followed, swinging the doors shut while his left leg braced one side and his right knee almost dug into Brendan’s side. As it was, he was hyper-aware of being that near to Brendan, their proximity closer than they’d even had in the truck. The cabin had been restricted, but this allow no movement. To do so would alert Walker to their presence, and that would be the end of it.
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Moonlight on the marsh

Water and Dust: Chapter 1

The dogs at the perimeter fence barked; rough, ringing sounds reaching the house, a distant warning. Marc and Brendan shot out the door, time only pull on rubber boots, and grab lanterns, and their rifles.

Ahead of Marc, Brendan’s bathrobe flapped and snapped, his slender body a dart through the trees. Marc cursed, not slowing down but wishing he’d thought to pull on a shirt, as the twigs and branches and sharp leaves scratched his bare skin. Brendan wouldn’t even break a sweat by the time they reached there, while Marc’s ribs were already heaving from exertion.

At the fence, once pasted the gate, Marc lifted the the lantern up, casting the light outward from them and the three dogs going still going wild, a ring of yellow in the darkness. Brendan, leaving his on the ground, ventured further into the night, towards the long grass, rifle held forward but not at the ready. The hairs on Marc’s chest stirred in the hot night air, and even though he needed the air, he held his breath, and his rifle, tight.
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