Mag-log inThe first week in the cabin was a blur of adjustment. There was no hum of electricity, no distant traffic, no ticking clocks. There was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the sound of their own breathing.They fell into a routine that was primitive and domestic. Aiden chopped wood. Julian c
Julian cried out, his head falling back. It burned. It had been days. He was tight.Aiden didn't stop. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt."Fuck!" Julian screamed. "Yes!"Aiden grabbed Julian’s hips. He fucked him hard and fast. The car rocked under their movements. The metal crea
Aiden sat in the back of a van parked three blocks from the precinct. He was shirtless, his shoulder bandaged, sweat gleaming on his chest. The van was filled with monitors.On the main screen, he watched Julian in the interrogation room. He watched every subtle shift of Julian’s body language. He s
Across from him sat DeteRtive Miller. A man with a tired face and a mustache that had seen better decades."You're saying he forced you," Miller said for the third time. He tapped his pen on the file. "He kidnapped you from your office? Held you for weeks?""Yes," Julian said. He kept his voice soft
Julian’s eyes snapped open. The sound cut through the post-coital haze like a knife. It wasn't a dream. It was a siren. And it was close.He sat up, wincing at the pain in his arm. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He rolled out of bed and ran to the window. He peeled back the curtain just an inch.
The infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
I heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open. A condom. Of course. A moment of disappointment pricked at me, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. But then, I heard something else. The sound of the foil packet being tossed into the trash.My heart stopped. “What are you doing?” I asked,
My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian.I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymou
He was so close now. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I could smell him a clean, soapy scent mixed with the faint, sharp tang of sweat and something darker, richer. It was intoxicating. It was the scent of power.“Jake cheated on me,” I blurted out, the words torn from me. It was a des
He released me, leaving me feeling empty and aching. He walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge, patting the space beside him.“Come here,” he commanded.I walked towards him, my legs trembling, and sat down next to him. The mattress dipped under his weight.“Now,” he said, his voice droppin







