Midwinter Flash- The House of Manlove Blog Hop

Welcome to our Midwinter Flash Blog Hop!

My flash is featuring the characters from my last release, Grenzen.

 

A Winter Weekend

“Hey Ryan.” Julian pressed a kiss to my cold lips. “Wow, is it that cold outside?” He was running around in a T-shirt in the warm apartment, while I was still wearing my parka. I pulled him close, so the cold would seep through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Julian shivered in my embrace.

Yes, it was really cold outside. He had opted to stay at home while I ran some errands today. Normally we did this together, but not today.

Julian waited while I got rid of my parka, and my woolen cap, and then he pulled me into the living room. A fire was roaring in the fireplace. I stepped close to the flames and held my hands as near as I dared.

Julian stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle, pulling me backwards against his chest. “What do you think—“ he murmured in my ear, “let’s get away a few days?”

“Next week?” He had some free days then.

“Mmmhh.” Julian’s lips found a path down my neck to my shoulder. I shivered under the beard stubble running over my skin. The distraction made it hard to think.

“Where do—“ I paused, tried to find the right words, “do you want to go?”

He raised his head a little, stopped the kissing for a moment. “I’ll surprise you. I kind of already booked, so all you have to do is to say yes.”

I laughed, then moaned as his lips and teeth found my skin again. “You already booked?” Without asking me if I could get a few days off?”

“Yeah, but you’ve been working a lot of overtime the last months, so I figured you’d get off a Monday. I just booked Saturday to Monday, so it’ll be one day, not more.”

He got back to his task of driving me nuts with his lips. One of his hands pressed my hip a bit back, and his hard-on made contact with my ass. He rubbed against me, letting me feel how aroused he already was. Not that I was doing better, my own lust already close to the surface.

“Come on. We’ll go to bed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He shivered and his lips stilled for a moment on my shoulder. “You know me entirely to well.”

I chuckled quietly. “Yes. And you love it.”

“That I do.” He turned me around and kissed me. His tongue in my mouth, his hands roaming hot over my body, and I already started to float. Subspace was close these days, but given how often we played, that was no surprise.

“Come on, I want you naked.”

I nodded and he led me to our bedroom.

***

A few days later when we drove south, away from Nuremberg, I still had no idea where we’d go. It wouldn’t be something far away, as the time was too short, but since the only thing he told me was to pack a couple of nice clothes, I had no clue what he had planned. I would know soon, though.

Julian drove, like always. I was not going to learn how to drive a stick on icy streets. I was from Arizona. We didn’t have ice-rain or snow back home. And we had automatic cars.

We talked about a lot of things during the drive, his job as a teacher, my new one, the colleagues, all the everyday shit. On the inside I was dying because of curiosity, but I bit my tongue. Julian wanted to surprise me. I wasn’t going to spoil the fun.

We passed Munich and an hour later, we were close to the Alps. I had seen them the day I arrived the first day in Germany, but the times after that it had been to cloudy to get a glimpse.

Now they loomed close, much bigger than from the airport, and much more important, they were full of snow.

He isn’t going to…? Skiing? No, please not.

Julian was already tackling the first slope. How the hell was I going to survive a weekend skiing? I had seen it on TV, but I had never tried it. Hell, the first time I saw snow was a few months back when I came to Germany.

I was so lost in thought how I could tell my boyfriend that skiing was not a good idea without ruining his weekend, that I completely missed the drive into the mountains. I looked up when he pulled into a parking lot, next to dozens of other cars. People in snowsuits walked around, their steps looking strange and stiffly because of the heavy boots. Since they were carrying their ski over their shoulders, the shoes must be the ones you’d need to drive them. Fuck. Not good.

I was going to look like an idiot.

“Come on, let’s check in.” I couldn’t ignore the gleam in his eyes as he watched the other people skillfully drive down the slope, snow flying in every direction, and then, with one last, hard swing, come to a stop a few feet in from of the fence.

I followed Julian out of the car and into a cozy looking house. He exchanged a few words with the woman behind the counter and she pointed in a few directions. I had no idea what they were talking about, so I tuned them out.

A few minutes later, Julian led me to a room on the first floor. He dropped the bag he had been carrying on the bed, and ordered, “Strip.”

I did, I knew better than not to obey. And I was in the mood to play, so I would follow his order to the word.

I got rid of my clothes and stood shivering in the room. He stepped close, kissed me, his tongue playing with mine. I got hard, my cock perking to attention. But instead of doing something about it, Julian stepped back and handed me clothes out of his bag. A snowsuit. Shit.

“Julian, I can’t ski. I have never tried it.” I looked at him, waited for him to register my words.

But he smiled at me. “I know. I figured you didn’t. That is why I made a different arrangement.”

Different? How?

“Just put on your clothes and then we’ll see, okay?” I did. He wouldn’t disappoint me. And he wouldn’t be disappointed in me, then.

We emerged a few minutes later, both in snowsuits, caps, mittens and warm shoes. Julian led me through the house to the side entrance, where a man with a caterpillar vehicle waited. I stopped when I spotted the sturdy wooden sleds attached.

“They are going to drive us up the hill, we can have a drink or two in the cabin up there, and then we’ll drive the sled back down. It’s really fun!” He smirked, probably because of my expression. “Did you really think I’d make you ski?”

“Mhh.” I blushed.

“Come here, you.” He kissed me full on the lips. “Let’s have a day sled-driving, and tonight I have planned something else for you.”

I smiled. That was my man.

 

 

If you want to know all of their story, Grenzen is available at all the usual distributors. On the My Books page are all the links. 🙂

A part of my royalties from December’s sales go to Lost-n-Found Youth in Atlanta, GA.

Don’t miss the great stories of the other bloggers in this Hop!

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Heloise West

 

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Azalea Moone 

 

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Alexis Duran

 

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Jennah Scott

 

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N.D. Wylders

 

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Amelia Bishop

 

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C.V. Madison

Haunted House of Manlove Flash Hop

Today’s my turn with the Halloween Flash Blog Tour.

A flash about an evening that went a bit spookier than intended. I hope you enjoy it.

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A bit spookier

Sebastian watched as three ghosts, one witch, a crocodile, a skeleton and two Spidermen ran towards the next house, which was decorated with pumpkins and candles. Maybe here would be something to get.

He followed the screams of his nieces, nephews and their friends, demanding sweets. They yelled Süßes oder Saures in the face of every apartment owner. The phrase was an adapted version of the American Trick or Treat, but was closer translated as Sweet or Sour.

The first houses hadn’t been really successful, but the little monsters weren’t deterred from their plans for a real Halloween.

The young woman smiled and talked with the kids. Sebastian did a quick headcount, but all the little monsters were still there. Thank God, losing one of them would be hell in the darkness.

The friendly woman was still talking to the little ones and handing out some sweets. The kids had seen a movie about Halloween in the U.S. and were determined to have the same. Despite Sebastian’s claims that it wasn’t that common in Germany, they wanted to try, and it seemed at least a few people anticipated the kids.

Sebastian waited for the children to finish talking and nodded a silent thanks to the woman. He turned around to wait for until the little ones to run ahead to the next house.

A high pitched, loud scream wailed through the night. Fuck. Sebastian whipped around, but didn’t see anything.

Little feet stomped over the dry ground, kicking up dry leaves, rustling them to all sides as the kids came running back to him.

Sebastian looked at their frightened faces. “What’s up? What did you see? A cat?”

“No, something bigger. Like a—a—a ghost.” Marcus, one of the older kids answered.

“A ghost?” Sebastian raised his eyebrows. Marcus and Sven were at least ten years old; they wouldn’t be scared so easily.

“Maybe it just was a shadow?”

The bigger guys shook their heads. The smaller ones looked quite shaken, but didn’t say anything.

Sebastian turned around and looked into the brush again. Nothing. Who knows what they’d seen.

Sebastian shook his head at the kids and led them to the next driveway. They all stayed by his side now.

Something rustled close to them. Sebastian stared intently in the darkness, but he didn’t see anything. “Over here, guys. Maybe we’ll get something here.”

The little monsters ran up to the door and rang, while Sebastian followed in a slower pace. He was in the open now, nothing to hide in the front yard of the house, but he felt like someone watched him.

Sebastian chided himself. Such bullshit. Who’d watch him?

The kids stayed at his side for a couple of houses, but nobody heard anything. At the third house, there was no holding back the little ones and they sprinted forward again.

There. There. Something had moved in the bush over there.

Sebastian’s breath stopped. Damn. What is that?

He exhaled hard. Time to stop being a wuss. He stepped towards the dry branches, trying to spot anything in there. Nothing.

The kids stood around him, frightened expressions on their faces.

“You heard that too, didn’t you?”

“Na. I think there might be a cat following us. That’s all.” He looked around. The little ones didn’t seem to be convinced. Not even slightly, to be precise.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go to the next house, see if they know what Halloween is.”

“Yeah, that’s Frau Meier, she’s very nice.”

“You know her?” Sebastian asked Marcus.

“I’m living a couple of houses over there. Of course I know her.”

At least he saved the “duh” that his tone implied. Some of the kids were from around here, while two of his nieces were from further away. His nephews lived two streets away, so he shouldn’t be surprised to hear their friends were from all around here.

Sebastian looked back in the direction Marcus had pointed. It was the house where they’d gotten a lot of sweets.

“Okay, let’s get going.” Sebastian motivated the kids to get out of the front yard again, but they’d lost some of their urge to run and stayed closer to his side.

“Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh…aaaaaahhhhhhh…”

Sebastian froze. His heart stopped beating. FUCK! That definitely came from the overgrown yard that was next on their tour.

The kids looked in the direction the sound had originated, their expressions horrified.

“That’s—nothing. Absolutely nothing,” Sebastian stammered, over the pulse pounding in his ears.

“But—there. That was—what was that?”

“I don’t know. An—an owl, maybe?”

The kids didn’t look convinced.

“Come on, we’ll try the next house.”

The kids stayed close on the way to the next house. Sebastian reached in his pocket to pull out his phone. Maybe he should call the police.

It wouldn’t hurt to watch the things a couple of houses and then maybe call after he dropped off all the kids at their home. If he made the call now, whatever it was would hear him.

They went into he next yard, this one pretty overgrown and dark.

Something moved. A shadow. Sebastian squinted his eyes. Something rustled.

“Uuuuuuuhhhhhh”

“W-w-w-what w-w-w-was t-t-t-that?” Sven was very much white around the nose.

“I’m going to call the police, if you don’t come out of there now! Stop scaring the kids!” Sebastian called, his voice only wavering a little.

“Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh”

A dark figure stepped out of the shadows. The kids screamed. Sebastian stared at the thing, frozen on the spot. The thing raised a hand and shoved the hood from his face.

“Max!! You—you!”

With that Marcus flung himself on the figure, pummeling at him with both hands. The man went down, laughing, while trying to fight off the kid.

Sebastian watched as they rolled on the grass, the man apparently trying not to hurt Marcus, but laughing so hard that the kid got in a few punches at the guy’s ribs. They definitely had wrestled before.

Slowly the fight left both of them, and they sat up, still chuckling.

“That was you?”

“You complained that Halloween would be boring. So I decided to change that.”

Marcus looked offended and Sebastian burst out laughing.

He reached down to help the man up. “You are?”

“Marcus’s brother. Max.”

“I’m Sebastian. You scared us all right.”

“Sorry for that. But he—” he gestured at Marcus, “was mouthy as hell today.”

“It’s okay. No worries. But you can come along and watch them now. I somehow went from spending an evening with my nephews and nieces to having eight kids to look after.”

Sebastian admired Max’s handsome face, the dark hair and the grin. “Maybe we can get a drink or something after we have them home again.” He smiled at Max.

“Or something sounds good.” Max grinned back at him, one eyebrow raised.

Oh, yes, or something would be much better.

They started walking next to each other, the kids now way ahead of them, and Sebastian cast glances at Max whenever the light of a streetlamp allowed it. Once or twice their gazes met and held. If Sebastian wasn’t mistaken, this Halloween would be one of the best in a while.

 

 

Have a good day, and thanks for reading this.

Tomorrow the tour stops at the following blogs:

Kate W

Heloise West

and Skye Jones

 

Chris