Thursday, June 26, 2014

Snippet Sunday #2: Beaches and Boats and Gus, Oh my.

(Releasing this early since I already had it set up. Keep Swimming is available now on Amazon.)

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Hey Guys! Time for another Snippet Sunday! Just two weeks til Keep Swimming drops on July 15! So so so so so SOOOOOO excited! I'm just gonna jump right in here...

I've had fun playing with writing in this area, my home town on the Panhandle of Florida being where alot of the story takes place, as well as the next two in the series. (I was raised in Navarre Beach, FL, until Hurricane Ivan did a bit of a number on our home...hence the migration to Atlanta in my late teens.)

Cary and Heath have been hooking up for a little while now, fighting their mutual crushes. Heath, being the stand up guy he is, invited Cary and Gus to come out on his boat—er, yacht—with him after Cary'd said how much Gus would enjoy doing so. This is a moment from their day out together.

After they’d gone back to the boat, everyone donned life-vests again and they’d put out a blanket on the deck. Heath explained what each shell was to them, more to Gus than Cary, but Cary didn’t mind because with their attention being held by the shells he could watch the way they interacted. He also used the opportunity to steal several looks at Heath, who occasionally would glance up at him and smirk.

“Daddy! Look! Wow! Oh, wow!” Cary jumped at Gus’s exclamation. He’d nearly swallowed his tongue when his son ran to the rails and tried to climb on the side to look over. Heath was right on the boy, though, slipping his hand inside the collar of his life-vest to hold him firm. Cary let out a sigh of relief. When he stood to check what had Gus so excited, he could see dolphin fins sliding through the water about a hundred yards out. He’d seen dolphins about a hundred times since he’d moved to Florida but this was probably a first for Gus.

Cary was about to join them at the railing when he came up short. Heath had knelt down so he and Gus were on the same level and was pointing at the dolphins. They spoke quietly to one another, heads tilting first to one side then the other in unison as they watched the dolphins swimming and playing. Cary’s heart swelled in his chest. God, he needed to be careful. The sight of Heath and Gus together like that made him weak in the knees and that was dangerous.

Then they both turned to him with matching smiles. The air left his lungs as he took in their exuberance, the twin gleams in their eyes. Now he understood why Celine had told him to be careful. He’d just had a crush before, but now… now he realized how easily he could fall for Heath. And Lord did that realization suck.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and walked over to stand by them, watching the dolphins. But he couldn’t stand it anymore. Thankfully the sun was almost gone from the sky, leaving him watching the sunset with Heath, yet again, with its pink and orange hues. Damn, it’d been a good day.

“We should get going, huh?” Heath asked, hand landing on top of Cary’s where it rested on the rail. Cary looked at the weathered, work calloused hand.

“Yeah,” he said thickly. “Probably a good idea.”

 Don't forget to check out the previous Snippet Sunday (HERE) and the Keep Swimming picspiration post (HERE).

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Keep Swimming by Kade Boehme
Out July 15, 2014

Early Release

Things are gonna be a little crazy for the next couple weeks so Keep Swimming is available earlier than expected. It's live on Amazon now.

Keep Swimming by Kade Boehme
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Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Keep Swimming: Picspiration

One of the most common questions I'm asked, and I'm sure most authors are asked, is what inspires a story? Now, that's like asking any artist what inspires them. Sometimes it's a moment in their day that would make such a fabulous moment in a book so you build a character around that. Maybe it was an idea from a story a friend told you, or from someone's real life experience that gets twisted into your own weird fantasy that becomes an M/M romance. Who can really say?

While a song may inspire specific scene, maybe the idea or story the song tells becomes the story or characterization of one or both MCs, I can't say I go in with a set playlist. It's hard for me to even come up with the playlist from a book when I'm finished because it'll be such randomness from my playlist that was used to keep my focus zoned in on my writing and in a little bubble. Heh, if you've read all my books, and are a details person, you'll notice that while I may not say her name specifically every time, EVERY one of my books, even co-written, I slip in some reference to Britney Spears. (What? Y'all knew I was a shameless Britney fan.)

But, my biggest inspiration at the end of the day is visual. While the story gets its bones from the plots, the way the song and a story and another idea all come together to create the bare bits of the story, the actual meat comes once I've seen some photo of a guy that inspires me. (Even as a reader I'm a sucker for a good cover model because I need that to picture the person in my mind.) In the case of Keep Swimming, the actual story STARTED with a photo, which happens for me more often than not. So I thought I'd share with you guys the one that started it all:

I saw that and posted it on my FaceBook with the caption "I gotta write their story." And then, Cary and Gus were born. Within an hour I had Keep Swimming's notes started. Then I found Heath:

And two weeks later, I'd plotted, bounced ideas off every poor soul I came in contact with, and BAM! Over four days I'd written their story. So, maybe all that rambling means it's not just ONE thing that inspires me, while at the same time I can also be inspired by the simplest thing. But they never come alive for me like they do when I see the boys who will be acting the story out in my head.

And now we have a book. Cary and Heath's book, Keep Swimming, dropping on you in a few weeks (July 15th) and I'm hoping I did my guys proud. And I hope you all enjoy.

Okay, I'll stop rambling now. Thanks, those of you who lasted through all of that. And I shall leave you with the lovely art LC Chase came up with (she spoils me). And the GoodReads link, for those who've not seen the cover art and/or blurb.

 <3 Kaderade

Keep Swimming by Kade Boehme
Out July 15, 2014 

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Snippet Sunday #1: Old Friends, New Friends

Hey guys! It's that time again. You know the time I'm talking about. When I start blasting you with posts to get y'all amped for my upcoming release! Yay! Haha. My new book Keep Swimming releases in three short weeks—July 15. I thought it was time I started dropping some teasers. So, rather than the usual Seven Sentence Sundays, I thought I'd do Snippet Sundays, since we all know I never just do seven sentences anyways.

In this snippet, one of our MCs Cary's friend Kent has talked him into leaving his kid with a sitter—something he rarely does just to go out—and coming out to their favorite gay sports bar (in Pensacola, FL where most of the book takes place). While there, a smartass guy sits next to them and the friend that meets up with him turns out to be a familiar face from the kennel he volunteers for. Enter our other MC, Heath.

“Shit,” the guy said. Cary and Kent frowned at each other then looked back to the guy whose smile had faltered. He glanced up, looking at the seat to the other side of Cary. “Would it be a huge imposition to ask you guys to scoot down one?”
Cary shook his head but Kent bristled. “You know there are tables free over there,” he said, pointing at the empty bistro tables in the back. Cary smacked Kent’s arm and mouthed be nice. Kent had definitely figured out the guy was hitting on him, so he was turning off what little charm he had. Cary didn’t know why his friend was so against being propositioned but he didn’t feel right asking.
“Not a problem,” Cary said, grabbing Kent by the sleeve and pulling until they’d both scooted over one.
The guy scooted down, planting his ass down in the seat next to Kent and earning a huff from him in the process. He reached a hand around Kent and held it out. “Thanks, buddy.” Cary took the proffered hand and shook. “My friend struck out with his girl so he said he’s on his way out. We don’t get to do this often so…”
“It’s cool,” Cary assured him.
“His girl?” Kent asked. “You know this is a gay bar, right?”
Cary elbowed Kent. The other guy suddenly looked horrified. “Oh, shit? Really?” He stood and looked around. “You mean… these guys… all of them?”
Kent sneered. “You might wanna take the party elsewhere before your buddy gets the wrong idea.”
“No shit. Thanks for the warning!” The guy sat back down and accepted a fruity looking cocktail. It looked funny in his meaty hand. He easily had two inches and forty pounds on Cary, and Cary was no waif. After the guy sipped his cocktail he turned to them again. “Wouldn’t have wanted to drink with straight boys.”
“You’re an ass,” Kent said with grudging admiration. Cary just chuckled.
“The name’s Kyle, actually.” He held a hand out which Kent accepted this time. “And usually it’s the morning after before I get called names.”
“Well, I don’t do the night before the morning after so you’ll have to settle for name-calling now. And you really are an ass if you set up a straight friend like that.”
“Oh, shut up, Kent,” Cary said, nudging his friend’s shoulder. Kent was in rare form tonight.
Kyle laughed. “No, it’s cool. My boy swings whichever way wants to put out. He’s a himbo, but he’s good people.” He took a drink of his cocktail. “He’s a bonafide bisexual.” He gave a mock shudder on the final word. “I’m surprised he’s coming out tonight. Usually I have to drag him kicking and screaming.”
“But he’s bi?” Kent asked. “Wouldn’t that mean he’d be cool coming out to these places?”
Kyle gave a noncommittal shrug, like maybe he’d over shared. He had been awfully forthcoming for a total stranger. “Oh, here he is now.” He set his drink down on the bar and rose to shake hands with his friend. “I was just telling my new friends your life story, here.”
“Of course you were,” the familiar voice washed over Cary. When Kyle sat back down, he met Heath’s eyes over their friends’ heads. Heath’s eyes widened slightly, face flushing with what Cary thought was embarrassment, until he noticed the pleased smirk he’d seen time and time again—the look that had made Cary think the man was interested, even if just a little.
But bisexual? Cary had been on that ride before, granted it was in college and boys at that age are fickle; be they gay, straight, or bi, so lumping Heath in with that particular ex didn’t seem fair.
But hadn’t he just been with a woman? And he kinda sucked at making sure to take his dates very seriously from what Cary had seen.
“Cary, right?” Heath asked, walking over to him.
Cary nodded. “Hey, Heath.”
“You two know each other?” Kent asked, eyeing Heath skeptically.
“Yeah. We’ve seen each other around,” Heath said, winking.
“Oh, the plot thickens.” Kyle sounded pleased with himself. “Aren’t you glad I dragged you out, now?”
Heath turned back to his friend. “Shut up, Kyle.”

Alright, guys. That's it for this week's Snippet Sunday. Stay tuned for giveaway announcements, as well as story extras and more snippets from Keep Swimming, releasing July 15.

<3 Kaderade

A Ranty Moment About Political Decorum

    I need a minute.

    The Faith & Freedom Coalition is having its "Road To Majority" convention in Washington DC this weekend and they've reportedly used urinal cakes that are a likeness of President Obama. 1) What in the hell happened to respecting our President. I get we all have different views, etc, but one thing my family always demanded was respect when speaking of the man who holds that office. Even if you disagree with him, there were ways to voice that while still respecting THAT IS OUR PRESIDENT. 2) If any liberal group had done such a thing during President Bush's tenure, though the GOP despises him and hides him now, back in his terms in office, you'd have been strung up, boycotted, and publicly shamed for speaking against him and his administration. I find it sad, because people have gotten away with SO much where this President is concerned: blatant racism, total public disrespect. I don't say this so much as a defense for President Obama, himself, though I do have immense respect for the man; I wonder more about our total loss of integrity as a nation, our loss of basic manners, decorum and respect in public forums. I find this highly offensive, and I'm certainly not one easily offended. And yes, I'd find it just as offensive were this a sitting conservative President. I just ask, is there place for any of this in public discourse? Is it appropriate and do we honestly feel proud this is part of the modern political landscape? Is this how it's to be? We let them get away with racism, so what happens when the first female President is elected? Do we let them call her a bitch? And the first hispanic president? Hell, the first middle-american President, will it be okay when people call them white trash? I think we forget ourselves, and I do understand that politics, like religion, are touchy and people get defensive. But this is embarrassing for all of us. Maybe it's time we all look in the mirror and ask ourselves just how much disrespect we're willing to heap on one another before no one takes us seriously any more?

Oh, wait. They already don't. And that's the most embarrassing thing of all.

(original reporting/photo seen at Joe.My.God.)

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Women in M/M. DUN DUN DUN.

Gonna keep this short and sweet. Some may have seen this on my facebook, but I'll repeat.
Seems like every six months the question of why women write gay romance pops up. I never understand it because I assume gender has nothing to do with one's ability to write a character, or the human condition, or love. Seems you rarely see male authors questioned on their ability to write female characters (unless he goes full-on misogynistic then he deserves whatever lashings are doled out). 

I've said it a million times and I'll say it again, this genre is about equality and LOVE—LGBT, male, female, trans*, christian, atheist... we're supposed to be a safe place for one another here in the community of gay fiction. Gays, you do a disservice biting the hand that votes for you, supports for you, helps change minds and hearts; women, you're being douches being judgmental of your peers who write for you. Why not practice being nice to one another for a change, encouraging and lifting up? I for one want to be remembered for putting a smile on at least one person's face in this life, rather than being remembered for how much I criticized others.

And girls, I appreciate all you do (and the great things you write). Many of you are my Sheroes and I think the world of you.

Write on.


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

'Good Enough' Blurbage and Coverage

So I been a writin' fool lately, y'all. Got another novella coming. It's humorous-ish and ansty-ish in the same style/length of A Little Complicated. My girl Allison Cassatta pimped out an awesome cover. So cover and blurb time!

Good Enough 
by Kade Boehme

After three years in Chicago, Payton Grady returns home to Seattle to take a job as a paralegal in his friend’s law firm. After arriving, he sees a gorgeous club kid who accidentally leaves an interesting scarf behind at the bus stop. In a silly attempt to locate the owner, Payton’s best friend places an ad on Craigslist. Two years later, Payton and his friend are shocked to receive a response from the erstwhile club kid—his ex-boyfriend from college.

Noah Di Cicco has been wracked with guilt since college when he crushed Payton. His insecurities destroyed their relationship. Six years and the experience of a rock bottom have changed Noah.

Payton is drawn to Noah and how much he's grown. Now that Noah knows he’s good enough for love, both men remember what they had, while moving past the hurt they caused each other so long ago. Maybe they can be good enough together.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

A Moment With Tucker & Jesse

I wrote this moment in the life of Tucker and Jesse a while back. It's previously posted elsewhere but I cleaned it up a little and thought I'd re-post in honor of the publisher having released the paper back. It's about 2500 words. I'm taking you to a few months after the epilogue, though if you've never read the book it won't hurt your enjoyment if you decide to pick it up afterwards. Oh and here's also the print version cover art. Hope you guys like.

Original Art by Dar Albert, all rights owned by Loose-Id, LLC

Lazy Sunday: a Moment with Tucker & Jesse
By Kade Boehme

        Tucker rolled over in bed, placing his palm on the small of Jesse’s back. He caressed the skin gently and lay his cheek on Jesse’s damaged shoulder. Four years they’d been together. He couldn’t believe it. And they were months from their wedding. He’d freaked out a few times, the stress high between his first year of teaching and getting ready to marry this wonderful, fearless lion of a man. But the man, Jesse, Tucker’s sunshine, knew to just be quiet sometimes and let Tucker think. Jesse would just be there to be touched, to anchor Tucker to the world. The gray was never as bleak as it once had been, and all because of still moments like this. That's why their lazy Sundays were his favorite day.

    Tucker kissed Jesse’s shoulder blade and studied the scar there. “Jess?”

    “Hmm,” came Jesse’s sleepy rumble.

    “You know, I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, and you never having brought it up may be a sign you don’t ever want to talk about it, but …” Tucker wasn’t sure whether he should go on. Jesse’s muscles seemed to tense and that made Tucker second guess his question.

    “Tuck?” Jesse’s voice was wary. “Just ask your damn questions, man.” Tucker snorted. He seemed to remember using that line with his best friend Alison quite a lot during some pretty-high stress situations.

    “Your shoulder. I always wondered what really happened there. I understand if it’s not—” Tucker was silenced when Jesse rolled abruptly and took Tucker’s face in his hands, planting a gentle, smiling kiss on his lips.

      “Of course I don’t mind telling you. Wow. The way you lead up to that, I was worried.” And Tucker could see the edge of worry slipping from Jesse’s eyes. Tucker felt horrible because he knew he’d put that worry there. He’d hurt himself and Jesse so many times in the years they’d been together, but they’d made such progress thanks to individual and couples counseling. He had such hope for him and Jesse. Together. He finally felt strong enough to deserve this man.

    “You still there?” Jesse’s voice held a tease. Tucker hadn’t even realized he’d zoned out. He focused his attention on Jesse’s face. That wonderful, beautiful face that once had been stoic, impassive and hard to read with its cold gray gaze, firm jawline and buzzed military-style haircut was now softer and younger. Happiness really agreed with Jesse Bauer and pride filled Tucker’s chest that he had, even in some measure, managed to be part of that happiness despite his fuck-ups and weaknesses.

    “Yeah, I’m still here. Sorry.” Tucker ran his fingers through Jesse’s much longer now blond locks, which flipped up lightly. The softness of the man’s hair was another new, surprising thing. After so long only having rough stubbly buzzed hair, the fact that every part of the man was gentler and … softer made Tucker swoon every time he saw the man. He couldn’t imagine ever falling out of love with him.

    “Well, it’s really a pretty boring story. We were on a routine op, got overtaken and three of us were injured. Mine was the worst, thankfully. No casualties for our side, but my shoulder got blown out. All that inside—“ Jesse knocked on his shoulder “That’s fake. New joint, pins and screws. Ugly business.”

    “And that’s enough to get you medically discharged?”

    Jesse rolled his much larger body and pinned Tucker underneath. Their naked bodies touched, head to toe, but it wasn’t sexual—yet. Just comforting and warm and Tucker’s body molded into Jesse’s as he wrapped his arms around Jesse’s waist. Their bodies fit together, had found the perfect places to fit their planes in the way that made Tucker wonder if they hadn't been separated by the universe, meant to come back together like this.

    Jesse was laughing. “You think a fake shoulder isn’t enough to get me taken out of the game?”

    Tucker rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I mean. It just seems like, maybe that’s a small thing compared to some of the amputations and stuff you see.” Tucker felt like maybe he was fucking this up, the way Jesse’s eyebrow quirked as he gave Tucker a caustic look. “I don’t mean—I just…” Tucker was stammering. Dammit. “I was just thinking you seemed to rehab well and it hasn’t affected your weight training or anything. It just would seem like maybe you would have been a bigger asset. Not that I know anything about what they expect of you or how any of this works—”

    Jesse silenced Tucker with a kiss then pulled back and studied Tucker’s face. He seemed like maybe he’d made some decision in his mind as he gave an affirmative nod. “The injury freaked me out. I could see my shoulder was blown to shit and I was losing a lot of blood and losing it fast.” Jesse rolled off Tucker and lay back on his side of the bed with his eyes closed. Tucker felt bad for bringing it up now. Jesse’s face had clouded and damn. Way to fail, Grey.

    “Jesse, it’s okay, really. I didn’t mean—“

    Jesse reached out a hand and placed it on Tucker’s belly, eyes still closed, just rubbing up and down for support. Tucker liked that Jesse drew strength from him and was comforted by his presence as much as Tucker was comforted by Jesse’s. “No, it’s okay. I’ve just not talked about this. Ever.” Jesse was silent for a beat then continued, quietly. “I started losing consciousness from the blood loss. My commander and my best buddy Ricky were both trying to patch me up while we waited on medic to fly in. I guess in the moment I was pretty hysterical. I just knew I was gonna die.”

    “Oh, Jess.” Tucker could feel the distress rolling off Jesse in waves. He rarely, if ever, saw Jesse like this., so lost in a memory that he was reliving it. Tucker gripped Jesse’s hand and Jesse held tight.

    “It was pretty horrible. I’ll never forget that feeling. Wondering if I fall asleep will it be that time that I never wake up again. I remember trying to fucking hold on to life, to breathe. But I also remember praying and trying to square things up with the big guy.”

    “I can’t imagine.” Tucker actually could, he’d been there. He knew what it felt like to really realize that this might be the last image you saw, the last breath you felt yourself take. The intensity of a moment like that hurt. But he’d always been in a place where he didn’t fight it. He didn’t cry out for a savior or think he had shit to live for. He usually calmly accepted this may be his last moment.

    Jesse turned and looked Tucker in the eye. Oh how sad those beloved eyes looked. Tucker’s breath caught in his chest. He couldn’t handle to see the light in those gray depth so dim. “I’m pretty fucking sure you know what that feels like, Tuck.” Oh Jess. Tucker kissed Jesse and whispered, “No, it’s different. You wanted to live.”

    Jesse closed his eyes, furrowing his brow and looking physically injured by Tucker's words. “Fuck, Jess. Sorry. But, it’s true.”

    “I know, Tucker. I do. It’s just hard to think of you like that.”

    “Then don’t.” Tucker squeezed Jesse’s hand. “I’m good right now, have been for a long time. We’re good.”

    “Yeah,” Jesse said on a sigh, one that sounded like he'd been struggling to breath for a moment. “Yeah, you’re right.” Jesse opened his eyes again and the light was a little brighter in them before he turned his attention back to the ceiling. “Well, when I was fighting not to let that fucking desert be my end when everyone else was going to walk out with just a few bullet grazes, I may have… Outed myself.”

    Tucker leaned up on his elbow, looking at Jesse, stunned. “Shut up.”

    Jesse laughed. “You’re a little old to still be saying that.”

    “Call me old again and you won’t get laid for a month, Marmaduke.”

    “Yeah right.” Jesse cupped Tucker’s balls in his hand, Tucker’s body responding immediately. “I don’t see you holding out very long, baby.”

    Tucker shuddered, canting his hip up into the warmth of Jesse’s large hand. “Fuck, Jess.”

    “No, no, no. You wanted to hear this story. You can just wait.”

    “You suck.”

    “Later,” Jesse deadpanned. “So, I told my commander and my buddy that I couldn’t die without having ever fallen in love. I don’t know why I said something so sentimental.”

    “Yeah, I can’t picture hard-ass Bauer that I first met saying something like that.”

    “Oh, I wouldn’t. They were just as surprised as I was that the words came out of my mouth. Ricky said something about Miranda. And damn if it didn’t just come out. I said I wasn’t in love with her. She was a beard and I needed a man. I didn’t want to die without ever having found even five minutes of happiness with myself and a man that I cared for.”


    Jesse huffed what may have been another laugh. At least he seemed to be in better spirits. “Safe to say they were both really surprised. Thankfully, they kept quiet, though.”

    Tucker carded his fingers through Jesse’s hair again. “I may be dense, but I still don’t get what this has to do with anything.”

    Jesse smirked. “Tucker, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell wasn’t repealed in congress for another several months. So while I was fresh from surgery, learning limitations and getting ready to be transferred to Germany for the reconstructive operation, the commander came to tell me they’d worked out a medical discharge. He hated losing me, yadda yadda, but at least this way I didn’t have a dishonorable discharge. So I took him up on it. My buddy Ricky was being an asshole and no doubt if I stayed behind it would have come out again, one way or the other. I just figured I may as well go with it.”

    “But, it was repealed while you were in the hospital, right?”

    “Well, you have to remember there was that whole waiting period and by the time that came through my discharge had been pushed through. And you can’t really unring the medical bell, babe.”

    “Would you go back if you could?”

   Jesse’s eyes locked on Tucker’s and there was a steely certainty in them when he said “Not a chance.”

    “I’m sorry, Jess.”

    “I’m not.” Jesse rolled to face Tucker, insinuating his leg between Tucker’s. “I got you out of the deal and I got out of that damn closet.”

    “You got to be free. Like the eagle tattoo on your back.”

    Jesse winked at Tucker. “You figured that out, huh?”

    “Well, I always wondered, but it seemed patriotic.”

    “That’s why I did that one. It just felt like the unattainable but it’s what I was fighting for. The freedom of our country, but mostly for guys like you and me to be able to love each other. I wanted to be free myself for so long, so I got the tattoo to remind myself that maybe one day I would be. It was the goal.”

    “And are you free?” Tucker asked, quietly.


    Tucker felt his eyes widen as he looked at Jesse who smiled and kissed Tucker’s lips, chastely. “Oh, I’m free in all the ways it counts. But I’m not free. I’m completely ensnared by this sexy, incredible…”

    “Oh, Lord have mercy.” Tucker flopped on his back and groaned, grinning. “You’re so fuckin’ corny, Bauer. Really?”

    Jesse rolled back on top of Tucker and kissed him deeply, hard and full of passion. “You love me anyway.”

    Tucker just smiled, because he definitely did. With all his heart.



    “Thank you.”

    Tucker frowned thoughtfully. “For what?”

    “You know you gave me what I always wanted. All this, every bit of it. The fake shoulder, leaving the Corps, all the insanity of the last few years… I got so much more than I wanted. I guess the universe listened to that part of the prayer and not the part about 'getting right with Jesus' before I die.”

   Tucker shook his head and lifted his head to kiss Jesse again, soft and loving. “I’m glad.”

    “Me too.” Jesse looked longingly at Tucker. Tucker’s heart was full to bursting. Yeah, his golden man, his fierce protector and best friend was just as needy as him deep down, but needy for Tucker. That tether between them was more than people could ever imagine. They both came from a place where they’d had to fight for that better day and damn if they hadn’t found that better day, that hope, in each other. That was fucking real.

    Tucker hugged Jesse tight then gave the man and indulgent smile. Finally he asked, “Jess?”


    “Can we fuck now?”

    Jesse guffawed and rolled off Tucker throwing his forearm over his eyes, guffawing. And Tucker couldn’t think of a better sound. Well, maybe he could. He rolled over to Jesse and, kissing him, took Jesse in hand and took them to oblivion. Together. Always together.

© 2013 Kade Boehme

 Hope you guys enjoyed. Those who've read it, hope that was a nice scene for you guys, and those who haven't, maybe you can go find a copy. If you want to see another scene from the guys, I did one called Release Day (find it here) because...well, it was release day... over at Babes In Boyland.