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New Release – So Far Away by Nell Iris @nellirisauthor #giveaway

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Book Title: So Far Away

Author: Nell Iris

Publisher: JMS Books LLC

Cover Artist: Written Ink Designs

Release Date: May 1, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope: Established couple

Themes: Illness, separation, pandemic (inspired by Covid, but not Covid)

Heat Rating: 4 flames     

Length: 14 567 words

It is a standalone story.

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So Close, Yet so Far Away

 

Blurb

Engaged couple Zakarias and Julian are convinced nothing can separate them…until a global pandemic hits. Zakarias catches the virus with mild symptoms and isolates in the couple’s guest house. The few meters dividing them might as well be the moon as he watches Julian, an ICU nurse, work himself to the bone, unable to support him the way he needs. Frustration and worry build as the weeks pass. Will Zakarias be declared healthy before Julian burns out? 

 

Excerpt

When we’d just bought it, we spent many long evenings making plans and discussing options. We’d share a bottle of wine and make long lists of things we wanted, things we deemed necessary in what was going to be our forever home. The lists started outrageously—a wine cellar bigger than the actual house with an employee who turns the bottles? Really, Zakarias?—but distilled into a few reasonable items. So Julian’s dream of the biggest bathroom in the northern hemisphere—a Bath Palace, Zakarias, not a bathroom—complete with a pool, a jacuzzi, a sauna, and every other imaginable luxury, turned into a more feasible sized room with a fancy walk-in shower and a separate bathtub with jets—both of them big enough to accommodate the two of us. It also has a heated floor and double sinks. And my favorite feature; the tiny lights over the bathtub, sprinkled in the ceiling like a starry sky. 

We both love the house; it’s our sanctuary. Every design element is chosen for comfort and to make it feel like a real home. Like someplace we can be ourselves. Someplace we can grow old together.

There are things left to do on the house before we’re happy with it, and we still spend evenings on the couch, sipping wine and making lists. Evenings that more often than not turn into heavy make-out sessions on the couch, with clothes being torn off and strewn about. Evenings that end with us panting in a sticky mess and blissed-out grins on our faces, but without deciding what to do with whatever room we’re considering remodeling at the time. “The discussion is half the fun,” he’ll say with sparkling eyes, and my mouth agrees, while I’m thinking the discussion is all the fun, because I could live in a tiny shack in the forest and be happy as long as he lived there with me.

But this house…it’s not just a house, it’s a home. Our home and I miss it.

I miss coming home from work and finding Julian sprawled on the couch in only his underwear, watching some horrid reality show or other on the big screen TV. I miss waking up early on weekends and preparing luxury breakfasts for him, miss how the scent of freshly baked bread never fails to wake him and lure him out of bed. I miss the adorable sight of him stumbling into the kitchen, bleary-eyed, hair in disarray with pillow creases on his cheek and dried drool on his chin. I miss how he beelines for me like a heat-seeking missile and winds himself around me, burying his face in my neck, snaking his arms around me, and tapping three times over my heart. 

His family came up with that code when he was little; his younger sister was born with a genetic developmental disorder and never learned to speak, so three taps to the heart meant “I love you.” She died when she was only five, but the family keeps her memory alive with that gesture. It was how Julian told me he loved me for the first time. I didn’t understand it at the time, but when he told me the story, I realized he’d been telling me he loved me long before the words were spoken out loud. 

I straighten my spine. Shake my head at my moment of weakness before marching back to the guesthouse and pulling a sweater over my head. I pour out the cold forgotten contents of my mug and pour fresh, steaming coffee into it. 

Then I sit, take a sip, and breathe. 

 

About the Author 

 

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bona fide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (Make it so). She loves words, bullet journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving coffee and pastry!)

Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place.

Nell is a bisexual Swedish woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and released her first book in 2017.

Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males. 

 

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New Release – Pirates of Romance by Asta Idonea

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Pirates of Romance
Asta Idonea
 April 7, 2020
10 500 words
MM/Contemporary/Short Story
Cover Art & Formatting by Alina Popescu


Blurb

Xander joins his local am-dram group in order to make friends. He certainly doesn’t expect to fall for the group’s playboy star.

Graeme is confident and easygoing. He believes in fun without commitment. However, all that changes when Xander gets under his skin.

 

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New Release – Late Night Poetry by Nell Iris #giveaway

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Book Title: Late Night Poetry

Author: Nell Iris

Publisher: JMS Books

Cover Artist: Written Ink Designs

Release Date: March 28, 2020

Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance

Trope/s: Second chances

Themes: reunion

Heat Rating: 1 flame

Length:  10 000 words

It is a standalone story.

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A love story told in answering machine messages.

Blurb

Saying “I love you” to someone who says it first, isn’t supposed to lead to a break-up, but that’s what happens to Sully and Lou. Sully is out and proud while Lou is in the closet, so when their relationship deepens, Lou runs.

But then Lou starts leaving emotional messages of remorse on Sully’s answering machine. Sully is torn between his love for Lou and his attempts to get over him. With each message, Lou’s regrets deepen. With each message, it becomes more difficult for Sully to forget him. With each message, Sully finds it harder to want to move on.

Can old love poems and heartbreaking honesty help Sully and Lou find their way back to each other?

 

Excerpt 

Sunday, November 25, 1990. 11:35 PM.

“Ron set me up on a date.”—thick, revolted grunt—”A fucking date. He and Kelly told me to come over for dinner but neglected to tell me they had also invited one of her single female friends. Fuck him. I told him I was trying to get over someone and then he does this? I asked him why and he said, ‘I’m your brother, I’m just looking out for you and besides you need to get back into the saddle again.’ The saddle, Sully, like I’m some fucking cowboy or something.”—Deep stuttering breath—“I felt so betrayed. A few days ago, he asked me why I was so mopey, and I told him I’d just broken up with someone really important and that I’m very upset about it. He said he was sorry and then a few days later he tells me to get back on the horse? I couldn’t even storm out of there because he grabbed my arm and said Kelly had worked so hard on the dinner, so I better not disappoint her. He’s definitely inherited his guilt-trip skills from Mom. 

“Then I had to spend the rest of the night dodging wandering hands. I can’t tell you how many times I had to brush her fingers away from my thigh. As soon as I could, I got up and left but then she followed me. She cornered me before I could get into my car and kissed me. I felt like I cheated on you. I cheated on you and all I want to do is beg your forgiveness and promise you I won’t do it again. Except it doesn’t matter, does it? I did this to myself. I did this to myself and now I have to live with my choices. With the consequences of my cowardice. 

“And you probably don’t care anymore and you’re right not to because you deserve someone by your side who’ll be happy to be seen with you. Someone who’ll stand up to his family and tell them that the person he’s so broken-hearted over is a guy. The most amazing guy I’ve ever met who made me laugh every day and saw behind the tough-guy persona and saw the real me. 

“You need someone like that. I wish that person could be me. I’m so sorry. I should stop calling you. I need to stop calling you. It’s just…I miss you. All the time.”

I don’t sleep well that night. It’s one of my few weekends off; I relented and took time off from the bar on the weekend after yet another call from Dad telling me in his sternest voice to not work myself to the bone. I spent the evening conked out on the couch, half-sleeping to a movie I’d seen before, and after that, I moved the party to the bed to get some actual sleep. But Lou’s phone call woke me up, and after listening to his message my sleep is restless. 

I dream of his large hands touching every inch of my body. Of his thin but warm lips constantly surrounded by stubble because he needs to shave twice a day to keep his face smooth. Of his long hair hanging like curtains around us as he lay on top of me, kissing me. Of his fingers playing with my curls that he loves so much or tracing the outline of my tattoo. 

I dream of long legs entwined with mine and the hard planes of his body rubbing against mine. Of deep moans in my ear, of fingers digging into my flesh, of sweat dripping down on me as he made love with me. I dream of his scent. His deep laughter. How his eyes softened whenever he looked at me.

Caught in the space between dream and consciousness, I dream of…remember?…the time he crawled into my bed late at night, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me flush to his body, pressing his broad chest against my back, rubbing the curly hair covering his pecs against my bed-warmed skin. I was aware of his presence but not quite awake as he carefully caressed the skin under my belly button with a thick thumb. I dream of…remember?…the softly whispered words against the back of my neck. “I love you, Sully Winslow.”

 

About the Author 

Nell Iris is a romantic at heart who believes everyone deserves a happy ending. She’s a bona fide bookworm (learned to read long before she started school), wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without something to read (not even the ladies room), loves music (and singing along at the top of her voice but she’s no Celine Dion), and is a real Star Trek nerd (Make it so). She loves words, bullet journals, poetry, wine, coffee-flavored kisses, and fika (a Swedish cultural thing involving coffee and pastry!)

Nell believes passionately in equality for all regardless of race, gender or sexuality, and wants to make the world a better, less hateful, place.

Nell is a bisexual Swedish woman married to the love of her life, a proud mama of a grown daughter, and is approaching 50 faster than she’d like. She lives in the south of Sweden where she spends her days thinking up stories about people falling in love. After dreaming about being a writer for most of her life, she finally was in a place where she could pursue her dream and released her first book in 2017.

Nell Iris writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angsty, short over long, and quirky characters over alpha males. 

 

 

 

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New Release – Waxing Poetic for Christmas by Mara Townsend #KindleUnlimited #Giveaway

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Book Title: Waxing Poetic for Christmas

Author: Mara Townsend

Publisher: Self-published 

Cover Artist: Mara Townsend

Release Date: November 29, 2019

Genre/s: Contemporary New Adult Holiday MM Romance

Trope/s: Established relationship, first time kink exploration/BDSM, holiday romance

Themes: Trust, love, balance, excitement, holiday, sexy

Heat Rating:  4.5 – 5 flames (BDSM play and multiple sex scenes)

Length: 10 – 12k words/ 60-70 pages 

It is a standalone story.

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Blurb

Casey loves sitting in Santa’s lap.

That is, his holiday-obsessed boyfriend Nick is wearing nothing but a Santa hat and wants to know what Casey wants for Christmas. There is one thing, but it’s something Casey’s been holding back on. Melting candle wax stirs a burning desire in him. All he wants for Christmas is to experience the hot drip on his body…if he can find the courage to finally ask for it. All the sugar cookie-scented candles are making it hard to resist adding a kinky request to his wish list of gifts from his sexy St. Nick.

With the holiday spirit driving him on, Casey asks Nick to give him a hot present he’ll never forget. It’s the season of giving, after all, and this will be a gift they can share. Will Nick become Casey’s personal naughty Santa and fulfill his secret fantasy? 

Waxing Poetic for Christmas is a steamy holiday MM romance featuring kink discovery, wax play, holiday sweaters, and a sugary fireside HEA perfect for the holiday season.

 

Excerpt 

Nick breaks out in laughter, pressing it to Casey’s temple in hot puffs that brush over his ear. Nick gives him a squeeze. He backs away from Casey and waves around a lone tube sock.

Casey raises an eyebrow. “Really, Nick?”

“What? The tube sock method is a tried and true classic.” Nick winks and flips the sock in the air once, catching it with a flourish. He’s so dramatic, but Casey loves it. “We don’t have to live on campus to utilize it.”

“I thought you just said we didn’t have to worry about your roommates,” Casey points out.

“I know. I did tell them we wanted some space for the night, but this is just a little extra precaution. Just in case they do end up coming up for air from their science project.”

Casey watches Nick dance down the hallway swinging the sock around.

“Grab the ice and the bowl of cold water, will you?” Nick calls.

Retrieving the last of their safety supplies, Casey trails after Nick into his bedroom. Nick admires his sock-hanging handy work like it’s a Michelangelo in a museum.

“Ohh, ahh,” Casey deadpans. He hoists the bowl of water. “Here.”

Nick takes it from him and sets it on the nightstand by a small fire extinguisher and pile of washcloths.

“Do you really think we’ll need that?” Casey gestures to the extinguisher.

Nick throws him a boyish grin. “Fire safety first. Boy Scouts, dude.”

The snowman monstrosity of a shower curtain is open and spread across the floor, the cheerful pattern winking up at Casey. He sets the bag of ice down.

“Okay, last checks,” Nick announces. He ticks off his fingers one by one. “Bathroom, protein bar, shaved?”

Casey nods along with each one. His stomach somersaults, but he’s ready.

“Did you pick a safeword?” Nick raises his eyebrows seriously.

“Just use stop lights.”

Nick nods in agreement. “Alright. We won’t make this too long, either. I want to feel out what your tolerance is slowly without tiring you out too much.”

“What about what I said? I want to take it.” Casey’s cheeks burn with the truth of that statement. “Whatever you want to give me.”

“And slow and steady is what I want to give you.” Nick reaches out and threads his fingers through Casey’s hair. “Got it?”

“Yeah,” Casey breathes.

“Get undressed. Leave your underwear on.”

It’s a command, not a request. Nick’s gaze heats with it, pupils going dark with desire. Casey’s stomach bottoms out and he exhales a shaking breath before yanking his t-shirt over his head and flinging it at the bed. His flannel pants follow. Nick picks up and toys with a bottle of oil.

As Casey strips, Nick grabs his fluffy Santa hat and sets it on his head so it sits askew. It pushes some of his wavy fringe into his eyes and he watches Casey as he waits for Nick’s command.

Nick waves to the shower curtain. “Kneel down in the middle. Hand on your thighs.”

Casey’s quick to follow directions, dropping to his knees. The plastic curtain crinkles and it sounds as loud in Casey’s ears as his breathing. A shiver ripples through his body. His nipples harden. It’s cold in the room, even with the building’s heat on.

While he waits, Nick lines up a few candles and a lighter.

“First things first,” Nick murmurs. “I want you to watch me.”

Nick doesn’t even have to ask for that. Casey’s gaze is already glued to him as he lights one candle and lets the wax pool once it begins to melt.

He holds the candle so it hovers over his exposed wrist. His gaze flickers to Casey.

“Are you watching, Case?”

“Yes,” Casey whispers, eyes wide.

“Good.”

Nick waits a beat, moving the candle just enough so the flame dances. Then he allows a drop of melted wax to fall onto his wrist. Nick inhales through his nose and hums. The wax skips down, hardening into a pearly line across Nick’s tan skin.

“Nice,” Nick murmurs. “Want me to do another test drop?”

In his head, Casey says yes.

What happens aloud is a sound that’s some approximation of an affirmative that half-lodges in Casey’s throat. He sucks his lips between his teeth, eyes trained on Nick’s wrist. They’ve barely started and already his chest is expanding, pulse thrumming beneath his skin in anticipation. Casey swallows thickly and resists the urge to shift on his knees, keeping still under Nick’s gaze.

 

 

About the Author 

Mara Townsend is a bisexual indie author of LGBTQ+ romances. She loves to explore intimate relationship development of the feels-inducing variety to invoke the eternal just kiss plea from the reader, as well as crafting strong platonic friendships with heaps of heart and soul. Her stories showcase diverse representation, love stories with realistic emotions—never mindless fluff, a healthy dose of humor, and a side helping of her favorite tropes.

She hangs out in fan communities online and learned how to write the kind of stories that she’s passionate about through experimental character-driven fiction based in her favorite worlds. When not writing, she can be found soaking up sunshine at the beach, traveling the world to fill in her passport, perpetually collecting plants, and reading as many fake-dating romance books as she can find.

 

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Release Blitz ~ The Highlander by Kasia Bacon

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Book Title:  The Highlander (The Order series #2)

Author:  Kasia Bacon

Cover Artist: Marek Frankowski 

Release Date: August 31 2017

Genre/s: Fantasy/Paranormal M/M Romance

Length: Words: 16K  No. of Pages: 65

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Blurb

I, Lochan of the famed Féyes clan, know all about fighting.

As a half-breed Elf, I have struggled against prejudice and feelings of inadequacy.

A recluse by nature, I have battled my aversion to touch and interaction with others.

To become an assassin of The Order, I have learnt to overcome the limitations of my mind and body.

But denying the power Ervyn Morryés holds over me might be the one fight I lose. The truth is—damn it all—the relentless Highlander brings me to my knees.

Note: This novelette is the second in the Order Series and not a standalone instalment. Reading The Mutt is crucial for its full enjoyment.

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Excerpt

I knew my insomnia worried him. Elven Army regulations regarded bedtime as a serious matter. A soldier’s body—well-honed, fed and rested—served as their primary weapon. A tired soldier made errors. And errors claimed lives.

To escape further scrutiny, I backed towards my cot and hopped under the blankets.

Of course, Ervyn took it as an invitation. Not that he ever acted as if he needed one. He shrugged out of his heavy leather jerkin and pulled off his boots.

“Come now.” In the near darkness, I heard a smile in his voice. “Let me tuck you into bed, mu’hrōnye.”

He’d fallen into the habit of calling me that. I asked the meaning of it once, but he simply laughed and distracted me by biting on the shell of my ear.

Ghor still hadn’t stirred. For once, I didn’t mind his snoring.

The narrow cot made for a tight fit for Ervyn and me.

Something else felt tight, besides. The crotch of my trousers.

Ervyn’s hand immediately rose to brush my cheek and jaw line. “I missed you,” he murmured.

My pulse jumped a notch.

He tended to say things like that, nonchalant, as if betraying one’s thoughts cost nothing. His impulsivity meant he rarely bothered to conceal his wants and intentions. Such a barefaced approach shocked the hell out of me, although I partly admired, partly envied his readiness to show emotion.

My eyes slid closed at the warm, rough feel of his thickened fingertips: the draw hand of the archer. Somehow this heightened my pleasure. The smell of pine needles, leather and horses hit my nostrils.

His thumb skimmed my bottom lip.

I moaned, already so aroused I could kill with my hard-on. Which, in fairness, would be a handy skill to have for an assassin.

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Meet the Author

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A linguist and an avid reader with a particular fondness for fantasy and paranormal genres, KASIA BACON lives in London with her husband. When not tearing her hair out over a translating project, she writes stories about the shenanigans of emotionally constipated assassins and sexy Elves. Otherwise, she can be found shaking her loins at a Zumba class, binging on anime or admiring throwing knives on Pinterest. She has a mild coffee and lemon tart addiction. A lover of MMA and Muay Thai, she also enjoys nature and the great outdoors. She dreams of becoming independently wealthy, leaving the city and moving into her wooden mini-manor—located in the heart of stunning forests resembling those of the Elven Country depicted in her tales.

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THE COCKYBEAST FANFICTION CONTEST

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I’m thrilled to announce one of the stories I entered into the Cockybeast’s Fanfiction contest has made it through to the final eight.

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THE FINAL FRONTIER

written under the pen name of

Bob Loving

Space—the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Jaxson. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.

Captain’s Log – Star Date: 2513.3.

After being overpowered by an unknown force, the Jaxson has been underway at warp seven for three days. We are currently entering orbit around Paraguay, a planet so far uncharted by the Federation.

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Preparing for the worst and in the hope of saving his crew, Captain Jake T. Bass selects his most experienced men to accompany him to the planet’s surface, leaving the bridge in the capable hands of his lover and second-in-command, Mr. Cock.

“Kiss me and wish us luck.” He leans closer, puckering his lips.

“Is that logical, Captain?” The two men have never openly demonstrated their affections before.

The captain doesn’t hesitate, planting a passionate kiss on the Vulcan’s mouth and palming the bulge in his pants. “Keep it warm for me, Ricky.”

Ignoring the fact that the remaining crew on the bridge are pairing up and making out, Captain Jake heads to the transporter room with his band of trusty officers.

The men prepare themselves for departure.

“We’re ready to go.” He nods at his chief engineer. “Beam us down to Paraguay’s surface, Ty.”

Within seconds, the six men are standing on a dusty orange landscape, each of them tense and poised for confrontation. Two silvery moons are setting low on the horizon. A warm wind blows eerily around these nervous humans.

“Set your laser guns to stun.” Scanning the immediate vicinity, Captain Jake pulls out his weapon to adjust its settings.

“Hayden and JD, go east. Bravo Delta and Gabe head north towards the giant white sphere over there.” He points to a distant rocky cliff face. “Colby, you come with me to that cave.”

Before they can move towards their intended targets, six bare-chested guards in human form appear out of nowhere and surround the crew. Each of the guards looks similar—identical in fact—dark tousled hair, a tattooed muscular torso and a downright sexy ass.

The humans draw their weapons, only to find none of them work. Bravely, eager to protect his captain and colleagues, JD lunges towards the nearest soldier, wrestling him to the ground. He gains the upper hand, pinning him down and sitting firmly across his hips. The native life form returns his gaze, lustfully staring up into JD’s blue-green eyes. Hypnotized, as if under an erotic spell, sexual energy is drawn from the human, imparting strength to the alien. JD grinds himself wantonly, relishing the groans of desire emanating from the exotic creature beneath him.

Gaining control of the situation, Captain Jake grips JD by the upper arms, dragging him to his feet, and breaking the magnetic connection between the two in the process. The air crackles with sexual tension.

The humans are powerless to resist. Waves of desire crash through them, their emotions going haywire. Colby manages to scan the alien life force while they are escorted to the white spherical building, thinking his device has malfunctioned when his machine detects only one alien being among them.

He leans closer to his companion. “Captain, beware. We may be experiencing hallucinations. This solitary creature appears to have taken control of our mental faculties.”

Adjusting his growing cock and noticing the erections in his men’s pants, Jake shakes his head slowly. “The starship was powerless to resist this creature and so are we, Colby. There is nothing we can do other than obey.”

Once inside the voluminous sphere, each officer is assigned a separate cell accompanied by one of the guards.

Captain Jake’s cell walls are stark white, the floors wooden. Light floods through the sheer net drapes on one side of the room. Hearing the door secured behind him, Jake is surprised when he detects the presence of another. He turns, only to be confronted by the love of his life.

“Ricky! How did you get here?” Jake draws his lover into his arms, pulling him down onto the black leather sofa.

With a playful grin, Ricky captures Jake’s chin in his hand. “Never mind about that for now.” His tongue swoops over Jake’s mouth, coaxing a whimper from his man. “I missed you.”

The earlier sexual attraction JD felt for his guard re-ignites when he crosses the threshold of his cell. The room reminds him of a hotel he stayed in long ago, with dark rosewood furniture and walls, and a large mirror above the dresser. The guard closes the door behind him and stands observing JD with lust. Growling, he pulls him in front of the mirror, kissing him with fervor.

Pulling apart to look at each other, JD hardly notices the man now resembles Ty, the chief engineer—the man whom he has fantasized about and jerked off to over the past four years.

Colby’s cell leads out onto a wooden deck overlooking the sea. In his eyes, the magnificent view truly is a thing of beauty. Dale, his best friend, is lounging in a deckchair, leisurely stroking his cock. His eyes close as he pleasures himself. Stepping through the open doorway, Colby sidles up to Dale. He pulls his throbbing cock out of his pants, in desperate need of relief.

Bravo Delta settles onto the comfortable bed in his luxurious cell, deep sleep only moments away. He dreams of a lean, blond boy slipping onto his bed, who eases out his dick, and sucks it into his warm, wet mouth.

Gabe strolls casually around the infinity pool outside his cell. The golden light reflects off the building behind him. He notices a familiar figure stretched out and dripping wet on the sun bed. He is thrilled to be sharing his prison cell with JD while they are staying on this most welcoming of planets. Not caring where the captain and the other officers are, he kneels beside this beautiful man—pleased they can spend time alone at last. In the throes of passion, Gabe fails to observe JD’s tattoo now says ‘Paraguay’ across his back.

In contrast to his companions, Hayden’s cell is gray and empty: an unwelcoming blank canvas. His accompanying guard pauses by the closed door, a little unnerved by what he sees.

Smiling, Hayden glances over the guard’s body. The angular tattoo of a heart monitor across his chest draws his attention first, before looking into the dark eyes of his captor. “Why are we here?” Hayden is the first of the crew to question their imprisonment.

His guard steps closer, chancing a smile at him. “Don’t worry. You will all be released shortly.”

Hayden glances around the plain room, still confused. Noticing the lens of a video camera in the corner of the room, he huffs with displeasure. “I object to being filmed, unless I can see the cameraman.”

“Take a walk with me, then? The guard flirts shamelessly, moving his body sexily as he walks towards the cell door.

Hayden eyes the tattooed letters etched across his back.

“Paraguay?”

“This planet. My home.” The alien seems distracted by the human again. “I live here alone.”

Hayden’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “But you are many?”

“I have the ability to duplicate my form multiple times at once and metamorphose into a person’s most wanted desire.”

Still puzzled, Hayden paces the room. “You are in each of our cells simultaneously?”

Nodding slowly, the guard moves closer and places his hand softly on Hayden’s arm. “My name is Levi.”

“Am I seeing the real you right now?” Hayden definitely likes the figure standing in front of him.

“Yes. I don’t need to meddle with your mind, nor can I, even if I wanted to.” Realizing the truth, his skin flushes pink. “You are seeing your true soul mate.”

The two soon-to-be lovers walk along the corridor holding hands, beaming in the knowledge that they have found each other. Passing the doors to the other cells, erotic groans of pleasure echo from inside each of them.

Hayden raises an eyebrow and smirks. “You’re filming what’s going on inside these rooms with your other selves?”

Levi’s adorable blush arouses Hayden, making his groins throb and his knees weak.

“It can be a lonely existence living here by myself on this planet. I need some porn to watch until the next spaceship passes by. And don’t worry, your colleagues are more than willing participants.”

Laughing loudly, Hayden pulls Levi into a darkened corridor, pushing him against the wall. “You have the power to control a vessel and all its occupants, yet I have power over you?”

Levi relaxes when Hayden’s arms snake around his back. “I gain my power from the sexual energy I draw from various life forms. You humans are a potent source for me.”

Leaning forward, Levi trails his lips down Hayden’s neck, nipping on his collarbone, before lifting his head and claiming his open mouth.

The alien drops to his knees nuzzling against Hayden’s groin, his body hot with desire.

Much later, the two soul mates sit on a bench overlooking the deserted planet, discussing their future.

“Stay here with me, please.”

“Come back to Earth instead, Levi.”

***

After many pleasure-filled days with their perfect mate, the captain and his crew are well and truly sated. In a dazed state of euphoria, they prepare to return to the Jaxson.

Not wanting to be left alone, Levi packs a case with some of his belongings, gives his planet a farewell glance, and is beamed aboard the spacecraft with the other men.

Dr. McCoy checks over their physical and mental health while Captain Jake debriefs his men. Apart from Hayden and Levi, who feign ignorance, no one can recall the events of the past few days on planet Paraguay.

In the spirit of bonhomie, Levi is accepted on board the U.S.S. Jaxson, signing up to train as a new recruit. Freely relinquishing his control over the minds of others as well as the spaceship, he aims to become the best officer in the fleet.

That evening, Levi spends time with his soul mate in the quarters they now share, entertaining Hayden with his dancing prowess. Later, the two lovers settle down to watch the first of five very hot and steamy videos Levi managed to retrieve from his video cameras before leaving Paraguay.

 

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