Cupid
sat around, wondering who next he should help with their love life. Sometimes
he loved what he did, sometimes he hated what fate had him do.
What
the hades was wrong with some people, that they couldn’t see past their noses
to look at what their hearts were telling them. Forget what logic said, stupid
brain didn’t know anything about love. Who said loves was for fools? Whoever is
was could go to the crows.
Sighing,
Cupid was frustrated. Telling someone to go to the crows just didn’t have the
same meaning as it did back in the day. Now you had to be vulgar to someone in
order to swear. Even then, if you said kun
to someone, that was telling them off, but words like that didn’t appeal to
Cupid.
How
could he promote the feeling of love and stuff if he was rude?
Thinking
about his latest love match, he wondered how his namesake was doing.
When
Cupid’s mom was expecting him, he asked Morpheus to help him talk to her. He
knew that Cupid was going to be a gentle, loving soul and thought he would be
the perfect namesake in the land of the humans.
He
cried along side Cupid when Victor was killed. For a while there, he kept a bit
of an eye on him, worried about how he was not even living his life. For a
while there he wondered if he was going to follow Victor into the afterlife.
As
soon as Cupid realized that Liam would make a perfect soul match for Cupid, he
set them up. Especially when he could help with the trouble that was coming for
Cupid. His poor human had been through so much pain, that he wanted to make
sure that he would be protected.
Thinking
about Cupid, he decided to go and see how he was doing. When he peeked in, he
was shocked at the state Cupid was in. He looked ready to find a corner with a
blankie and not come out.
What
had this human so frazzled?
Deciding
to see what he could do to help, Cupid set himself up as a nice young man and
went to see his namesakes sister, Artemis. He casually dropped that he would
love to help in any way he could, but he didn’t know what he could do. When she
asked if he would be willing to help her brother as he was getting ready for a
Fourth of July party, he offered to go and do what he could.
Knocking
on Cupid’s door, he was happy to see the changes to the house since he was last
there as Hellcat. When the door opened and he got a good look at Cupid, he was
instantly worried. Was Liam treating him right? He was sure that Liam was the
perfect man for Cupid.
“Can
I help you?”
“Hi,
I’m Stephan.” Cupid made sure to put a bit of a shy smile on his face. “Your
sister sent me here. I came over from the LGBT center to the coffee shop
looking for a job and she said that you could use my help instead.”
When
Cupid practically fell against the door, he got a bit worried.
“You
any good in the kitchen?”
Thankfully,
Cupid kept his snort of laugh from bursting out. Gods really didn’t need to
eat, although he couldn’t turn down some of his favorite dishes.
“Not
really, but I’m good for getting you things and carrying stuff.”
Cupid
was barely able to step into the house, when Hellcat and Specialkitty came up
to him, demanding attention.
“The
larger one is Hellcat, the other one is Specialkitty.” Cupid said.
He
really had to laugh, he knew about how Hellcat was named, since that was his
fault, but he loved the littles ones name.
“Who
named them?”
“My
boyfriend.”
Following
Cupid into the kitchen, he watched as he put some food together. When he sat at
the table, he had the smaller cat jump into his lap and make it’s self
comfortable. Curling up into a ball and going to sleep. Hellcat stood up and
started to bat at the kitten, trying to get him to move.
“Hey!”
Cupid hissed quietly to the cats. “Stop behaving like this. You’re going to
give Cupid ideas.”
When
he suddenly heard the sound of laughter, he looked up to see the human Cupid
leaning on the counter laughing at him and the cats.
“Guys.”
Cupid was beginning to wonder if coming here was a good idea. “Seriously, go
play or something. Go find a mouse to torment. I’m trying to help here. Skedaddle
kitties.”
The
harder he tried to be firm with them and chase the off, the harder Cupid was
laughing.
“You
two need to stop.” Cupid was ready to growl at them. They were going to out him
to his namesake at the rate they were going. “If you don’t stop I’m going to
start throwing water at you. I might even try to find some of that holy water
they use.” Cupid had to whisper this at them, since he didn’t want the human to
hear what he was saying.
Ugh,
Hellcat didn’t care. He was demanding some snuggle time with Cupid and to heck
with the consequences. Blasting furbag was becoming demented with his demands
for attention.
“Go,
I’ll see you before I leave. For now, I have to help Cupid.” Giving them a
stern talking to mentally as well to get them to go.
He
had to smile watching as they moped out of the room. Watching Hellcat drag his
tail behind him was funny though.
When
Cupid put a plate of food in front of him, he tried to refuse it. The look he
was given told him that he would be better off just eating the food. Damn, not even Zeus can look that fierce!
Watching
as Cupid pulled out all the food he made, he finally was able to find out what
was wrong.
Cupid
moved quickly so he was in front of the little human and pulled him into his
arms.
Gently
crooning to him, Cupid gave Liam a mental nudge to come see his man. While
waiting for Liam to get there, Cupid did what he could to help calm him down.
“You
know his family is going to love you. You have nothing to fear.”
Cupid
gently gave him mental nudges as well, trying to help calm him down. When Liam
got there, he was happy to step aside and let Liam take over comforting him. Once
Cupid calmed down, he stepped forward as Stephan to lend a hand.
Deciding
to go to the family gathering to see what all the fuss was about, he was happy
to see that Liam’s family accepted Cupid into their ranks. Looking around to
see what was so special, he spied Liam’s younger brother with his work partner.
Taking a closer look at them, he noticed how perfect they were for each other.
Moving
away, Cupid stepped into the shadows and made himself invisible. Pulling his
bow and arrow’s out, he let the two men have it. Grinning to himself, Cupid was
happy to see another love match in the family.
He
jumped a bit when he realized that Psyche snuck up behind him.
“You
still enjoy making the love matches,” Psyche commented.
“Yeah,
I do,” Cupid told his wife, who was more his best friend.
“Come
with me,” Cupid said, grabbing her hand in his. “There are going to be some
fireworks, so why don’t we go grab a cloud and enjoy them.”
Cupid
thought this was the way to enjoy a holiday, any holiday.
By
spending it with those you loved.
~~@~~
TAKING CARE OF YOU
Shane Turner never hid the
fact that he was out and proud, not even when it cost him the use of his legs.
When he's attacked on his way home from the Pride Parade, he learns that being
out and proud might be dangerous, but it also brings him the rescuer of his
dreams.
Michael Franks has issues on
top of issues, but the frightened cries of a man being attacked make them seem
insignificant. When he rescues Shane and discovers a man who makes his heart
race, he has to find the courage to step outside of his comfort zone in order
to hold onto Shane's heart.
The instant attraction Shane
and Michael feel for one another is something they want to explore, but
physical and mental challenges are ahead for the two men. Will they be able to
overcome them while trying to survive the three attackers who want Shane dead?
Story Excerpt
Well,
this wasn’t how Shane Turner saw his day going. Not by a long shot. As he was
leaving the Pride Parade grounds, he found himself suddenly surrounded by thugs
chanting horrible words…freak, fudge-packer, pillow biter, waste of air.
Shane
tried to ignore the rest of the crap they said. It wasn't worth listening to.
The
blow came out of nowhere and knocked him to the ground. Fear slithered up his
spine as he fell from his wheelchair. Thoughts of being beaten to death had him
panicking.
Shane
yelled, “Fuck off, you stupid assholes,” as he tried to get his wheelchair back
upright.
Ok,
so maybe going back to his car with rainbow flags all over his chair might not
have been the brightest idea, but this was Pride. He should have been safe.
The
group of three guys began taking turns stomping on his chair, and kicking Shane
mainly on his legs, but also the rest of his body. All the while they kept
saying what an abomination Shane and his “type” were, how gays were disgusting
and should be all gotten rid of. He wanted to fight back, but he was too afraid
to. The goons were all larger than him, but who wasn’t?
Shane
barely stood five feet three inches when he was able to stand, but while in the
chair, not so much. Shane wasn’t sure if he should be glad or sad that he
couldn’t feel his legs, especially when, after one good kick to his leg, it
bent at a funny angle. Shane tried to get a good look at the creeps, but every
time he went to lower his arms to get a glimpse of them, they tried to kick him
in the face.
Shane
heard someone yelling, and when he looked up he saw a ginormous man running
towards them. Shane closed his eyes, praying the guy was trying to hail a cab and
not joining the goons beating him. He wasn't sure why no one was coming to help
him.
“Get
away from him," the big guy yelled. "Leave him alone!”
For
a moment, it looked as if the three thugs were going to try to stand up to
Shane's rescuer, but once they got a good look at the tall, dark, muscle bound
man they ran.
As
Shane tried to pull himself bit by bit over the sidewalk to get to his
wheelchair, the man stopped him with a gentle hand to his shoulder.
“Please,
let me help you.”
The
sound of his voice, the concern, was a tone that Shane hadn’t heard from anyone
in a long time. Usually it was people asking Shane for something, not offering
to help him.
Shane
stopped to stare, watching as the big man turned his chair over. He winced as
he looked down at Shane. “I’m not sure if I should move you back into your
wheelchair, your leg looks funny.”
“It’s ok," Shane replied. "I don’t
feel it. Who are you?”
The
big guy blushed, which, to Shane, was totally adorable. “Sorry, my name is
Michael. Michael Franks.”
Shane
gazed at Michael, smiling tentatively. “Thank you, Michael. I think you may
have saved my life.”
Michael
blushed even more, replying, “No problem. Why were they hurting you?”
Shane
looked at Michael “Probably because they know I’m gay and they’re assholes.”
Michael
shook his head. “I don’t understand, you can’t hurt them, so why were they
beating you up? I guess it’s like my mom says, ‘people can be cruel’."
Michael frowned. "Well she says more than that, but that’s the basic
meaning.”
to call my driver to come and get me.”
Michael
shook his head at Shane. “No, you need to call the police and an ambulance.
They need to look for your attackers and you need to go to the hospital. There
is something wrong with your leg and since you aren’t screaming in pain, I’m
going to guess you don’t feel it. If you move it without getting it stable
first, then you could do some serious damage to it.”
Eyes
wide, Shane just looked at Michael in surprise.
Michael
shrugged his shoulders “Just because I’m big and look stupid, doesn’t mean I
am. I might have some issues, but they don’t affect my ability to think.”
It
was then that Shane noticed the trembling hands, and he became worried. “Are
you ok, Michael? You’re shaking, were you hurt?”
Michael
hung his head, hiding his face. “No, I just have a severe essential tremor,
among other things. My hands are always like this. Sometimes they are even
worse. Today is a mild day.”
“Hey,
we all have different issues. Mine is my chair, you have your hands. They don’t
bother me, I was just worried you had been hurt.”
Shane
made his call to 9-1-1, telling them what happened, where he was and that he
needed medical help. After that, he called his driver Andy, to tell him to go
home for now and that he would let him know when he would be ready to be picked
up from the hospital.
Andy
sounded concerned. “Are you sure Shane? You shouldn’t be alone right now. I’m
on the way.”
“No,”
Shane responded, “I have Michael here with me. He will make sure that I’m ok.”
“Michael?
Who is Michael?” Andy asked.
"He's
the guy who scared off the idiots beating me up."
"Do
you know this guy?" Andy asked. "Have you met him before?"
"No."
“Shane,
you don’t know Michael from a hole in the ground. How do you know that you will
be safe with Michael? He could be in on this with those thugs.”
“I
will be fine. I trust him,” Shane said, although he had no idea why. It was
true. He didn't know the guy, but there was just something about Michael that
calmed Shane. “Go, I will call you when I’m ready to be picked up from the
hospital.”
Andy
finally gave up, saying “Ok, but call me if you need anything, even a drink of
water.”
Shane
appreciated Andy, and his housekeeper Travis, knowing that they were his now
family. Not so much the rest of his biologic family, but that thought was for
another day.
Adult Excerpt
Holding
out his hand, Shane told him, “Come here, I need to touch you. I love your
body, and I find all the hair a massive turn on.”
Michael
raised an eyebrow at Shane. “Are you sure?” he asked, as he crawled onto the
bed beside Shane. “Mom offered to take me to get some of the hair removed, and
I will if you want me to.”
Michael
was praying Shane wouldn’t ask him to do that.
“No,”
Shane said as he ran his hands over the hair on Michael's chest. “I’m loving
it.”
“We
need to discuss about condoms, hun.” Michael looked at Shane seriously. “I know
that neither of us have never been with anyone, but I would like us to have
another test in three months. Providing we are both clean, and I’m assuming we
will be, we can get rid of them then. I refused to put either of us at risk. Is
this acceptable to you?”
“Oh
god, yes.” Shane sighed.
Michael
leaned down to kiss Shane. He found that he was becoming hooked on the taste of
this man. It was all Shane, with a touch of mint. He pushed this tongue into
Shane’s willing mouth and rubbed all over the interior, memorizing the feeling
and flavor.
As
their tongues caressed each other, their hands were busy, too. When he found
Shane’s nipples, he found out how sensitive they were. The small brown disks
were hard, and these were something else that Michael knew he needed to taste.
He slowed the kiss down, swallowing the cries that Shane made.
“Shh,
hun,” he crooned to Shane. “I’m not leaving you. I really need to play with
those pretty nips of yours.”
Shane
was whimpering and squirming around as much as he could, trying to get closer
to Michael.
As
he slowly moved his mouth down over Shane’s chin, he found out that his Adam’s
apple was another hot spot for the man. Michael spent a couple minutes licking
and sucking on that. He then moved down a bit more and started to nibble on
Shane’s collar bone.
The
sounds that Shane made were better than any porn, and had Michael close to
climax. Knowing he needed to hurry this along, or it would be over before it
started, Michael went directly for Shane’s left nipple, immediately sucking on
it hard. When Shane let out a small scream, that had Michael pulling back,
worried he’d hurt him.
“Oh,
sweet baby jesus, more, please dear god, more,” Shane kept babbling, begging
for more.
Michael
grinned and got back to the joy of Shane. He was looking forward to the years
he would get to spend with this man, mapping every hot spot on his body. His
own personal playground.
While
Michael continued to lave the attention on Shane’s chest, he was surprised when
his hair was suddenly yanked.
Shane
was passing him the lube and condom. “Get me ready and fuck me, now!” he
practically growled at Michael.
Michael
sat up and grabbed the condom. His fingers trembled as he ripped open the
package and gingerly—but quickly—rolled it down his cock. He was too close as
it was.
Looking
down at Shane’s body, he zeroed his gaze in on the proud dick waiting for him
to feast on it. Pulling his eyes up to Shane. “Later, I’m going to suck your
cock until you come down my throat.”.
Hearing
Shane whimper was music to Michael’s ears.
He
opened the cap to the lube, and then poured out a good amount on his fingers.
He wasn’t a small man, and had no intention of hurting Shane. He never wanted
to cause his love a moment of pain.
Michael
paused. His love?
Yes,
yes he was.
With
a huge grin on his face, Michael moved down between Shane’s legs. He grabbed a
pillow to put under Shane’s ass, and draped Shane’s legs over his thighs,
taking extra care with his broken leg. Getting a good dollop of lube on his
fingers, he slowly rubbed them over the pink star he wanted in.
“Michael!”
Shane cried out. “Oh god, I can feel what you are doing. More, put it in me. I
need to feel you.”
Listening
to Shane beg was ramping up Michael’s desire, but he knew he had to go slow.
Since Shane had never had a lover before he had to make sure he was properly
stretched, and he refused to cause him any further pain, only pleasure.
Reaching
his other hand out, he took Shane’s cock in hand and slowly started to jack him
off. While doing this he gently began to work a finger into Shane. When he
finally felt the muscles of Shane’s ass loosen, he added a second finger.
By
the time he was able to move four fingers in and out of Shane's ass, his own
muscles were shaking with tension from holding back. He needed to be in Shane
more than breathing. Making love was his only imperative.
When
he released Shane’s dick and took out his fingers, Shane glared at him. “Fuck
me. Now!”
“No,”
Michael replied. “I’m going to make love to you. I love you, Shane.” As Michael
lined his prick up with Shane’s ass, he looked up to stare into the man's
twinkling eyes. “I love you and will for the rest of our lives. You are it for
me.”
“I
love you, too.” As tears gathered in Shane’s eyes, he ordered Michael. “Now,
make love to me.”
Michael
slowly pushed himself into Shane’s welcoming body, the heat surrounding him was
indescribable. Every time he had to pull back, all he could do was push back in
as soon as possible. This was a haven that he never wanted to leave. He leaned
forward to rest his upper body on his arms, and brought their mouths together
again.
As
they breathed into each other, it felt as if their souls were bonding. Michael
was grateful that he waited for this man. Shane was everything to him, his best
friend, his lover, and his soul mate.
The
give and take of their bodies as they moved soon had Michael feel the
tightening of his balls, letting him know that the end was close, and he needed
to make sure that Shane found his pleasure first. He reached between their
bodies to grab Shane’s cock and ran his hand up and down, matching the pace of
their lovemaking.
Michael bent to
whisper in his ear, “Come for me, my love.”
~~@~~
I’ve been an
avid reader for as long as I can remember. I still remember one of the first
books I read, it was the Bobbsey Twins. As I got older, I moved into the more
interesting books, but some of the typo’s made me nuts! So, after contacting
writers I started a career of where I began editing, beta reading and brainstorming.
After being harassed for a couple of years by some of the writers, I gave in
and have now begun to write.
I live in
central Canada with my hubby of over 25 years, 4 kids, and 5 grandkids. We have
a collection of pets, including our guard cat. I love nothing more then curling
up with a good book, or my laptop to work on the next thing that catches the
muse.
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