Beneath that, in a lazy scrawl, was the addendum Mr Acklebury, be so good as to wait on me tomorrow, number 10, Half Moon Street. Yours, &c., Penrith. Mr Acklebury was not sure how he felt about being thus summarily commanded to paint his lordship's portrait.Words:233014 completeArt by owzers

    All I ever wanted was for him to get to know me and maybe, just maybe, something could grow? But I guess I blew it already, given the dirty looks he sends me…Photo Description: The photo is of a man in his early twenties. Naked from the waist up, his dark hair is damp and tangled and his olive skin mud-splattered. With dark, dark eyes, perfect full lips and a defined, smooth chest, he is truly beautiful— but there is something haunting about him. His brooding gaze, trained on something just behind the photographer, shows determination… and maybe just a little bit of sorrow.This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love’s Landscapes" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story. This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.

    These two have been best friends since forever to hear them tell it. The blonde has been in love with the dark headed one since as long as he can remember. The dark headed one has only recently become open to the idea of a relationship with his bestfriend because he's tired of denying himself what he wants most in life. How did they meet, what's happened to them, what does everyone think? This is a story line that has been done many times over, so is there any way that you can put a twist on this or give it some new and fresh take so it's not the "same-ol-same-ol"? Anyone up for a challenge? ;o)Just so you know... I REALLY REALLY like angst.Photo Description: Two naked, muscular men stand front to back, mostly facing the viewer. The tattooed man in front has his eyes closed and his head tilted back onto his lover's left shoulder. From behind, the other leans his head around to nibble on an ear, hands splayed over his lover's stomach.This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Hot Summer Days" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.Read the story here or find it in Don't Read in the Closet, Volume 1.__________Genre: contemporary Tags: gay m/m, friends to lovers, tattoosWord Count: 8,663

    He passed before he was able to able to finish it and a friend (Adam Phillips) continued it in his honor.Words 183,078

    Sin is the mysterious lead singer of the hard rock band Chains whose allure into a very violent, edgy, and erotic life style is one Matt can not entirely refuse. Dark and driven by a cruel obsession neither man can understand or try to deny… there is no option but to indulge.Note: Indulgence is a free online fiction and listed on Goodreads with permission from its author. You can find it here:IndulgenceStatus: CompleteWord count: approx. 278,306

    Coming out and coming of age in the days of AIDS, MTV, Reaganomics, and Just Say No. Daron Marks is a young guitar player with a dream, make it big like the guys he grew up idolizing in New Jersey--or at least escape his dysfunctional family. He makes it as far as music school in Rhode Island, and the stages of Boston beckon. But it's hard to succeed from the closet.

    Friends who joke a little too personally, sit a little too closely, hug for a little too long, stare a little too intimitely, touch a little too often and care a little too much. Right. Just friends.

    Allen is a prince taught in the arts of diplomacy and politics but not fighting. The high king is a warrior and his dead lover was his first general. He does not want anyone who cannot wield a sword as well and only fight with words. That’s just not someone that he wants to help him raise his children. So when Allen is presented before him, the high king does not chose him to be his next consort. What is a rejected consort to do? Allen cannot return home, since he was sent to cement a treaty between his kingdom and the one of the high king. The army is hiring and Allen asks to be a part of the next expedition, to train to be a warrior and tries to forget the king, who rejected him, without knowing him. Can those two come to together and find love? Photo Description: A young man with short, messy, dark brown hair and gray eyes. He's wearing chain mail, and has not been able to shave for a couple of days. He is handsome, almost pretty, but wears a somber expression. He looks as though he is weighed down by his thoughts, or troubled by something he can see off in the distance.This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love is Always Write" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.Read the story here or find it in Love Is Always Write: Volume 4.Expanded version of this story has been released and can be found here.

    Well, that wasn't quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.Word count: 81,714 - CompleteTags: Holmes/Watson, Watson/Others, Mild Kink, Porn Watching, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Het and Slash, Double Penetration, Dirty Talk, Threesome - F/M/M, Threesome - F/F/M, Sex Club, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Rimming, cheeking, Mild Angst, UST, Anal Sex, Anal Play

    Imagine a modern society parallel to our own where impoverished peasants are legally permitted to sell their children into slavery starting at age 15. The upper class households in this world demonstrate their wealth by buying the best of everything - including people.Jesse is a strong-minded "pleasure slave" who wants to escape across the border to freedom with his fellow slave and lover. In order to accomplish this goal, he is going to need to learn about cooperation and trust from the "slave breakers". Note: This book originally appeared as posts on LiveJournal and still contains some editing notes. The text is sexually explicit (including m/m and polyamorous situations) and is intended for adult readers.

    "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court."Merlin (BBC) Canon AU, 24,773 Words

    It is a spin-off from Special Forces and spans the years 1998 to 2011. Both Hooch and Matt were created by Marquesate as secondary characters in the epic Special Forces (© 2006-2009), but they took on a life of their own.

    Over the past few years he's traveled and worked whatever job he could find where ever the winds had taken him and for the most part he's enjoyed his new outlook on life.Until one damp day he happens to see an advertisement for what sounds to be a very odd job and it makes him curious enough that he checks it out, just wanting to know what it was.That stumbles him into a job like none he'd ever could have imagined and maybe, just maybe, will end his wanderlust and show him his place in the world... of course... his grumpy, troublesome, drop dead sexy new boss could have something to do with that too!

    Reagan is president, The Cosby Show is the most popular show on television and the radio blares Shout incessantly. At the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, Mike Ross spills some acid on himself in a lab and is rescued by football star Joe Lassiter. What ensues is funny, touching, realistic and riveting reading.Warning: there is a violent rape scene in this book (not between the main characters).

    And maybe, like, actually literally a dream when he starts breathing fire.Words: 10006 complete