Nothing went right with that job. My ship got damaged on the landing, there is nothing but jungle out here and I have no idea where the thing I’m looking for could even be and now I have apparently found the natives too. I so don’t need any more distractions but he sure knows how to get persuasive with those hairs of his.Photo Description: In the background there are cryogenic-containers with shadowy figures inside. In the forefront is a large, muscular blue male with a headful of very long, slender tentacles ending in cockheads. He is holding a brown-haired, sculpted human man whom he’s having sex with. The man’s shirt is torn, the remnants held in place by a shoulder holster. A firearm is in his right hand, as if he’s expecting someone to walk in on them.This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love is an Open Road" 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.

    From the moment they both discovered their love for fire at the age of ten, it’s been one competition after another. They went from setting neighborhood trashcans ablaze to award-winning chemistry experiments at Georgia IT. Besting each other has been their life’s mission, until their obsession got out of control and almost cost them their careers.Now outcasted from Hollywood, two of the world’s best pyrotechnician engineers are back home where it all started, and the city is not equipped for the heat they can bring. But, when Wesley comes to Law with a plan that can put them back on top again, Law is shocked to find that his nemesis means for the two of them to work… together.Big. Damn. Mistake. No multiple pairings. Ends with a very, very HFN. This is the short introduction of two, new characters that are about to make a very explosive appearance in Atlanta, and of course, attract the attention of a certain narcotics task force. While God has enough troublemakers on his team, he’s thinking the two rebellious chemists with their own agenda, might prove to be beneficial while he and his partner Day prepare to battle a meth war.

    Truly. But that marriage comes with a 6’3” catch: my new stepbrother, Ryan. Annoyingly good at sports, more popular in five seconds than I’ve managed in four years and...fine, sexy. Sexy as hell, in fact.Too bad we can’t spend more than a minute in close proximity without being at each other’s throats--and not in the fun way.When he begs me to write a paper for him on the night of a big game, it’s only brotherly to help him out, right? So of course I agree...in return for a favor.That’s when things start to get interesting...