Kevin's Stories vol 01

Kevin’s Stories Vol. 1 Kevin’s Interlude Kevin’s Independence Holiday

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Kevin’s Stories, Vol. 1 Copyright © June 2011 by Shawn Lane Cover Art © by Ava March All rights are reserved. No part of this work may be sold, manipulated, or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not construed to be real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely incidental.

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Kevin’s Interlude Car Wash Series by Shawn Lane

Some work days were just harder than others and this particular day had been one of the more difficult ones in recent memory. Nothing went right and the high profile divorce case he’d been working on kept getting uglier by the hour. By the time Michael parked the Maserati in the garage, though, his mood improved immensely. The door between the house and the garage opened with a bang and Kevin came running in to greet him. “It’s about time!” Kevin exclaimed as Michael exited the car. His husband launched himself so hard at Michael he nearly knocked him off his feet. His dark, cherry-streaked hair was wild and mussed, but his eyeliner and lip gloss were done with an expert hand. Michael laughed and closed his arms around Kevin, who was now planting kisses all over his face. “Happy to see me?” “Duh.” Kevin practically crawled up his body. His arms wrapped around Michael’s neck as he pulled him down into a deep kiss. “Mmm. Strawberry,” Michael murmured. His cock hardened, pressing against his briefs. He wondered if there’d be time for a quickie before dinner. “Come on.” Kevin grabbed his hand and led him through the door and into the house. He took Michael’s briefcase out of his hand and left it just inside the door. “No way are you doing anything with that other than taking it right back to work with you in the morning.”

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“Kevin.” “I’m serious. No work.” He linked their fingers and led Michael through the dining room and into the kitchen. Kevin gestured with a tip of his head toward the island. Michael noticed a small tube of lube sitting there. “Remember our first time?” Michael grinned and reached up to loosen his tie. “I’m not likely to forget it. Every single time I’ve had you is forever etched into my brain.” Kevin’s fingers closed over the tie and pulled him close. “Well, get ready to remember this time then too.” His pulse racing, his lips covered Kevin’s, his tongue pushing against the seam of his husband’s lips. His hands slide down Kevin’s body to cup his firm, rounded ass. Lifting him slightly, Michael set him on the edge of the island. When his tongue met Kevin’s he tasted a mixture of vanilla ice cream and iced tea. Without breaking the kiss, Kevin seized the hem of his blue and green striped t-shirt and pushed it up to under his arms, exposing his creamy white flesh to Michael’s eager hands. Damn, the man was hot. He spread his fingers across Kevin’s abs, kneading his way up to the peach colored nipples. Kevin shook beneath him and pressed closer. Unfortunately to get the shirt off completely he’d have to stop devouring Kevin’s lips. He broke the kiss and yanked the offending garment over Kevin’s head and tossing who knew where. His mouth covered Kevin’s once more, crushing, almost brutal. Kevin whimpered and sucked Michael’s tongue in deep, sucking to the point it hurt. He knew Kevin liked it that way, but his gentle squeeze to one of his lover’s cheeks made Kevin ease up. Kevin tugged off Michael’s tie and then went to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. He pushed Kevin down on the island to take matter into his own hands and quickly discarded his shirt before turning to yank off Kevin’s Vans. “Hurry,” Kevin pleaded, lifting up slightly to push his jeans down his hips. He was so slim he didn’t even need to undo them.

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desperate Kevin was the sexiest thing ever. He pulled off his lovers jeans and briefs in seconds flat, leaving his gaze to eat up the sight of a naked and very aroused Kevin. Kevin’s hand closed over his hard cock, stroking it, his gaze on Michael. His finger dipping down to tease his hole. Michael unfastened his trousers and dropped them to his feet, not bothering to fully step out of them. He watched as Kevin picked up the lube and sloshed a generous amount over his fingers. Once more his fingers slid down to his entrance, a single slicked digit pushing in. His mouth dry, he pushed his boxers down to his knees and gripped his erection, rubbing the pre-cum in even as he watched his husband prepare himself. Michael’s whole body shivered with desire and anticipation. When Kevin slipped a second finger inside, Michael couldn’t wait any longer. He took a step closer to the island and scooped up the lube, generously slicking his cock. “Ready, hon?” “Oh, yeah,” Kevin assured him. Michael gripped Kevin’s ass and yanked him to the edge of the island and pushed in slowly, deeply past the ring of muscle and all the way in, balls deep. He didn’t immediately move, but stay still, absorbing the sheer pleasure of being inside Kevin. Mine. “Michael.” The soft, pleading moan was his undoing. His hands spread over his husband’s thighs and he began to pump slow and deep, penetrating thoroughly with each careful thrust. Kevin stroked his cock with one hand while the other rolled his balls between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes were closed, his face flushed pink, and his breathing labored. It was always this intense with them. Michael supposed it always would be. It might be hopelessly romantic and sentimental but loving Kevin as much as he did really did make the sex the most fantastic he’d ever had.

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Michael joined his hand with Kevin’s and worked his lover’s erection. Kevin’s eyed popped open wide, the pupils dilated. Cum squirted onto Kevin’s stomach as he gasped out his release. “Love you,” Michael groaned, thrusting hard and fast through his own orgasm, spilling inside his lover. A short time later, he eased out and helped Kevin to sit up, pulling him into his arms and against him, holding close. “You’re so amazing.” Kevin laughed. “Yeah.” Michael grinned. “Terribly modest too.” He glanced around the uncluttered, spotless kitchen. Well, other than the island, of course. “What’s for dinner? I’m starved.” “Mmm. I thought we’d go to that Italian place where we had our first date.” “Antonio’s?” “Yep.” Kevin hopped down. “So get dressed, babe.” “Wait. Is this some kind of anniversary? Because if it is, I’m sorry I forgot. I swear I’ll make it up to you,” Michael promised. He bent down to pull up his pants. Kevin laughed. “Chill, Michael. No anniversary. I just think it would be cool.” He batted his eyelashes. “Please.” “Like I’d ever say no to you about anything. Just let me take a few minutes to clean up.” They took Kevin’s little sedan to Antonio’s rather than the Maserati, but Michael still drove. He handed the keys to the valet and followed Kevin inside. The maître d' greeted them instantly. “Ah, wonderful to see you. Your table is ready.” “Our table—” “This way.” Kevin grabbed his arm and tugged him past the entrance and into the heart of the restaurant. “Surprise!” A large group of people yelled as soon as they walked in.

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people from his firm, other friends, and even Gabby and her sons from the car wash. Stunned and more than a little overwhelmed he turned to Kevin. “What the hell?’’ “It’s your surprise birthday party.” Michael felt himself grin. “But my birthday is next week.” “I know.” Kevin threw his arms around him. “But I wanted you to be surprised.” “I definitely am. Even my brother? How did you get him down here?” Kevin shrugged. “I might have threatened to throw a small tantrum.” Michael kissed him. “I love you.” “I love you, too. Happy birthday. Now go and enjoy your party.”

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Kevin’s Independence Holiday Car Wash Series by Shawn Lane

“You’re awfully quiet over here.” Kevin Bennett approached the corner of his backyard where his friend, Noah Riggins, sat sipping a beer in an Adirondack chair. Wearing jean shorts and a white t-shirt splashed with glittery fireworks, he plopped down in the cushy, flowered lawn chair he’d brought over with him. “Anything wrong?” Noah smiled and shook his head, his gaze steady on the laughing crowd of people under the patio and splashing in the pool. “Nah, just thinking.” Kevin raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his Bahama Mama through a pink straw. “That could be dangerous. You’re not having trouble with Charlie, are you?” “No, he’s always on his best behavior since he’s convinced all my friends hate him.” He laughed. “Well, honestly, at first I didn’t think much of him.” Noah nodded and shifted in the chair. “I know. The slycat days.” “Yep. You were so miserable you went out with me.” Kevin laughed again, his eyes straying briefly to Michael across the yard. His husband had a captive audience of his parents and their friends that came with them to their summer pool party. They appeared to be hanging on his every word. “You even danced with that guy…oh, lord, what was his name?” “Minstrel.” Noah grinned and finished his beer. “What an idiot. ‘My name is Minstrel. Let me make your body sing.’ Worse pick up line ever.” “What is with these men and their fake names? Raphael.”

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Christmas.” “No, thank God. Hon, the further he stays away from me, the better. I don’t know what I ever saw in him.” “Well, he did have a big dick,” Noah reminded him. “There is that. Getting back to Charlie, I didn’t like the way he hurt you. You were so into him.” Kevin shook his head at the memories. Back then he had a bit of a crush on Noah and resented Charlie even more. “I know. But everything worked out for the best, don’t you think? You do like him now, right?” Noah sounded so worried, Kevin answered right away rather than teasing him. “I love him, Noah. I think he’s fantastic. The two of you are so perfect.” Noah smiled, reached over and squeezed his hand. “Thanks. I feel the same about you and Michael.” “We’ve always been perfect for each other. It just took him longer to figure it out than it did me.” Kevin sighed. “Twelve years old and just figuring out I was gay and I had to fall for Danny’s brother. God, I can’t tell you how many times, even then, I tried to get his attention. Just a dumb kid.” “What was he then? Eighteen?” Yup.” Kevin hitched his legs up onto the chair and wrapped his arms around his knees. “His family used to have parties like this and I’d totally be gawking at him in his swim trunks. One time he wanted a soda and I practically broke his mother’s arm trying to take it from her so I could give it to him.” “Man, you did have it bad.” “You don’t know the half of it, hon. So, there he was sitting in a chair under an umbrella, minding his own business, and here comes this idiotic preteen. I tripped over my own two feet and spilled the soda all over him.”

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Noah laughed. “Oh, my God, I would have loved to see that.” “I about died of embarrassment. It’s no wonder it took me until I was fifteen to swear my undying love to him.” Kevin winced, the old teenaged pain rearing its head for a second. He sighed. “Enough about me. Why are you thinking here anti-social like?” “Okay, I’ll go mingle. I think I see Charlie looking uncomfortable talking to your neighbor anyway.” Noah rose from the chair. He tilted his head toward Kevin’s drink. “Need another one?” “I’m good, thanks.” Kevin watched Noah head for Charlie and leaned back in his lounge chair, closing his eyes for just a second. He opened one eye when he felt a familiar hand on his bare knee. “Hey.” Michael smiled from the chair just vacated by Noah. “Hey, yourself. You look tired.” “I am. When do you suppose they’ll all leave?” “Getting tired of playing the host with the most?” Kevin sighed. “A little.” “Is this the time I get to remind you this shindig was your idea?” He raised an eyebrow at him. “No.” Michael chuckled. “Anyway, it’s the 4th, no one will leave for hours. They’ll stay for the fireworks.” He finished his drink and set it down on the cement next to his chair. “Remember last 4th?” “Of course. I asked you to marry me.” “Best day of my life. Or one of them anyway.” Kevin got up from the lounge and sat across Michael’s lap instead. His husband didn’t seem to mind, he wrapped his arms around Kevin’s middle. “Noah and I were talking.” “Uh-oh. Should I be worried?” “Nah. I was thinking about when I spilled the soda on you.”

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Shawn Lane Michael frowned. “You did? When?” “You were eighteen.” “Oh. Sweetheart, I can barely remember last week, let alone then,” Michael teased. “I was such a geek.” He rolled his eyes. “No wonder you didn’t want me.” “We’re not going through that again, are we?” “No.” Kevin leaned his head on Michael’s shoulder. “’Cause I have you now.” Michael kissed his forehead. “You definitely do. So, what else were you guys talking

about?” “I don’t know. He seemed kinda depressed.” “Trouble in paradise?” “He said no.” Kevin shook his head. “Far be it from me to interfere.” Michael made a sort of strangled laugh sound. Kevin pulled back and glared at him. “Have you got something to say, Michael?” “No, of course not, angel.” Kevin’s lips twitched. “I thought not.” He snuggled into Michael again. “If you ever had a problem with me, you’d say so, right?” Michael’s arms tightened around him. “I’ll never have a problem with you, sweetheart. I worship you.” “I know, but if you did, you would, right?” “Yes, and I would expect the same of you.” Kevin laughed. “I don’t think you’d have to worry about me telling you if I had a problem with you.” “Yeah, you’re not exactly shy.” “This is nice, but I guess I should go make sure everyone is happy.”

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Michael sighed against his hair. “Just a few more minutes.” “I love you, you know,” Kevin whispered. “More than anything in the world.” “I know, I love you, too. I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.” He smiled and reluctantly straightened. “What happened to the sparkle?” Michael frowned. “Sparkle?” “I put gold glitter in your hair. Did you wash it out?” Michael attempted to look innocent. “Of course not.” “You did so! That’s it.” He stood up and tugged on Michael’s hand until he too was standing. “Come with me. I’ll fix you.” “How?” “I’ve got red, white and blue glitter, too. I’m going to douse you with it.”

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About the Author Shawn Lane writes erotic gay romances and believes love and passion know no boundaries. Happily Ever After is for everyone. She lives in California and holds down a boring day job in a legal department of a giant corporation dreaming of the nights and weekends when she can create new stories. Shawn loves to hear from readers, is happy to answer any questions, and has been known to send free books to fans just because. Visit her on the Web at http://www.authorshawnlane.com/ or at her blog at http://smlgr8.blogspot.com/

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