Sunday, February 28, 2016

Flashfic from Clare London: She knows what this card player's holding

DOPE
© Clare London

“So, what have you got?”

Drew blinked at me over the top of his cards. Pretty, thick lashes. Wide eyes with that sparkle in the corner like a cartoon character. “I don’t think I’m meant to tell you, Charlie. Even I remember that much about the rules.”

I smirked. He loved to play the dopey twink. “I just meant, what are you gonna play next?”

The wide eyes narrowed. “You mean, what card?”

“Yeah.”

He frowned. It looked just as cute on him as a smile, his mouth plumped into a pout rather than a grin. “I can’t decide.”

I bit back a sigh. Sometimes the dopey twink seemed more than a role. “The suspense is killing me here. You take minutes for every bloody move.”

Drew’s eyes were back on mine. Bright; concentrated. Much as that made my mouth go dry and my briefs turn a size smaller, I’d rather he got on with the bloody game.

“You said to be careful. To think each move through.”

Jesus. “Yeah, but also to finish the game before Tuesday.”

“That’s sarcasm. The lowest form of wit, you said.” He stuck out his tongue at me. Quickly, glisteningly, like a small, sexy snake tasting the air. Then he moistened his lips.


Did I say a size smaller? More like two. “Okay. I didn’t expect you to pay that much attention to what I say, I suppose.”

That frown again. He’d lifted his cards so I could only see upwards of the bridge of his nose. A cute nose. Sexy wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Fine hair tousled over his forehead. “You think I’m stupid.”

“No, I don’t.”

“That I can’t manage a sophisticated card game. That you’re so much brainier than I am, because you went to college, you can tell me what to do all the time.”

Oh shit. “No! Of course not.”

He grinned suddenly, startling me. “Gotcha.” And while I was still reeling, he laid a card carefully on the duvet. A King. “That’s my trick, I believe?” He cleared his throat. “Yet another one. I think you’ll find…”

“You’ve won.” I sounded morose.

He laughed. “Yes. That makes three times in a row, Charlie. You’re a good teacher.”

I caught the glint in his eye. “You’re a devious student, more like.”

He laid down the rest of the cards and wriggled closer. The mattress dipped beneath us. The sheets were cool under my bare legs as I shifted toward him. He nestled his mouth against my neck and I shivered. He had strong hands; a solid, muscled torso. Hairs that tickled my thighs when I spread around him.

“Honey,” he breathed. “I’ve been playing cards since before you took your first beer.”

“I just meant—”

“Hush.”

His hand was inside the waistband of my briefs. I was pretty sure they were coming off, and soon. Though that could only be good for genital circulation, right?

“Lay back, Charlie. Now it’s my turn to teach my twinky dope some things.”

“Your—?” My protest was weak. “Come on, I’m only—“

“Eleven years younger?” His smile wasn’t just cute. It was knowing. Mature. Slyly triumphant.
“Let me win this trick, Charlie. Let me win you.”

I lay back, letting him tug off the last piece of my clothing.

Foregone conclusion.

I’d never been any bloody good at strip card games.

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Mmm, Clare London has done it again with a flash fic.  Now that you've had a taste, take a big bite! Clare's latest release, Smack Happy, is available now.

A Valentines Day short story

Phiz can’t always control his hyperactivity and propensity for chaos. But he no longer has to feel marginalised because of it, not now he has Bryan for a friend and lover. Bryan’s calm, ordered attitude is the perfect foil for Phiz: and Bryan’s private desire for kink is just what Phiz needs to keep him grounded. This Valentine’s Day, Phiz wants to give Bryan a special gift, but Bryan can’t be tempted away from his work. At least, not until he opens Phiz’s gift and realises love means… taking time away to play.



WITH A KICK SERIES
Bryan and Phiz first met in the book “Slap and Tickle”, one of a series of romance novellas based around the alcoholic ice cream shop in Soho called With A Kick. A joint-authored project with Sue Brown, each story has a self-contained romance, and follows the history of the shop throughout.


The WITH A KICK series:
#1 A Twist and Two Balls – Clare London
#2 Hissed as a Newt – Sue Brown
#3 Slap and Tickle – Clare London
#4 Bells and Balls – Sue Brown
#5 Pluck and Play – Clare London
#6 Nice and Snow – Clare London
#7 Smack Happy – Clare London

All details and BUY links here: http://www.clarelondon.com/series/with-a-kick/

Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.


She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters. 
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Thank you, Clare!


2 comments:

  1. Ooh, that was so.o. 'teasingly, yet sensually'written.



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  2. Ooh, that was so.o. 'teasingly, yet sensually'written.



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