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Oct 30, 2016 Filed under: free story, historical, m/m Tags: alexander hamilton, bisexual romance, gay historical, hamilton musical, historical romance, john laurens, lams
Perfect Alignment (Thorne and Dash 3) will be out on November 15. My next project is a historical m/m set during the American Revolution. My love for the musical, Hamilton, inspired me to read more about Alexander Hamilton and Revolutionary America. To put myself in the mood for writing a historical I’ve written a short, sexy fic to share with you. For those of you who don’t know, there is historical evidence to suggest that Alexander Hamilton was bisexual and he had a relationship with fellow Continental Army officer, John Laurens. Read more about it here.
*Warning: This story contains one of America’s founding fathers getting some seriously NSFW attention.*
John sat up and stared across the room. Alexander was seated at the desk, writing furiously by the light of a single candle. John had tried to pretend he was asleep. But, every night since he’d arrived at Washington’s headquarters, sharing a bed with Alexander had rendered him unable to sleep. He was preoccupied with fantasies of what would happen if he reached out and touched the man who’d charmed him from the moment they’d met.
He watched Alex, whose red-hair glistened in the soft light. He could almost feel the man’s intensity as he scribbled quickly, pausing only when he had to dip his quill in the inkwell. John’s cock grew hard as he studied Alex. John had always been attracted to men, but he’d never been this obsessed before, this desperate. He’d seen Alex look at him, like he was as filled with lust as John was. Unless, John was wrong and only seeing what he wanted to see. If he spoke of what he wanted, and he’d misjudged, it could prove a deadly mistake. But he couldn’t go on like this; he was slowly going insane.
He rose from the bed and approached Alexander. “Were you unable to sleep?”
Alex looked up at him, his beautiful azure eyes bright. “No. I…” His lips remained parted as his gaze dropped to John’s mouth. John’s heart pounded. He wants this too. He must. No. John shouldn’t risk it.
Finally, Alex licked his lips and said, “I’ve got so much work. If I allow myself to sleep, I’ll never finish.”
John nodded. “I haven’t slept well since I arrived.”
Alex scribbled a few more words, signed his name, and laid his quill down. “Is it hard to get used to being away from home?”
John shook his head. “That’s not it.”
“No?” Was that a hopeful look on Alex’s face?
“I’m all… tense.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but…
“John?” Alex pushed back his chair and stood. He was so close. John wanted to reach out and touch him, but he couldn’t. He should leave, say he had to go take a piss, or something, anything to keep him from making a fool of himself or worse. He didn’t move.
“I like you,” Alex said.
“I do. And I think you like me too. I think that’s why you can’t sleep.”
John nodded. “You’re right.”
Alex reached up and ran the pad of his thumb over John’s lips. “So soft.”
Alex studied him intently. “Do we understand each other?”
“Y-yes.” John thought so anyway. All he really cared about was that Alex was there, touching him. He let his gaze drop. Oh, fuck. Alex’s prick was making his nightshirt stand out. John had been partially erect, but he hardened fully at the sight.
“Kiss me,” Alex said.
John sucked in his breath. Most encounters he’d had with men had been rough, fast. His partners had gone right to fucking or shoving him to his knees to take their pricks in his mouth. Kissing wasn’t part of it. He’d only ever kissed girls, and then he’d had to fake his interest.
When he hesitated, Alex slid a hand into his hair and took charge, sliding his lips over John’s gently, barely touching.
John moaned and gripped Alex’s hips, pulling him closer, needing to touch him.
Alex kissed him harder, and John opened his mouth, letting Alex invade with his tongue. Alex cupped his face, holding him in place, kissing, licking, and nibbling. He seemed willing to do this forever, but John needed more. He gathered the edge of Alex’s nightshirt and started to lift.
Alex pulled away just enough to end the kiss. “Have you done this before?”
John froze, his hands on Alex’s waist, Alex’s skin warming him. “Yes, but not… yes.” He’d almost revealed too much. Something about Alexander made him want to bare his soul, to say he’d never been with a man he liked this much, with someone he might… No, it was much too early for that.
“Good, because I want to fuck you.”
John groaned. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. So you’ve done this too?”
“Mmmhmm,” Alex said as he drew his tongue along John’s neck. John lost himself in pleasure as Alex nudged his nightshirt aside and teased the sensitive skin along his collarbone.
He had the sense it wasn’t the first time Alex had said his name. “Yes?” Alex pulled him close, and his very hard prick pressed against John’s, making him bite his lip to hold in a whimper.
“Come to bed.”
Alex grabbed the candle from the table and John followed him, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Alex sat the candle on the nightstand, looked back, and smiled. “I wanted to be able see you.”
Alex smiled. “Yes. Me too.”
John let Alex pull him onto the bed. He settled between Alex’s legs, heart hammering, cock so hard he was afraid he would disgrace himself by coming before they even began.
Alex opened his legs and John stretched out on top of him, grinding against him, unable to hide his desperation.
Alex tugged on John’s nightshirt. “Off.”
John sat back, pulled off the garment and tossed it to the floor. When he looked down, Alex was watching him, lust darkening his eyes. He reached out and trailed his fingers down John’s chest.
“You too,” John forced the words out around a ragged breath.
“Your shirt. I want… I want to see you too.”
John scrambled back as Alex tried to sit up. Finally Alex was able to get his shirt over his head, and John took in his lean body, pale skin, and his cock, which stood rampant. He wanted to feel it inside him. He wanted all the energy that poured off of Alex focused on him.
“Do you have—”
“Oil. Yes. In my bag,” Alex said.
Thank God. “I’ll get it.”
John couldn’t take his eyes off Alex. His foot caught on the edge of the bed, and he tumbled to the floor. The both laughed with their hands covering their mouths. If someone heard and came to investigate… He glanced toward the door.
“Did you bolt it?”
“I… I’m not sure.” How was Alex’s absent-mindedness so sexy? John was desperate to kiss him again. He wasn’t sure if he could cross the room without tasting Alex first, but he managed somehow. They couldn’t take that kind of risk.
He slid the bolt into place and then dug through Alex’s bag. He found several large tomes on economics and trade but no oil. “How many books do you have in here?”
“A lot.” Alex waved a dismissive hand. “Hurry.”
John’s hand finally closed around the bottle of oil but he almost dropped it when he turned and saw Alex, prick in his hand, stroking it. “Alexxxxx.”
“You’re so beautiful, John. I feel like you’ve consumed me. I can’t look away.” His hand moved faster, and John sucked in his breath. He’d never met anyone so open about how they felt.
John managed to get back on the bed without falling again, but it was a near thing. Alex took the oil from his hand, fumbled the cork loose, spilled some, but finally got enough into his hand to coat his prick.
John licked his lips as he watched. God, he needed this.
“How… how do you want me?”
“Ride me,” Alex demanded.
John straddled him, but before he could figure out the logistics of getting Alex’s cock to his hole, Alex pulled him down.
“Can’t get enough of this,” he murmured before kissing John again. John was lost to the sensations Alex created. They rutted together, cocks sliding along each other.
The taste of Alex, warm, spicy, perfect was driving John wild. He needed to stop, or they might both spend before he ever got Alex inside him. He tried to sit back but Alex held him tight. “Please. Need you. Need your cock.”
Alex moaned. “I want everything: your mouth, your cock, to feel you all over me.”
John sat up and reached behind him taking hold of Alex’s prick. It was so slick with oil that his hand slipped. They both laughed.
“So eager,” Alex said.
“And you’re not?”
“Oh, I am. I want to spread you wide, to know what you look like when you’re stuffed full, to hear the sounds you make.”
“God, Alex, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”
“I’m not going to last anyway,” Alex confessed. “Not this first time. It’s all I’ve thought about for days.”
John groaned as he got the angle right and began to sink down. The stretch was almost too much, but seeing Alex, eyes wide, mouth open, was too incredible, so he didn’t stop. As he sank all the way down, an embarrassing whine escaped him, and heat rushed to his face.
Alex licked his lips. He stuttered twice before words came out, and John wondered if he’d ever been rendered speechless before. He hoped not.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”
John shook his head. The rest of Washington’s aides were in the rooms surrounding them. “The others will hear us.”
“They’re sleeping,” Alex seemed so confident, and John didn’t have the will power to argue.
When Alex was all the way inside him, John paused. Alex gripped his hips. “Don’t make me wait,” he begged.
John fought for air. He didn’t want to deny Alex anything, but he was sure if Alex’s cock dragged over his prostate, he’d come right then.
He tried to draw in a breath. “Need. Air.”
Alex grinned. “No, you need this.” Alex wrapped a hand around John’s cock and stroked.
John started to cry out and bit his lip. He had to stay quiet. If they were caught, they’d be—
Alex stroked him again, and he couldn’t stay still any longer. He rose and then lowered himself, faster and faster, until he was riding Alex so hard the bed was shaking, ropes creaking. He had a second to wonder if the whole bed was going to fall apart. And then he was right there, ready to spend in Alex’s hand.
“I want to watch,” Alex said, obviously knowing how close he was. That was all it took. His seed shot over Alex’s hand and across his chest, the sight forcing another cry from him.
Alex’s eyes went wide, and John leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss, preventing him from shouting and giving them away as Alex pumped out his seed into John’s ass.
When they were both thoroughly spent, John let Alex’s cock slip from his body and rolled to his side.
Alex drew him into his arms, and they settled against each other. “Tell me we can do this again.”
John wanted to say yes. He knew he’d never get enough of this man, but… “It’s dangerous.”
Alex tightened his hold. “I don’t care.”
Was it really that easy for Alex? John had a feeling he always went after what he wanted and always got it. “I… Okay, I don’t either.”
“Good.” Alex kissed the top of his head, and they drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
Apr 16, 2015 Filed under: free story
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Dec 1, 2014 Filed under: contemporary, free story, holiday, m/m, web event
I’m thrilled to be participating in the Flash Fiction Holiday Blog Hop! All stories in the hop are inspired by the picture below and must contain a “bad boy” character and a winter holiday theme. I hope you like my offering. Leave a comment and you’ll be entered to win your choice of any book from my backlist.
“Come on, man. I don’t need any presents okay,” Kyle tried to pull away from Brad’s hug, but Brad just tightened his arms and leaned in, kissing his neck like he didn’t care who saw.
“Everybody deserves presents and you’ve been talking about how much you wished you had a tablet for ages.”
“Yeah, but I don’t expect you to buy me one, okay. If I could find an employer willing to take a chance on a loser with a record I could save up for my own.”
Brad sighed. “I already told you my dad would be willing to vouch for you.”
“I didn’t even mean for your parents to know who I was.”
“I thought we were past that.”
He heard the anger in Brad’s voice, but all he did was huff.
Brad leaned over and reached out for a bottle of sparkly bath salts from a display in front of them. Kyle hadn’t even noticed that he’d wandered into the bath department. He’d simply wanted to get away from the electronics he couldn’t afford.
“How about this then? You surely can’t argue it’s too expensive.”
Kyle didn’t want to laugh, but he couldn’t help himself. Brad managed to ask the question in such a serious voice.
“Only if you plan to use them with me.”
“Now that sounds appropriately kinky.” He let go of Kyle and turned, glancing around the store. “Now where’s the check out.”
“Give me those.” Kyle yanked the bath salts out of his hand and set them back on the display shelf.
Brad laughed. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“If we leave, you’re coming back to my house,” Brad insisted. “I don’t see why you won’t just move in.”
“No… I… I just can’t.”
Brad shook his head. “When are you going to get it?”
“Get what?” Kyle’s face burned from embarrassment. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, but most people seemed too caught up in their holiday shopping to pay attention to anything but the array of goods for sale.
“That I love you.”
Kyle took a step back and nearly knocked over a display of heavily scented lotions. “You what?”
Brad smiled. “I love you. And I don’t care who you used to be. I only care about who you are now.”
“I’m still that guy. I’m still the guy who used to steal anything I thought I could re-sell.”
Brad shook his head.
Kyle stared at him, unable to really comprehend what he’d said. A knot formed in his throat and his eyes stung. Holy fucking fuck! He was a hardened criminal not a crybaby. “I’ve got to get out of here.”
He took off running, only thinking of how he had to get somewhere he could breathe. The tightness in his chest seemed to cut off his air. He raced through the mall and finally came to an exit. He burst through the door, starling an older couple who were coming in.
Once outside, he sat on a bench and gulped the chilly air. So much better, not trapped, not scared. No one had ever told him they loved him. No one. He’d never met his dad, and his mom was more concerned with what he could get for her than taking care of him. Eventually, she disappeared and he was on his own. And he’d been fine like that. Until Brad.
He heard footsteps, and without looking, he knew Brad had found him. Brad would always find him.
“No one ever said that to me.” Kyle still didn’t look up.
Brad sat beside him and laid a hand on his back. “I’m sorry, but it’s how I feel.”
Those words made him turn around. “Don’t apologize. I love you too.” His mouth dropped open after those words came out. He’d meant to say “I don’t need you feeling bad.”
Brad cupped the side of his face and kissed him, a quick gentle kiss but one that heated him from head to toe. “You are all the Christmas present I need. Will you come home with me?”
Kyle took a long, slow breath. “Yeah, I will.”
“Will you let my dad be a reference for you?”
Kyle’s natural stubbornness rose up. He wanted to refuse again, but it was pointless, Brad would eventually wear him down. “Okay.”
Brad grinned. “And that is all the Christmas present I need.”
Kyle gave him a sly grin. “So I should just return the—“
Brad laid a finger over his lips. “Absolutely not. And I’m not making any returns either.”
Kyle narrowed his eyes at Brad.
But brad kissed him again. “Let’s wait a little while to argue more about gifts.”
All Kyle could do was smile. “Fine. Now let’s go home.”
Check out the other blogs in the hop. There are lots of great stories!
Nov 18, 2012 Filed under: contemporary, free story, holiday, m/m
Heat in the Kitchen is a Thanksgiving story that’s hotter than your oven after working overtime on turkey, pies and all those sides. This story appears in Silver Shorts Week 45, and you can download it here. Or you can read it now on my site…..
Heat in the Kitchen by Silvia Violet
“You want me to cook Thanksgiving dinner for your family?”
Allen looked everywhere but at Layton. “Well, yeah. You know what it’s like to suffer through my mother’s cooking, and we already decided not to fly to see your dad, so…”
“The last time your family came to dinner, you gave me a blowjob in the pantry, and I burned the chicken.”
Allen had the decency to blush. “You know how I get when you wear an apron. It brings out the animal in me.”
Layton gave him a hard stare. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”
“I’ll be good.”
Layton sighed. “No, you won’t, but that’s part of what I like about you.”
“So what should I make?”
Allen’s eyes widened. “You’ll do it? For real?”
Layton wanted to strangle him. “I didn’t think I really had a choice.”
“Well, there’s always dry turkey and instant mashed potatoes.”
“Any chance of skipping it all and spending the day in bed?” Layton asked.
Allen smirked. “I’d sure be thankful then, but no, my mom would be hurt if we were in town and didn’t spend the day with her. There’s always the day after Thanksgiving though.”
“All right. I’ll cook, but no interruptions this time. There’s no point in having me make dinner if we’re just going to eat something burned anyway.”
Allen raised two fingers and tried to look innocent. “Scout’s honor.”
Jun 28, 2012 Filed under: book release, contemporary, free story, m/m, men in uniform
Here’s the prompt that inspired me:
After being shunned by his family for coming out, the dark haired guy buys a camper and moves out to a campground to get away from it all. Moving from the suburbs to the woods hasn’t been an easy adjustment, but that all changes when he quickly becomes friends with the hot, tattooed and supposedly straight grounds keeper. The dark haired guy’s survival skills are seriously lacking and his sexy new friend finds that quite humorous. It turns out that both of them have skills worth sharing with each other. Their relationship brings loads of sexual tension. They must have a HEA with no cheating and I’d love a beautiful sex scene, please.
And this is the inspirational photo.
Jun 15, 2012 Filed under: contemporary, free story, m/m
This story is also included in Silver Shorts 20. You can download a copy in various file formats at Silver Publishing.
Mar 16, 2012 Filed under: eye candy, free story, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter, werewolf
This is one of my favorite pictures of Joe. Those arms! This shot inspired my character, Coleman Wilder. He stars in Finding Release which will be available this summer from Silver Publishing. For now, I’ll whet your appetite with a flash fic that takes place after Finding Release.
Birthday Boy by Silvia Violet
Jonah stood in the doorway of the barn watching Cole slide a pitchfork into the straw then chuck it into Snowdrop’s stall. The sight of Cole’s sculpted arms flexing as he worked had Jonah’s cock starting to swell. The white tank he wore and the low light made Cole’s skin look even more bronze than usual. His jeans hung low, nearly revealing the top of his firm ass.
Cole had been doing a lot more of the physical work on the farm during the summer. A few of the hands had moved on, and as desperate as many people were for work, a lot of them refused to work for a gay man especially one that was half werewolf. They’d been short-handed for months which meant Jonah hadn’t gotten as much time with his man as he’d like, but the work sure looked good on Cole.
Jonah licked his lips, wishing he were really there to seduce Cole rather than distract him. He glanced over his shoulder. Billy, the farm foreman, motioned for him to go on. Most of the hands were gathered around the bunkhouse. The cake sat on one of the tables outside, and a few men and women were busy bringing out the feast Jonah had requested for his lover’s birthday.
He breathed in the scent of the fresh straw Cole was spreading in the stalls. It reminded him of the first time he’d made love to Cole, right here, in this very barn. Between the sight of Cole all sweaty from hard work and the memory of what they’d done in one of the stalls, he had to reach down and readjust his now fully hard dick.
Cole leaned the pitch fork against the wall and stretched, reaching his arms above his head, flexing the muscles of his back. Jonah bit his lip to hold in a groan. Then Cole looked over his shoulder and grinned impishly. He’d known Jonah was there, probably smelled him as he walked toward the barn. Did he smell the cake too?
“Showing off for me?” Jonah asked.
Cole grinned. “Maybe. Will it get me what I want?”
Cole looked him up and down, staring pointedly at the bulge in his pants. “Come here.” His low voice was full of command.
Jonah walked, keeping his pace slow.
Cole growled. He was in a fierce mood. And a rough go with him was exactly what Jonah wanted for lunch. Maybe he should just tell the men to eat the cake themselves.
As soon as Jonah was in arm’s reach, Cole yanked him against his chest. His eyes were dark with lust. “You want me to fuck you right here on the straw, don’t you?”
Jonah could hardly breathe. “Yes.”
Cole slide his lips along Jonah’s neck and nipped at the tender skin. “I love the way your dirty minds works.”
Jonah nodded. “Mmmhmm.”
Cole kissed him, and he forgot all about birthdays and cake and lunches. His tongue tangled with Cole’s, and he pushed his hands under Cole’s tank top, sliding them over the sweaty muscles of his back.
Cole pushed one of his hands between them and cupped Jonah’s cock. Jonah arched into him. He didn’t want to wait. He wanted to fuck right now.
“Cole, you in here?” Billy called from just outside the barn.
Cole pulled away from Jonah’s lips long enough to yell. “No!”
“We need you out here.”
Jonah fought the lust clouding his brain. They had to stop. He pushed at Cole’s chest, trying to break his hold. “You should see what he wants.”
Cole shook his head. “Later.”
“Cole, I need to talk to you now,” Billy hollered.
Cole let Jonah go. He scowled toward the door. “This better be good.”
Jonah grinned. “It is.”
Cole narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t?”
Jonah’s cheeks heated. He looked down at the floor.
“I told you not to make a fuss.”
“Just go out there.”
Cole grabbed Jonah’s hand and strode toward the door. Jonah had to jog to keep up. When the stepped outside, a shout of “Happy Birthday” went up from the gathered crowd.
Cole smiled graciously and color rose to his cheeks. Shep, one of hands Cole had known for years, carried the cake toward him. “Happy Birthday, Boss!”
Cole’s appreciation shown on his face. Jonah had been right to ignore his request for a quiet birthday. Cole squeezed Jonah’s hand as he blew the out the candles and everyone started to sing.
Later when most of the men and women were settled at the tables, tucking into a hearty lunch of barbeque and all the best fixin’s, Jonah leaned against a tree and watched, glad his plans had gone over smoothly. Cole came up behind him and pulled Jonah into his arms. He nuzzled Jonah’s neck. “You’re gonna pay for tricking me.”
Jonah laughed. “You love this.”
“I enjoy being with people I care about and seeing all of them happy, but you disobeyed me.”
Jonah shivered. “Then by all mean, you should punish me.”
“When I get you alone. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the week.”
Jonah was in the mood to tease though he knew his ass would pay for it later. “I thought the birthday boy got the spanking.”
Cole growled. Jonah could feel the vibration against his back. He sank into his lover’s arms, warm and content. Even when Cole was grouchy, he was the sexiest man Jonah had ever met. “I’ve got another surprise that you’ll like better.”
“You, naked and obedient?”
Jonah laughed. “We’ve got the rest of the day off, and no one’s allowed in the house unless there’s an emergency.”
Cole groaned and tightened his hold on Jonah. His hard cock pressed into Jonah’s back. He traced the outer edge of Jonah’s ear with his tongue. “It’s going to be a long, rough afternoon.”
Jonah sighed. “I’m counting on it.”
Mar 14, 2012 Filed under: eye candy, free story
I’m posting Joe in honor of this Friday’s Joe-inspired flash fiction day. For more details, go here.
Mar 12, 2012 Filed under: eye candy, free story, web event
This is Joe Manganiello. He plays Alcide on True Blood. Isn’t he HOT? I think so. I also think he’s inspiring. Oh the fantasies he stirs up…..mmmm…..oh where was I? Right. Inspiring. Along with inspiring naughty day dreams, he also inspires stories and characters including werewolf cowboy Coleman Wilder, one of the heroes of my upcoming book, Finding Release.
This Friday (March 16) Poppy Dennison and I are hosting a flash fiction blog hop inspired by Joe. If you’d like to join in, write a shot original (not fan fic) piece based on a picture of Joe and post it on your blog. All the rules and info you need as well as more pics can be found here on the Facebook Event page.
This is going to be so fun!
Feb 24, 2012 Filed under: Bear Talk, bears, D/s, erotica, eye candy, free story, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter, web event
The Bear Talk Blog Tour is next week. Oh the furry fun we will have! But to whet you appetite, I’m sharing a free story starring Seth and Brandon from Paws on Me. Click here to read what naughty things happen when Brandon wants to hibernate and Seth lures him out of bed with bacon.
I originally wrote this story for the Coffee and Porn blog birthday bash. You can find more free stories there.