Friday, August 4, 2017

Several new stories and updates!

There are several new stories and story updates!

JL has posted up to 4 chapters on her wonderful Fairy Tales story.  You can read her stories at JL's Junction.

Zillah has posted a couple of new stories including a new threesome!  Read them at her blog Zillah's Reading Corner

Carol joined in on Tarabeth's Tea Room Challenge in Fishing with Cricket

Ken and Jess wanted to join in on Tarabeth's Tea Room July Challenge.  They go Fishing

Friday, July 21, 2017

Challenge Response FIC: Fishing with Cricket (Never Again)



Tarabeth issued a Fishing Challenge on The Tea Room.   This is Carrol's response!

Title: Fishing with Cricket (Never Again)
Characters: Les/Elan


“Hey, you guys want to go fishing with us?” Bob asked out of the blue,

“Yeah,” Élan said

“No,” Les told him.

“Why not? You love fishing,” Bob told him.  It wasn't like Les to not want to go fishing.

Élan looked down at his feet, a blush leaped his to his cheeks,

“Should I tell them?” Les asked.

Élan shrugged his shoulders.

“It was the first summer we were together as a couple not yet married,” Les started.

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Les just looked at his lover and then shook his head. He waded out into the lake to retrieve the pole yet again.  Picking it up out of the shallow end part of the water he walked back to the shore line.

“Ok Cricket one more time,” Les said and fixed the pole to get cast again, “You grip it here, sling it back like this and let it fly but hold onto the end,” Les told him.

“You cast it for me,” Cricket told him.

“Part of the fun in fishing is seeing how far you can cast,” Les told him

“Ok but don’t yell at me if I toss the pole again,” Élan told him.

“I’ll try my best not to,” Les told him. 

Élan did what Les showed him and Les clapped his hands.

“I did it.” Élan said with a smile and little hope.

“Yes you did but let see if we can get it past the rocks next time, “ Les told him.

“Hey, you said cast it; you didn’t say how far.” Élan said pulling on the line, he felt a tug, “What the hell,” His pole bent a little and the line went tight.

“Jerk it,” Les told him.

Élan jerked it back.

“Now bring it in slowly,” Les told him going over to the edge of the rocks. “Faster” Les said going to the edge of the rocks he grabbed the line and pulled up a fish, a pretty big fish, matter of fact a very large fish, Les turn and looked over his shoulder at Élan  “First-time luck,” Les said and showed Élan the fish.

Élan jump up and down and clapped his hands with the pole under his arm.

“I got one! I got one,” Élan chanted.

“Yap you sure did,” Les told him and brought the fish up to the shore and grabbed his filleting knife.

“What are you doing?” Élan asked.

“I’m going to clean it so we can eat it,” Les told him.

“Let it go,” Élan told him.

“Why it’s a good size fish,” Les told him,

“Let it go please,” Élan begged him,

“Cricket it’s a two-foot long fat rainbow trout it will feed the both of us,” Les told him.

“Oh, baby please don’t,” Les asked when he saw his lover blue eyes well up with tears. Les turn around and put the fish back into the water, it stayed where it was for a few minutes, “I think it’s dead already” Les told him, he picked up the fish he hoped he was able to clean it now that it was dead.  He turned to see Élan standing with the small camping shovel, “No oh come on,” Les begged.

“Ash to ashes dust to dust, may your next life be better than your first” Élan said as Les dumped the last of the dirt over the fish.  “Thank you, sweetie,” Élan said with a smile,

“Anything for my Cricket” Les told him he looked down at the hole and shook his head.

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Bob was rolling by the time the story was over with laughter, so hard he could not breathe his chest hurt, his lungs hurt and when he took a deep breath it sounded like a jack ass bray.

 “It’s not that funny,” Élan stomped his foot 

“Yes, it is,” Bob told him.


End

If you'd like to read more of Elan and Les you can here: Les and Elan



Sunday, June 25, 2017

More Updates!


Escape from the real world and visit FairyLand and Gliese!

The amazing JL has added Chapter Two to her FairyTales story!  You can read it here: Chapter Two

When I go hiking my muse always starts chattering away to me!  I've started a new page of pictures that make my muse talk to me.  You can view it here:  Gliese Pictures





Sunday, June 18, 2017

New Stories!

JL has started a whimsical series called Fairy Tales.  This is a FairyLand series that has just started.  Chapter One is up here: Fairy Tales

Zillah Jones is continuing her series of Quint/Theo; Zain/Seb; and a new threesome which I absolutely adore, Myrick/Cameron/Platt.  You can go to her reading corner here: Zillah's Reading Corner

I have finished Blessings Home in Chapter 5.  You can read the final chapter here: Blessings Home Chapter 5

Happy Reading!

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Catch Up

Zillah Jones has been writing and posting on her blog, Zillah's Reading Corner.  Her latest arc is Back to School!

If you've not had a chance to read this great series, you can do so here:  http://www.zillahsreadingcorner.com/back-to-school-ring-the-bell-ch16/



Enjoy!

Dizzy





Monday, May 8, 2017

FIC: Mastery at Writing



Title: Mastery at Writing.

Characters: Les and Elan


“What?” Élan yelled



“You heard me,” Les told him.



“You want me to write lines because I called my brother a moron” Élan asked.



“Yes a hundred of them neatly, so I can read them.” Les told him.



“My writing is awful.” Élan whined at him.



“Then take your time. As long as you get them done before we go to bed, you won’t get spank.” Les looked at the clock “you have five hours.”Les said and placed the pen and pad on the table in front of his husband. Les has been trying to get Élan to stop calling his siblings names. He also knew his brat of a husband didn’t like to write so he hoped to shout maybe having him write lines might help him to think before he does it again.



‘What happens if you can’t read them?” Élan asked.



“You rewrite the ones that I can’t. So I’d number them if I was you.” Les told him.

Élan sat at the table and looked at the note pad,



"My P.A. does this kind of things for me." Élan told his husband and stood up Les looked at his husband in disbelief.



"Do you know what my belt does?" Les asked.



"Whoa, no need to go all Toppy on me" Élan said and sat back down he looked at the note pad.



“Calling your sibling names is not only degrading them it degrades you.”



Les heard a small growl from his husband. He looked at the clock it was now just three, so he figured Élan might have half down by dinner. At fifteen to four Les came in Élan still sat at the table his head resting on his fist, the pen moved slowly across the paper. Les didn’t say anything he washed up and started to cook dinner.



“You want help.” Élan asked.



“Nope you have a punishment to do.” Les told him as he made two hamburgers with homemade fries. It took Les about a half hour make dinner. He fixed their plates setting one down in front of his husband he picked up the pad and moved it to the counter; he didn’t even look at them.



“Are you going to read them?” Élan asked.



“When they are finished.” Les told him. Élan let out a frustrating growl. “Sorry” he said when Les raised his eyebrows at him. Dinner was over by six. Élan tried his best to get to help with the dishes all it got him was a stinging swat to the backside. He rubbed the sting out of his backside and sat back down with the pen and pad.



“DADDY I"M FINISHED." Élan yelled out in a childish voice knowing Les was just on the other side of the kitchen wall. Les glanced at his watch it was just now a little before nine he pressed his lips together to keep from laughing.



“Bring them here, little boy.” Les told him it didn’t take long for him to heard the chair scrapping across the tile floor, which sounded like finger nails on a chalk board to Les. He pressed his lip together to keep from laughing when he heard his husband shuffling feet across the room. Élan handed him the pad, Les looked at each one and smile.



“Congrats you don’t have to rewrite any. “Les told him.



“You mean I have mastery in writing.” Élan asked with a smile.



“This time you do.” Les said and pulled Élan down to onto his lap. “What did you learn with this?” Les asked.



“Not to call my sibling names, in front of you.” Élan said with a sassy grin. Les looked up at the ceiling and shook his head in disbelief. “That I not suppose to call my sibling names because it’s not right and it hurtful.” Élan told him knowing fool well that the first one was the wrong answer.



“Good cause the next time, not only will you have double the lines you will do it on a very sore ass.” Les said patting his husband hip. Élan laid his head on his husband chest.



“My hand hurts, kiss it.” Élan said holding up his right hand.



“I rather kiss something else.” Les told him. Élan smiled and got up.



“You lock up,” Élan said running up the stairs.



end

FIC: Lies



Title: Lies.

Characters: Elan and Les





Élan sat at the old wooden desk in the small home office, he laid his head back on the chair he could feel the pounding coming, he felt the blood vain on the left side, “Not now,” he said, as he dug through the drew he found a bottle of Migraine pills he keeps hidden, grabbing his drink he down two of them just a light rap on the door, to him it sounded like thunder in a canyon.



“Yes,” Élan tried to keep his voice low so Les would not catch on.



“You got everything you need,” Les asked, standing just inside the door way.



“Yeah, this should only take an about an hour.” Élan told him No I want you to hold me make it go away,’ Élan thought as he looked at his husband.



“Dark in here you want me to open the curtain some?” Les asked as he came in the



“Shit he knows, Élan thought he only sits in a dark room, when he head hurts, “I’ll get,” Élan told him.



“No that ok, you’ve got the meeting to start” Les said and open the curtain just little, Élan tried not to squint when the sun came in, even thought it was just a light ray of sun shine, right now it felt like he was staring at the sun.



“I’m headed to the store; I should be home by the time its over.” Les told him, Élan nodded his head, Les bent his head down and kissed Élan bye. “If you are lying to me I tan your hide.” Les warned him.



Élan gave him weak smile.



Élan let out the breath he was holding when he heard the light click of the door shutting behind Les, he laid his head back and waited for the other person or people where ready to start Skype meeting.



“Mr. Buckmen,” The lady said Élan jump a mile with the sudden loudness, he open his eyes to see a woman sitting at her desk.



“Miss. Gunn” Élan said with a smile. Soon six more people came onto the screen, Élan greeting each one with a smile,



“I like to thank all of you for attending on such a short notice and on a weekend, but due unexpected matter, it was the only date I have open.” Miss, Gunn told all of them, some was not too happy but got over it, “I promise you this should not take too long,” She told them.



Half hour later Élan was almost in tears his head was pounding like a base drum with jet engines going off ever few seconds, He about ready to given in an tell his clients to do what they wanted just to get the damn meeting over with. Élan laid his head back and explain once again why they should not buy into this business.



“Well I see this meeting was a waste of time, since Mr. Buckmen is set in his ways” Miss Gunn told everyone.



“Well I see his point,” Mr. Greenwood said.



“Well I don’t” She snapped which made Élan winced in pain ne put his head in his hand to keep it from falling off.



“Élan are you alright.” Someone asked.



“No, I getting a hell of a migraine and I like for a certain person to realize I’m not tossing money into a black hole like this project,” Élan finally snap. “I call this meeting over,” Élan said and closed the program shut off the computer then went over and curled up into the old leather chair of his grand moms and covered his body with the old quilt that was there.



Les come home to a quite house; he put the stuff on the counter and walked down the hall to the office the closer he got to the door the louder the sobbing got. He shook his head and walked in to see his husband curled up crying, Les scoped him up and kiss his forehead.



“Oh Cricket, “Les whispered and pick him up, he carried his husband up the stairs and into the small room, where he always goes when he gets one this bad. Les gently stripped his husband down to his underpants, help him in his sleep t-shirt that he stole from Less the first night Les stayed at the house, then went to go find what was needed.



Élan felt the coolness of the swab and then the gently prick of the injection he winced a little when the medication burn a little as it went in. He felt the calloused hand gently rubbed the injection site. He then felt the bed, dip when Les lay down beside him,



“Cricket I’m going tans your ass red for this.” Les told him his husband, and then kiss the side of his head.



“I’m sorry I thought it would go away.” Élan told him as he rolled over and buried his face into Les shirt. He grabbed a hold of Les like a safety line, “Don’t go please.” Élan begged him.



“Not until I know you’re asleep.” Les told him gently stroking Élan back.



After Élan was fast asleep, Les slipped out of his husband clutches, and went to make his lunch he knew his Cricket would not be eat, since the medication makes his stomach upset. Les headed out to do some light work in the shop, he flipped on the speaker by the door, and the other part was always on in the dark room.



Les climbed out of the shower and peaked in on Élan who was still curled up in a ball asleep, he pulled on his pair of sleep pants and t-shirt slipped on a pair of flip flops and headed out, he head down to Buster and got a plate of wings to go, and some clam chowder for Élan. When he got home he locked up and headed back to his husband, he put the food on the side of the bed and sat down beside his husband.



“Cricket, you need to eat,” Les told him and then help him seat up, he with his back against the wall and his husband between his legs, he then picked up the bowl and put the spoon to Élan mouth. “Sip” Les ordered Élan turn his head at first but Les put his chin on the top of Élan head to stop him. “Eat,” Les barked at him. Élan sip the soup. Les was please that his Cricket was able to eat most of it. He put the bowl down and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, and held him tight in his arms; Élan bent his head up and kiss Les on the chin. Les held up one of the wings to Élan, at first he turned his head, away but Les touched his lip to the sweat and sour wing, Élan took a small bite “ smiled when the put the bone in the to go tray and picked up another one, soon the soup was gone and so was the wings.



“Thank you,” Élan said.



“For what,” Les asked kissing his husband on the cheek.



“For taking care of me and not kill me.” Élan told him.



‘Of course I’ll take care of you just like you do me when I’m sick, as for killing you , later when your better.” Les said with a smile. Élan groan and turns his body a little Les moved his legs so it cradled around Élan backside.



Les picked up Élan and laid him in there bed, as soon as he was in bed Élan curled up around his small arm across his chest as soon as Les felt Élan head on his arm he slipped his arm down and around his husbands back he patted the bottom in his hand, he turned his head and kissed the top of the blond head in his arm. Les turned off the bed lamps and snuggled with his husband.



The next day around ten Les heard a noise he walked into the living room to see his husband tip toeing out.



“Where do you think you are going?” Les asked Élan jumped a mile when Les spoke. He turns to face his husband with smile.



“To the office,” Élan told him,



"On a sunday." Les asked and then shook his head he snapped his finger and pointed in front of him, Élan dropped his shoes



“Oh maaaan” Élan said as he shuffled over to his husband, Les tried his best not to smile , but his Cricket looked like a young teen that just got told he couldn’t borrow the car.



“You were trying to sneak out cause you know I’m going to spank you for lying to me.” Les told him.



“How did I lie,” Élan whinned he could hear it in his own voice, and he knew it sounded childish, but hell he had to try. Les just gave him ‘oh really’ look.



“Not only did you lie to me you looked right into my eyes and lied to my face.” Les told him



“You would have made me cancel the meeting, “Élan told him.



Les turned his husband toward the stairs and gave him a swat to the seat to get him to move,



“No I would of stayed home” Les said as they walked up the stairs, “Cricket I’ve told you before your health is important and a migraine is part of your health, if I had know,” Les stop and open the bedroom door they walked in and Les shut the door, they both walked over to the bed, Les sat down, and pulled Élan between his legs. “I would of gave you your medication, and stayed with you while you had your meeting, and stepped in when it got to bad for you to think.” Les told him he batted Élan hands away when he tried to stop Les from undoing his pants, Les gave the pants a quick tug and pulled them down to Crickets ankles. “Step out.” Les ordered Élan lifted his feet one by one and step out of the fallen pants, he then shove them under the bed with is foot. Les took Élan hand and pulled him over his lap, making sure his chest was on the bed and his mid drift was over the one leg, then he locked Élan legs with is other one. Les then slip down his husband briefs. “This is the second one you didn’t tell me about since we’ve been married; I DON’T (swat) want there to be a third. Understand.” Les asked resting his hand on his husband’s ass.



“Oww, yes, damn Les not so hard.” Élan cried out. Even thought the swat got harder as they punishment went Élan did his best not to cry he twisted and turn trying to get his bottom way from the hard hand. Les lifted his leg a little and brought his hand down hard on the sit spot. “OWWW,” Élan cried out and started to cry, Les felt the smaller body give in and stop fighting he reached under his pillow and pulled out a leather slipper he bought it down hard,



“You do not lie to me.” Les punctuated each word with a swat.



“Oww, please stop Les, Oww,” Élan yelled after each swat. Les tossed the slipper behind him and scooped up his husband up and held him tight to him making sure his battered butt didn’t touch anything; Les laid back moved around so he was face down on his husband body. Les whispers reassurance words to his husband.



“I think I’m the only C.E.O slash millionaire that still gets spanked” Élan whispers,



“Cause you the only C.E.O slash Millionaire that is married to me.” Les told him Élan looked up at him and smile.



“I better be.” Élan told him he sifted his body and found his Husbands lip. Les rolled over to his side taking Élan with him, Élan moved his leg and drapped it over his husbands hips. He broke the kiss and snuggled close to his husband body.



“Sorry I lied to you.” Élan told him.



“Just don’t do it again” Les told him.



“What you smack me with anyway.” Élan asked trying to see what was behind his husband.



“A C.E.O swatter” Les said with a smile. Élan rolled his eyes.





End