Title: A Pink Present for Puppy
Authors: Denise Kendrick and RD Solange
Website: www.slightlyslashy.com

Copyright © 2008 All Rights Reserved

Kane Litten pulled a t-shirt over his bare chest as he made his way down the stairs to the lower level of the house.

Being a stay at home artist had its perks. He could pretty much do his own thing, when and how he wanted. Hence his having taken an hour long nap in the middle of the day for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

Kane strode into the airy kitchen, scratching at one broad shoulder as he took a peek outside the window. The expected snow storm hadn’t started yet, and with any luck it would miss them completely. Not that there was anything wrong with being snowed in, mind you. His lips curled in a secretive smile as he fetched a glass of water. Nothing wrong with that at all.

Though, knowing his lover, Tristan would probably walk to work if he couldn’t drive. Kane rolled his eyes. The gallery where he showed his work was a full half hour’s drive into town, but Tristan could get to work in a minute and a half. In fact, they rented the rambling converted farmhouse they lived in from Tristan’s employer and his wife, known affectionately between them as Professor and Mrs. Professor.

No, snow would probably not keep Tristan from leaving the house, but Kane would have a good time haunting him all the way to the lab.

Tristan had been working too much as it was and with Kane often going into the gallery in the evenings, their sex life had taken a hit. That was why this afternoon was so important. It would be Tristan’s first afternoon off in close to a month. A fact that Kane was going to take full advantage of.
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Stripping Conventions
by Jade Buchanan

James nervously smoothed a palm down his chest, peering out through the split in the curtain. He hadn’t exactly wanted to come here, but he didn’t have much of a choice. It was his and his sister’s twenty-fifth birthday, and she was bound and determined that they spend it together.

Sure, like going to the male strippers with his twin sister was going to be a ton of fun. He’d rather claw his eyes out. Well, technically, he’d rather be here by himself without his sister, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Unfortunately, no one had thought to tell her that men weren’t allowed in the main room. So instead of being down with his sister and all her girlfriends, James was stuck up here. In a room full of cranky men. Great. He bet none of these guys were gay. Wasn’t it just his luck?

At least the rest of the night had been fun. He’d never really hung out with Cynthia and her friends before, at least not since elementary school. They just had different tastes. James preferred sports so he’d hung out with the jocks in school. Cynthia was really more into arts. She’d played clarinet in the marching band all through high school and the majority of her friends were band geeks. Not that he’d ever say that to her, though. She’d try to beat the hell out of him if he even hinted the word geek.

Hell, at least she’d gone to all his football games in high school. If she hadn’t been forced to be there in order to play at halftime, she’d never have gone.

By the time they reached university, they didn’t exactly fit in with each other’s groups. James was getting his Kinesiology degree, and Cynthia had gone into Economics. Once again, they just gravitated to different areas. James had his own group of friends and Cyn had hers.
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So I’ll start the ball rolling with a little m/m smut. I hope you enjoy Jason and Ryan. I did.

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©2007 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Jason froze just inside of the doorway. What the hell?

The door clicked shut behind him.

Ahead of him, Ryan entered the narrow room and tossed his backpack onto the bed against the wall on the right. He spun to sit heavily next to it, immediately turning to open the mini-refrigerator that doubled as a nightstand. He took out a Coke. “You want one? Hey, what’s wrong?”

Jason blinked at him, then blinked back at… it. “What’s that?”

Ryan glanced at the thing sitting between the bed and the desk, then grinned. “A chair.”

“It’s pink.”

Ryan opened the can. “Yeah.”

“It’s got a…” Jason swallowed. “Is that what I think it is?”

“You mean the dildo? Yeah.” He took a drink. (more…)