Flash Fiction Monday – I’ve Got You



I’ve Got You

Cara felt dizzy as she closed the door of the house she’d lived in her whole life.  “So that went …”

“Yeah.”  Ellie sounded as dazed as Cara felt.  “We really …”

“Holy shit.  They know.  Everyone knows now.”

“Yeah.”  Ellie’s face brightened with a grin and she squeezed Cara’s hand.  “They know about us now, Cara, and they’re okay with it.”

Cara stared at her girlfriend as the nervous tension that had been building inside her for weeks finally loosened and let go of its stranglehold.  “My mom and stepdad, your parents, our brothers they’re all fine with it.  With us.”

The relieved laugh burst out of her before she could stop it.  Ellie joined in, tears streaming down her face too and it wasn’t until she let out a hiccup that Cara realized she was actually crying. “What’s wrong?” Cara wiped away the smeared mascara under Ellie’s eyes with her free hand.

“I just … I was afraid my mom might not be okay with me being in love with you but she was great.   Really, really great and I just … I’m kinda overwhelmed.”

Cara pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to Ellie’s lips.  “It’s okay,” she said when she drew back.  “I’ve got you.”



I was glad to get back to writing a flash fic this week.  I’m still overwhelmed by my To Do list but I had a spark of inspiration when I saw this pic and took the time to write it.

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Flash Fiction Monday – No Story

I’m afraid this week I had to skip doing a flash fic.  I’m up to my ears in research and writing and my brain just wasn’t feeling up to the task.

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Flash Fiction Monday – Hitched

Week Eight


Notes: This week I decided to revisit Van and Bobby from a previous week’s flash fic. 


The sight of Van in well-worn jeans and chaps never failed to made Bobby weak in the knees, so when he suggested they take a few days to camp out under the stars and check the fence on the far west side of the ranch, Bobby didn’t stop to wonder why.  He should have, but he was too distracted trying to get those jeans open and taste Van to really stop and think.

Van had taken to ranch life surprisingly well in the year and a half since he moved in with Bobby.  There was the incident with the cow shit that Bobby refused to let him live down and another one with a snake in his sleeping bag that had him screamin’ like a four-year-old, but overall, he’d done quite well transitioning from a city slicker to a country boy.

A long day in the saddle still made Van cranky as hell, but he was gettin’ there.

Now here they were at the end of their first day out and as Bobby slid down from Sadie’s back to make camp, Van bitched and moaned about his sore ass.  “Then why the hell did you suggest this camping trip?” he grumbled.

Van went silent and Bobby rolled his eyes as he grabbed Sadie’s reins.  He turned and saw Van down on one knee, with Amigo’s reins in one hand.  He blinked stupidly, dazzled by the sunset in his eyes and Van doin’ something Bobby never expected to see.

“What do you say?” Van asked, his smile nearly as blinding as the sun.

“This is why you wanted to come out here?” Bobby asked.

“I believe I promised to make an honest man of you, so I thought it was about time I made good on that promise.”

“You’re happy here on the ranch?” Sometimes it worried Bobby that Van had given up too much for him.  They took trips into the city when they could, but Van swore up and down that he was enjoying the country life.  Bobby wasn’t sure how he’d cope if Van ever changed his mind.

“I am.”  Van grinned.  “I’ll take all the shit and snakes in the world if it means I’m with you.”

Bobby’s bark of a laugh made Sadie jerk and shy back.  He patted her.  “Easy, girl.”

“Come on, Bobby, don’t leave me hangin’ like this,” Van said softly.  A flicker of worry crossed his face.  Bobby took a step toward him and Van took his hand.  “What do you say, Pardner, wanna hitch your wagon to mine?”

“Not if you keep talkin’ like that.” Chuckling, Bobby leaned in to kiss him. “But yeah, I’ll marry you.”

He pulled Van up and into his arms, kissing with a ferocious hunger that belied their exhaustion after a hard day’s ride.  “I hope your ass isn’t too sore from a day in the saddle,” he murmured against Van’s lips.

“Not too sore for you.”

Soft, grass scented lips nuzzled the back of Bobby’s neck and he jerked, feeling Sadie’s slobber slide down his neck.  “Damn it, we’ve gotta take of the horses first,” he muttered, pushing her muzzle away.  “Sure you want to marry a rancher?” he grumbled as Van reached for Amigo’s discarded reins.


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Flash Fiction Monday – Lights, Camera, Valentine’s Day?


Lights, Camera, Valentine’s Day?

Boyce sat up as he mimed taking a bite of the chocolate covered strawberry offered by the guy straddling him.  Shoots like this were always tedious and the Valentine’s Day vomit around him didn’t help.  Silk rose petals, a cheesy stuffed bear, and more tacky decorations than he could shake … well, his dick at.  Gross.  Who the fuck made Valentine’s Day porn anyway?  Well, he knew who made it—apparently he did, when offered enough money—but who the fuck watched it? Barf.

Still, the paycheck was nothing to sneer at.  Boyce dutifully ran his tongue along the tip of the strawberry and tried to look sexy.  Jamison leaned in and kissed Boyce, working his way from Boyce’s lips to his ear.  “At least try to look like you’re into this,” he hissed.  “I don’t want to be here either, but the faster we get this over the faster we can go home.”

It took about twelve seconds for Boyce to process that and decide Jamison was a hell of a lot smarter than he looked.  He could work with someone who wasn’t eating up this fake romance crap any more than he was.

He threw himself into the scene and, hours later, when his whole body ached and he was covered in lube and sweat, Jamison’s words kept him going.  Right until the very end when the director finally called out “cut” and he and Jamison finally trudged to the showers to clean up.

“Well, we’re not out as early as I’d hoped,” Jamison said a while later as he lathered his underarms with the surprisingly unsexy choice of Irish Spring soap.  “But thanks for playing along, Boyce.”

“No prob.”  He soaped his balls and glanced up at the guy in the shower next to him.  “It’s, uh, Brad, actually.”

“No shit?”  Jamison grinned.  “Mine’s Melvin.”

He snorted.  “Melvin? No wonder you changed it.”

“It’s a family name.”  Melvin turned off the shower.

“Shit, sorry.”  Brad rinsed and did the same.

“It’s cool.  Not sexy enough for porn but my friends call me Mel.  So can you.” His grin was crooked.  “After all, your dick’s been in my ass …”

Brad grinned back and toweled off.  “There is that.”

The made small talk as they dressed and it wasn’t until they were on the sidewalk in front of the studio that Brad remembered to thank him.  “Really couldn’t have made it through this without your encouragement.  I owe you.”

“How about a date as repayment?” Jamison—no, Melvin—replied.

“I’d like that.”

Three hours later when they reluctantly left the restaurant, Mel turned to Bradley.  “Wanna come home with me tonight?”

“Not sure my ass is up to it.”

“I was thinking maybe we’d just sleep.”

“Sounds good.” Brad took his hand and felt a new fondness for Valentine’s Day.  If things with Mel were still going well in a couple of months when it rolled around, he might even splurge on some chocolate covered strawberries and feed them to Mel.  Without the cameras rolling.  And no stuffed bears anywhere.



I’ve had this picture for quite a while now (long before Helena asked me if I wanted to write flash fics with her) and the whole time I knew there had to be more to the explosion of Valentine’s Day decorations.  I liked the idea of one of the guys being rather anti-Valentine’s Day and just playing along for the cameras.  Hope you enjoyed it!

We have several new authors joining us this week, so be sure to visit the Facebook group and look for the links to all of the stories there!

And be sure to come back next Monday for the next round of flash fics.  I can’t wait to see you there!




Flash Fiction Monday – Bouncing Back

Week Five

Bouncing Back

The house sat—vacant and alone—for many years.  The roof sagged, the paint peeled, and the house lost hope.

It slumbered until the rumble of low voices awoke it.  It creaked and groaned as the men inspected it, caught snippets of words like “great bones” and “so much potential.”  It was afraid to hope, but one day the men moved in.  The work was endless and the house shuddered as its roof was replaced and the floors were resanded.  But there was happiness in the house too, murmured “I love you’s” and once a “will you marry me?”.

The work brought the house back to life as the couple lovingly painted the siding white and planted flowers.  The house settled in for a long spell of contentment but it was broken by the loud screech of a very small person.  Alarmed, it watched the small one, unsure of what it was doing.  The scribbles on the wall tickled and the constant screeching made its timbers shudder.

One afternoon, when the sunlight glazed its windows gold and the birds hopped in the branches outside, the house felt something strange beside it.  It looked like a house, but was brightly colored and tethered to the ground like a balloon.

“Hello?” The white house said.

“Oh, hi,” the brightly-colored house replied.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m a bounce house.  Here for a party. “

“There’s a party?”

“Yes. Don’t you see the streamers and balloons?”

Soon both houses were swarming with guests.  The house shuddered at the cacophony of sounds.  The smallest people seemed to make the most noise.

But then all of them disappeared into the bounce house and soon the white house was empty.  It felt a pang of loneliness as the little ones shrieked and squealed and the big people clapped and took pictures.

Even the three people who lived in the white house had abandoned it for the bounce house.  What if they never came back? The white house liked the men and the small girl they’d brought home.  Despite the sticky messes and the loud noises, it missed the laughter and the patter of little feet on its stairs.

It thought of the long, lonely abandoned years and the faucets began to trickle with sorrow.

Then a door slammed and small feet returned to the stairs.  The house felt little fingers brush its walls and it felt contentment again.

“You’re lucky.  You have a great family,” the multi-colored house said, a little wistful as the people moved from the bounce back into the white sided home.

“A what?”

“People who live with you and take care of you. I don’t have that.”

The white house considered that for a moment.  “Yes, I do.”

Later, as the house quieted and the family settled in for the night, it thought about the three people living in it and decided that the bounce house was right.  It was lucky.

“You could come visit again,” it told the bounce house.

“Maybe next year,” the little multi-colored house offered.

This week’s pic prompt was from Theo and let me tell you, it was a challenge.  I enjoyed it though and I’m quite pleased with the way it turned out. Something a little bit different than the usual. Check out Helena’s blog for her story and this week Jaycee did one as well!  So much fun.

Don’t forget to come back next Monday for the next round of flash fics.

Flash Fiction Monday – A Roll in the … Straw?


A Roll in the … Straw?

Bobby let the screen door slam behind him as he strode toward the horse barn.  Where in the hell was Van?  His college roommate was visiting the ranch, and when he arrived Bobby was overseeing a calf’s delivery, so they hadn’t had time for a proper hello.  Thankfully the birth had progressed quickly.

Now showered and shaved, Bobby was apprehensive about seeing his friend.  It had been five years since Bobby called things off between them. Bobby had been tired of the closeted life Van led and he’d reached his limit on furtive sex.  He wanted a partner and Van wasn’t ready.  To his surprise, three months ago, Van sent him a succinct email saying, “I’m out.”

Bobby congratulated him and left it at that and they’d hardly spoken since. Out of the blue, Van called Bobby to ask if he could visit.  He said yes, of course, but now he wondered if he’d made a mistake.  What if Van was here to tell him he’d met someone?  Why else would Van have come out after being closeted all these years?

Bobby’s steps slowed as he entered the horse barn.

“Van?” he called out.

“Back here,” Van replied from the back of the barn, and Bobby cursed the fact that his heart skipped a beat at the sound.

He peered into the stall with his mare Sadie, and her colt, Rudy, but Van was nowhere to be found.  Confused, Bobby walked to the next one and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight.  The door was open and Van was in there all right, stark naked except for a strategically placed bit of straw over his junk and a white Stetson on his head.  He grinned, giving Bobby that wide, crooked grin that made him feel as wobbly as a newborn calf.

“Miss me?”

The hat came off and Van spread his arms wide as if inviting Bobby to stare.  And stare he did at the long, lean muscles he’d loved to lick.

Bobby’s voice was hoarse.  “What in the hell are you doin’ Van?”

“Care for a roll in the hay?”

“It’s straw, and you know that.” Bobby leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms.  “Answer my question.”

“You told me you wanted me to make an honest man of you.”

“I never said that.”

“Oh, then maybe that’s what I want.”

Bobby felt like he’d just been kicked in the chest by a mule. Leave it to Van to tell Bobby how he felt with a dramatic gesture. “No shit?”

“No.  Now come here and kiss me.”

“You assume a lot.”

“Yeah, I know, but am I wrong?”

“No.” Bobby dropped to his knees and leaned in to kiss Van, drinking him in thirstily. “I do have a bed you know,” he whispered against Van’s lips.

“Yeah, but I always wanted to try this.” Van reached for a saddle blanket, tossing it on the straw. “You in?”

“Yeah, I’m in.”


This week the pic prompt was mine and it was funnnnn to write.  Check out Helena’s blog for her story.

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Flash Fiction Monday – The Bet

Week Three

 The Bet

“I won!” Reuben crowed as he pulled on his underwear.  “HA! In your face, Cliff, I won!”

Cliff doubled over, laughing.  “I can’t believe you streaked through the neighborhood naked.  You’re an idiot.”

“Fuck you, man.” Reuben smacked his best friend’s chest while their buddies Nick and Kevin laughed.

Nick rolled his eyes.  “This is the dumbest bet ever.  You guys are like twelve-year-olds.  C’mon, Kevin, let’s go.  We have dates, unlike you losers.”

Shivering, Reuben shot him the finger.  Maybe streaking in thirty-five-degree weather was dumb, but there wasn’t any snow on the ground.  And he had his reasons.  He shrugged into the remainder of his clothes as his two friends left, off to chase whatever tail was available in their hometown the weekend after Thanksgiving.  Which was to say not much, but they were eternal optimists.  He glanced at Cliff out of the corner of his eye as he tied his shoes.  Reuben liked to think he was an optimist too, but he was probably pathetic.

“Are you freezing?” Cliff asked.

Reuben nodded, sheepish.  “Pretty much.”

Cliff snorted and turned his back to Reuben.  “Come on.  Hop on, we’ll get this ridiculous bet over and head to the diner for hot chocolate and pie.”

“Awesome,” Reuben said, but he didn’t step forward.  All he had to do was hop on Cliff’s back to complete what was admittedly a ridiculous bet they’d made, but he hesitated.  He hadn’t been caught streaking, so Cliff owed him a piggyback ride across the entire park.  It was what he’d wanted, a chance to be close to Cliff without seeming like he was perving over his best friend.  Cliff was fine with Reuben being gay, but he wasn’t sure how he’d feel if he knew Reuben had been crushing on him for five fucking years.

“Come on, Rube,” Cliff coaxed.  “Hop on.”

Cliff crouched and with an agile hop, Reuben landed on his friend’s back, wrapping his legs around Cliff’s waist. Cliff shifted, gripping his legs, and took off at a jog.

“Onward noble steed,” Reuben joked, unable to suppress the wide grin on his face.

“I’m not your fucking horse.” Cliff groused.

Reuben winced at the jarring ride crushing his balls, but it was worth it to have his arms around his best friend.  Sure they hugged, but they were manly-back pounding hugs and the occasional tight squeeze. They never lingered.

Cliff staggered to a stop as he reached the gazebo lit with red Christmas lights.  “Dude, I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack.  Gotta stop for a minute.” Unceremoniously, he dumped Reuben on his feet and turned.  Reuben staggered and Cliff caught him by the elbow.  For a moment, they were face to face, lips inches apart, and then Cliff let out this weird, strangled sounding noise and leaned in, pressing his lips to Reuben’s. Cliff was going to have some explaining to do, but for now, Reuben was going to enjoy this.

Best. Bet. Ever, Reuben thought, kissing him back.


Allison provided the pic prompt this week.  I struggled to come up with a story at first, but I enjoyed the challenge and I’m quite pleased with the way it turned out.  Check out Helena’s blog for her story.

Be sure to come back next Monday for the next round of flash fics.  I can’t wait to see you there!




Flash Fiction Monday – Tangled

Week Two



“C’mon Jesse, let’s walk the dogs!” Vincent chirped, his tone alarmingly cheerful for someone who’d only had five hours of sleep.

Jesse buried his head against the pillow with a groan.  “Too tired.”

“It’s the first day in months we’ve had off at the same time.  I wanna spend the day together.”

“Let’s spend it in bed.”  His words were muffled by the fabric.

Vincent ripped back the covers.  “Tasha and Blanche need to be walked.”

Jesse howled into the pillows before sitting up and glaring at the black lab mix and Dalmatian who sat beside the bed wagging their tails.  “Fine.”

He reached for shorts, blinking away exhaustion.  Neither of them got much sleep these days.  He worked two part-time jobs, and Vincent had recently picked up a third.  As is, they barely scraped by and he’d swear the two dogs Vincent had begged to adopt six months ago ate half their grocery budget.

As Jesse followed Vincent’s skinny ass as he bounced down the stairs of their fifth floor walk-up—the dogs eagerly yanking him forward—Jesse admitted that there wasn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t do for Vincent. Even get out of bed on his only day off to walk two dogs he loved but had never wanted. But if Jesse’s life had been rough growing up, Vincent’s had been a thousand times worse and he carried the physical and emotional scars to prove it.

How fate had managed to put them in the same line at the homeless shelter, Jesse would never know.  But five years and umpteen jobs later, they’d managed to claw their way out of the kind of hell the hipsters walking by with their intentionally sloppy clothes and seven dollar lattes could never dream of.

A little apartment to call their own, two dogs, and love were all Vincent had dreamed about. Jesse couldn’t make up for Vincent’s past so he worked himself to the bone to give him a good future.  Jesse and Vincent had cobbled together a pretty damn good life.

Out in the sunshine, the dogs prancing ahead, Jesse smiled at the happiness on Vincent’s face.

“You’re quiet,” Vincent said, reining Blanche in as the spotted dog strained to go faster.

“Sorry.  Just thinking about how happy I am.  I never thought we’d get to this point.  But you … you always had faith we would.”

Vincent stopped and the dogs turned back to stare at him with questioning brown eyes.  “I had faith in you.  In us.”

Jesse swallowed past the lump in his throat and pressed Vincent back against the ornate metal and concrete fence that circled the park.

He vaguely heard someone mutter a disapproving comment but he tuned it out when he heard them continue on.  He kissed Vincent, gripping the sides of his shirt as he deepened it.  What did Jesse care what anyone else thought about them?  He had everything he needed.

Even Blanche and Tasha he thought with a resigned sigh as the dogs tangled around their legs.

When I first glanced at the picture I saw the guys and dogs and it wasn’t until quite a bit later that I noticed the people in the background.  I could have gone several directions with this story, but I decided to go with my initial idea and briefly mention them but not make them the focus of the story.

As always, thanks to Helena for letting me join her and be sure to check out her blog for her story.  I am thoroughly enjoying doing this.

Be sure to come back next Monday for the next round of flash fics.  I can’t wait to see you there!




Flash Fiction Monday – Testing the Mattress



Testing the Mattress

Jack walked out of the old mansion, loosening his bow tie. Newly single, he felt vaguely irritated as he looked around the reception hall filled with laughing, dancing couples in love.

“Let me guess, you’ve been in love with the bride for years and are trying to avoid punching your best friend?”

Jack’s gaze lifted to the man leaning against the brick wall a few feet away, a cigarette dangling from between his lips. Even with half his uniform gone, Jack recognized the waiter he’d been checking out earlier and goddamn he was hot. “Hardly. Groom’s my brother and I’m gay.”

The stranger gave Jack a slow, assessing look from the tips of his shiny shoes to his black framed glasses and Jack felt a curl of heat in his belly. Fuck his ex. That relationship had fizzled out months ago. This was promising.

“Bum a cigarette off you?”

The waiter crooked a finger in response and Jack closed the distance. With a teasing grin, the man offered a cigarette and Jack leaned in, taking it from the man’s fingers with his lips. Those same fingers brushed Jack’s lapel as he lit the cigarette and Jack glanced through his lashes, breathing in. The waiter had high cheekbones, sinfully full lips, and a body Jack was dying to feel stretched out under him.

Jack took a puff and lowered the cigarette, flicking ash off the tip. He blew smoke up and away from the man still within kissing distance. “I have a room here,” he offered.

“Mmm?” The waiter raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the wall. “Good for you.”

“I mean … if you’re interested …” Jack took another drag of his cigarette. “The reception’s winding down and when your shift’s over, we could …”

Amusement flickered over the waiter’s handsome face. “Are you incapable of finishing your thoughts or too shy to ask for what you want?”

“Shy?” Jack snorted. “How about this? I have a room upstairs with a big bed. Wanna fuck?”

The answering smile was genuine, but the stranger continued to leisurely smoke his cigarette. “Sure. We can go up after I’m done with this. Assuming your best man duties are over.”

“They are. You won’t get in trouble?”

“Nope.” Jack frowned, confused, and the other man grinned. “I’ll explain after.”

He watched the man discard his cigarette and open a door marked “Employees Only”.

Jack followed.

Several hours—and several condoms—later, he turned to the man beside him. “I’m Jack, by the way.”

Jack was rewarded with a quick, flashing smile. “Killian.” The man stretched, showing off the flat stomach Jack had licked half an hour before.

“I didn’t get you fired, did I?”

“No. I own this place. Just filling in for a sick employee.” He turned onto his side, smirking. “Always wanted to test the beds though, so I’m glad I got a chance.”

Jack smiled back. “What do you think?”

“We better try them again. Just to be sure.”


Big thanks to Helena for letting me join her and be sure to check out her blog for her story.  And a thank you to Eden for suggesting the name Killian and giving the story a quick read through.

Be sure to come back next Monday for the next round of flash fics.  I can’t wait to see you there!