I'm SO Hot...

...literally. How's that for irony considering this week's topic? We've been spared the H1N1 (knock on wood), but the previous two months have been a continuous pinball game of sickness in our household. All thanks to my two darling children and their hygiene-challenged classmates, I'm sure. This week it's some upper respiratory thing that makes me extremely glad that I don't have to talk to anyone since coughing is all I can seem to manage.

In those two months, I've faced down two separate deadlines for submissions and the kickoff of NaNo, and it was a gratifying discovery to find that when I didn't feel like doing much of anything else, sitting with my nice, warm laptop on my lap with only my fingers moving provided a nice outlet for my brain. The only fight on my hands wasn't trying to put together scenes that worked, it was trying to stay awake long enough to get to my prime creative time. Being sick is a great cure for insomnia..darn it.

In a way, being able to write whilst ill makes sense. Most of the things that pull me out of that creative mindset melt away; the barrage of non-computer to-do's on my mental list are easily vetoed when you can't find the energy to move, same goes for the need for fresh air and exercise. And food? No thanks. Even the kids are more cooperative, mostly because they're sick as well, so plopping them in front of a mindless show or three is no longer bad parenting, it's just good sense.

Yesterday I wrote about 6K plus a synopsis to wrap up a manuscript and get it in to my publisher. And while absolutely no part of me was eager to actually do anything resembling what I wrote, I managed to craft some pretty smoking love scenes. Here's a secret encounter in the dark:



Warmth.


That was the first thing Cam noticed as a slamming sound brought him abruptly into wakefulness. Despite it being summer, most nights in the motel rooms he awoke chilled to the bone from the artificial air conditioning they’d cranked up to combat the day’s residual heat the night before.

But tonight he was toasty warm. Mmm... Eyes still closed, he pressed back into the warmth. An arm tightened around him and he smiled.

Arm?

His eyes flew open, but all he got for that effort was blackness. Must still be night. Even with black-out curtains, he’d be able to see something if the sun was coming up.

A feminine giggle and an answering masculine grunt.

Now he was really confused; that sure sounded like a girl. Trying hard to think, not an easy task coming out of a deep sleep, he tried to remember the previous night to get his bearings.

Okay, getting there. New motel. Furnace behind him must be...Jon. And they were sharing a bed, because...

The wet sounds of kissing clear as a bell in the darkness.

Ah shit, Sid for a roommate. Who must’ve brought a girl home from the bar, apparently their entrance was what woke him up. Cam rolled his eyes in the dark, trying hard not to listen to the rustling of clothing and murmurs coming from the direction of the other bed. Crap. He pictured the clothes coming off some faceless girl, and his damn teenaged hormones perked his prick up, picking right up where it had left off without satisfaction earlier in the shower. Not even the thought of Sid being involved could quell the rush his cock and imagination were getting from the almost pornographic sounds emanating from the couple.

Cam wriggled with his discomfort, and the arm around him tightened once more, bringing his attention back to his own bed. This time, as the arm trapped him close, the unmistakable feel of an erection pressed against his backside had him momentarily freezing in place.

That’s Jon’s hard-on against my ass.

Just putting words to the acknowledgment in his mind was incredibly arousing. Jon was hot, yes, but he was his best friend. Never in a million years would Cam have thought he’d be tucked into bed with him, cradling Jon’s apparently very unchoosy cock in the crack of his backside.

His own erection took on new life and his breath grew short as the struggle to not move became way too much for him. Surreptitiously, Cameron arched his back, pushing back against Jon and was answered with a volley of thrusts and an incoherent muttering in his ear. His heart pounding through his chest, fuelled by the addition of skin slapping and unmistakable sounds of fucking off to the right, Cam set up a rhythmic undulation back against Jon that had his friend following suit as if taking his lead in an intimate dance.

His own ragged breathing was masked by the noise from across the room, and as Jon’s own breathing picked up along with the speed of his rubbing, Cameron went for broke, pushing his shorts down in the front enough to expose his cock then licking his palm and taking his erection firmly in hand. As he began to stroke, his upper arm was resting along the top of Jon’s, whose hand was still wrapped around his middle. It was an incredibly intimate feeling to be so surrounded by another, by Jon, as Cam pleasured himself. His breath caught and he sped up his motion, pressing back recklessly, wantonly, invitingly...

Suddenly, his own hand was batted out of the way and a larger, firmer hand took its place, curling around his straining cock with assurance, spreading the pre-cum welling from his slit over his sensitive head with a calloused thumb. Cameron gasped aloud, thankful that the sound coincided with a moan from the girl in the room. Jon’s chest was heaving against his back, his breath was on Cam’s neck, coming way too fast for him to be anything other than fully awake...