Still muddling along, struggling to make the words come out. Spent most of the last couple of days dealing with weather related emergencies–the top of my head is now higher than the barn when I get up on the drift between the house and the paddock. (It’s a heck of a snow slide, though! Wheeeee!)
Thought I’d throw this little bit out there, introduce you to Charlie, the werehummingbird. (Hey, it’s not as weird as a werecockroach.)
Nathan moved the coffee cups to one end of the table and sat. “Pull the shorts up, Charlie, for the love of walnuts, and sit down. And don’t get any bright ideas about my coffee.”
“Tasted funny anyway. Not enough sugar.” Charlie pulled the shorts up and awkwardly straddled the seat. “That yours?” He jerked his chin in the direction of the tent.
“Yes, he is. No bright ideas about him, either.”
“No wonder you were trying to give me the slip at the store.”
“Then why didn’t you take the hint, birdbrain?”
“Don’t call me that! And if you were being that closed-mouthed, I figured it had to be something pretty good.” Charlie propped his head on his hand with a satisfied grin. “It totally is. He’s hot. He got a brother? I don’t mind a little inter-species dating.”
I’m bogged down in some serious house repairs right now–new windows in the front (my first ever carpentry effort) and a backed up septic system (not touching that one with a 20 ft pole, and still waiting for the septic guy to get here), so I’m really behind on new words. I do have a tiny bit from the opening of The Walnuts, which happens on Nathan’s birthday.
Nathan lay on Vince’s bed in absolute bliss, while his incredibly good-looking, fantastically wonderful boyfriend massaged his way from Nathan’s shoulders to the small of his back. With firm, loving strokes, Vince chased down every last ounce of tension in Nathan’s body and left him cheeping sleepily against the soft cotton.
Best present ever.
The bed shifted as Vince leaned forward, his breath warm against Nathan’s ear. “How’s the birthday boy doing?” He worked his thumbs up both sides of Nathan’s spine, until he could circle them over the hollow at the base of his skull.
“Mmmph.” Nathan sighed and went completely limp—except for one part of him, contrarily hard as macadamia nut shells. “Feels good.”
That earned him a laugh, low and sexy. “You’re going to need a shower after this. Get that oil off you.”
“You mean you can’t do this forever?”
“Not if we’re going to make it to your party.”
There went his erection. Nathan groaned. “Maybe I can call and cancel?”
“Nathan!” The talented hands disappeared and Vince flopped down beside him, a frown marring his his gorgeous face. “You promised you’d introduce me to your family.”
“It’s not you. It’s...them.”
“I survived the campground. And daycamp with the twins.”
Nathan winced. “Yeah. Sorry about that. What gave them the idea to build a trebuchet, anyway?”
Chugging away at the squirrel story, and introducing some new wereanimals. Two of whom are a pair of mischievous red pandas who cause havoc during Nathan and Vince’s idyllic afternoon at the campground.
Outside the tent, two small animals rolled around in the dirt, sqeaking and pouncing wildly upon each other. The looked like a cross between a fox and raccoon, rich reddish-brown fur with a bandit’s mask and a fluffy striped tail.
Vince sat down to watch and laughed. “They’re adorable.”
“They ruined our lunch,” Nathan said gloomily. The grill had been knocked off the stones holding it up, and the burgers had been chewed on, then stomped into the ground.
“There’s a dozen in the box. We can put more on.” Vince inched toward the picnic table. “I wonder if they’d let us feed them?”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” Nathan sighed, and watched his plan to slowly introduce Vince to some of the less crazy shifters fade away into the distance. “Devon and Hunter, get your furry butts over here.”
Hunter’s on the right.
Part of Vince’s unintentional introduction to the wild weirdness of the hidden society of wereanimals. 😛
I had a really crummy day at work today. One of those “I need to put myself in timeout before someone gets hurt” kind of days. So, obviously, I’m going to tickle the guy who always makes me smile.
“You think you can take me, rodent?”
Nathan wasn’t putting up with that. “Don’t worry, Jude, I promise not to hurt you. Much.” He shushed Vince, who seemed to be trying to stop him, but Jude wasn’t a predator, just a cranky old moose. And a cornered squirrel was a deadly squirrel.
Jude pulled his t-shirt off over his head and threw it on the ground. “Come get me, you fuzzy-tailed rat.”
“Be right there.” Nathan grinned at him. The shivery, twisty sensation started in his stomach as his body got ready to shift. He stripped and handed his clothes to Vince. “Hold onto these for me, okay?”
“We can just leave. I’m sorry I talked you into this.” Vince’s beautiful face was pinched with worry.
Nathan kissed him and pushed him back in the crowd. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
I’m grumpy tonight, so I went straight to Nathan and Vince for a pick-me-up.
Vince had made the bed and put out some clothes for him. He’d also cleaned up the mess Nathan’d made during his precipitous exit. Nathan pulled the clothes on, a pair of hiking shorts and a dark blue cotton t-shirt that was loose enough to hide his love handles and the slight paunch he’d developed lazing around on Vince’s couch, being fed almonds like some Roman squirrel emperor. He paused for a second before leaving the bedroom and looked down along his body.
I need to get a gym membership. But the smell of buckwheat pancakes snaked under the door, teasing his nose with its nutty goodness. I’ll look into it after breakfast.
OMG, I adore Nathan.