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Tuesday Tickle: Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

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.”

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Tuesday Tickle: Rise of the Alpha Squirrel

OMG, I nearly forgot! Darn this dayjob, sucking up all my time and brain power! But here it is, the moment when my cuddly, adorable, food-obsessed weresquirrel lets out the warrior squirrel within.

“You think you can take me, rodent?”

Rodent! Why, that swamp-wading, mulch eating, four-legged shag rug! How dare he say something so rude? Sure, Nathan and his cousins had been known to use the word on each other, purely joking, but it was a totally different thing when someone who wasn’t a weresquirrel used it. If he hadn’t already been planning to take Jude on over Vince, this would have pushed him over the edge.

Nathan grinned, a fierce grin, worthy of a meat-eater. “Don’t worry, Jude, I promise not to hurt you. Much.” He shushed Vince, who was trying to stop him, but Jude wasn’t a predator, just a cranky old moose with bad manners. And a cornered squirrel was a deadly squirrel.

Tuesday Tickle: The Walnuts

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?”

 

 

Tuesday Tickle: Pine Nuts and Honey

100_1432I 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.”

Ninja Squirrel!

‘Cause a squirrel’s gotta go, when a squirrel wants to go.

It’s a random silliness night. 🙂

Tuesday Tickle: Pine Nuts and Honey

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.

Tuesday Tickle: Pine Nuts and Honey

funny-squirrel-picture_4721024805766955Don’t look at my progress bars. Or rather, my ‘lack of progress’ bars. It’s been a week, but I’m going to try to catch up on a few things, not the least of which is sleep. We had an all night pool party in my basement last night, compliments of a January thaw, a bunch of rain and a cranky sump pump. But, despite that, I’m going to make words tonight. After I tickle you all.

The follow-up to Nuts About You, takes place several months later. Nathan and Vince are settling into that part of the relationship where things are familiar, but that familiarity itself is exciting. And Nathan’s sheer lack of judgement, as always, comes into play:

Nathan could have walked over to Vince’s in human form if he’d wanted. He’d done it before—it wasn’t that far, maybe a half an hour if he walked fast. And it was summer now. No cool breezes or sudden cold rain squalls to spoil the trip.

But there was something fun, almost illicit, in making the trip cross country in squirrel form. Climbing up one of the trees in Vince’s back yard, peeking in the windows to spy on his boyfriend. He still managed to catch him in the shower on a regular basis. Just the thought of it made him chitter in excitement as he bounded across the grass and up the trunk of the old oak tree. He scrambled out to the edge of the branch—

Dammit. Too late for his shower fantasies.

He spun around with a quick flick of his tail and raced for the ground. A magnolia tree half hid the window to the master bedroom. The branches were thin, but if he was quick, he could run the length of one of the stronger ones and make the jump from it to the windowsill.

Assuming the window was open. He didn’t try that on cold days anymore.

Something about this little guy always makes me smile.