Wow. I've been away for too long, but with one thing or another, life gets in the way and when you find out that your thumbs have been in all the wrong places, you awake from that digit-induced slumber and get back on track. TMI?
I'm a big fan of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum Series. I love that goofy bounty hunter girl. Nevertheless, I love the men in her life a lot more (double wink) and as a writer of Man on Man love, shouldn't the next logical step be to write something naughty about Carlos Mañoso (aka Ranger) and Joseph Morelli?
Lamentably, I killed Stephanie because, frankly, I couldn't see any other way of putting the two hunks together without being cheating bastards, and that is so not who they are. They love that girl in their own crazy ways, and I used that untimely demise to launch them into each other's arms. And mouths, and other body parts, of course.
And since there is not good writing without hot visuals I decided to use Dionisio Heiderscheid (better known as D.O. in the porn world) as inspiration for Ranger, and Lance Parker (American soccer player) for Morelli.
Let me just say—for the erotic record—that the word mañoso in Spanish means among other things: clever, ingenious, crafty, cunning, and even trickster.
And so, without further ado, I give you the first chapter of Mañoso's Hands.
1. Tea vs. Coffee
“You know you are supposed to look at my ass.”
“Yeah, but you aren’t a native girl.”
“I still have a great ass.”
Since Morelli woke up first, he was to serve the ceremonial tea, and the contraption was designed in a way where you had to rest your body almost on top of it, making inevitable to show your butt.
His morning wood return in full force after realizing Ranger agreed he had a great ass.
The previous night, their captors had showed them a video with the sick fantasy they were to reenact this morning if they didn’t want to be killed after being sodomized with painful-looking devices. Morelli thought it could be worse. At least, Ranger was a handsome guy.
As he offered the tea, Ranger should have fondled him like the man did the girl in the video. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m supposed to get you excited, but you already are.” The amusement in Ranger’s tone didn’t escape Morelli.
The curved outline of his cock was clearly visible through the flimsy material around his waist, fighting to go upward. Almost naked was worse than complete nudity.
Morelli awoke with a start.
“Are you all right?” Ranger sounded fully awake.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had that sort of dream about Ranger. They were getting more elaborated each night. He should have known better than to come with Ranger in this camping trip to the Pine Barrens. Yeah, it was the manly way to grieve after Stark Street had finally caught up with Stephanie, and she’d died in the middle of the combat zone while stalking one of her FTA’s. The responsible were in jail, but that was little to no comfort. They hadn’t known how to deal with the pain for the last month, until Ranger came out with this idea.
The leathery sensation of Grandma Mazur’s hands as Morelli patted them, while she cried inconsolably, was fuel for his own sadness. He didn’t like old ladies crying, and even his own grandmother, Bella, who never really liked Stephanie, had cried at the jam-packed funeral. Ranger had been there too, not crying but stoic, surrounded by his Merry men. Still, Morelli caught a rare moment of weakness when Ranger took his shades off; he had watery eyes.
A shudder ran through him. It was the second time Ranger had called him by his nickname. The first was fogged and almost a memory of torture.
“No. Just a bad dream. I’m having lot of those lately.” He turned to look at Ranger in the sleeping back next to him.
“I know what you mean. Been having, not bad but weird dreams too.”
“Wanna talk about it?” Was it wrong Morelli was hoping Ranger’s dreams were like his?
“Cool.” Morelli reassumed a horizontal position and stared at the tent’s roof. He was not going be able to sleep again, though. “There’s light outside. I’d better start the coffee.”
“It’s your turn anyway.”
It was hard to tie his boots with his hard-on chafing in his jeans. Nevertheless, he managed and exited the confined space. He started their breakfast, expecting to do better than Ranger the previous day. The glacial morning breeze helped with his erection like a really cold shower.
The aroma of coffee brought Ranger out of the tent.
“Ranger, let Morelli taste me from your lips.”
“It’s my birthday, and you guys promised to do whatever I asked.”
“I think this is too much.” Morelli almost grunted.
Certainly, this was taking that promise too far.
“I’m ready to get out of this bed and leave you two hard and wanting. How about that?”
Ranger and Morelli looked at each other. Ranger turned to Stephanie, “Just the one kiss.”
“Yes. But not a half-assed kiss. I wanna see lots of tongue and enthusiasm.”
Ranger’s face neared Morelli’s. “We’ll never speak about this. Deal?”
“You bet your ass my lips are sealed.”
“After the kiss.” Stephanie giggled as she pulled Morelli and Ranger’s faces together, using her calves over the back of their necks.
“Let’s do this.” Morelli murmured before his lips touched Ranger’s.
Ranger wasn’t prepared to let Morelli dominate the kissing as if he couldn’t live if he didn’t retrieve the every last molecule of Stephanie’s flavor from within Ranger’s mouth. Coming to his senses, Ranger fought back and grabbed Morelli, one hand on his arm and the other pulling Morelli’s nape forcibly, regaining control of the situation, while Stephanie rubbed their cocks with her feet.
He didn’t know when he’d closed his eyes, but now that he opened them, he saw Morelli’s long dark lashes, his tight shut eyes, the perfect curve of his thick eyebrows. He always considered himself man enough, secure of his sexuality enough, to recognize when another guy was attractive. But he never expected to find Morelli’s features so compelling, especially not in the middle of a—technically—forced kiss.
“Joe.” He exhaled when they didn’t have another option than to separate if they wanted to breathe. Stephanie’s voice in the background, saying how hot they looked together was almost anticlimactic.
“You missing her?”
Morelli’s grave voice trespassed on the fortress of time and distance, bringing Ranger back to reality, to the middle of the Barrens, so close and yet so far from civilization.
“Un-huh,” He hummed noncommittally. Avoiding Morelli’s eyes, he picked up the kettle and poured coffee into his mug. “But it’s getting easier every day. Thanks for doing this.”
“We’re helping each other. I guess, it’s something she’d have liked.”
“True.” Ranger felt strong enough to look into those dark eyes, darker than his own and strangely hypnotic. “Does this mean we’re becoming closer?”
Morelli seemed puzzled for a moment, then gave him a sinister grin. “I think we’re closer since the night I tasted her from your lips.”
Ranger thanked everything sacred for his poker face. “That’s unmentionable.”
“In all honesty, I don’t mention it, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”
Determination surged on Morelli’s stubbly face. “We should do it again.”
“Neither of us is gay.”
That wasn’t the answer Ranger had expected. Perhaps Morelli was on the same page, fighting with the same unexpected attraction. Those lips tempted him like not many things had tempted Ranger in his life. “Why the fuck no?”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Morelli started to move from his log toward Ranger’s.
“Stay where you are.” Ranger put his mug down, ate the short distance and grabbed Morelli’s neck, straddling the log. He started the kiss with open eyes, but as Morelli closed his, he did the same, surrendering to their need.