Hot in Fall Blog Hop - NSFW-ish

For my part in the hop, I'm sharing a sweet, sexy, NSFW-ish lil snippet from my m/m romance "Buried Treasure."

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Blurb:

After his last long-term relationship ended because of his nightmares, Mark closed his heart to the possibility of finding love again. He's certainly never considered Gabe, the orderly who works at Miller's Retirement Home where his father lives. But there's more to Gabe than meets the eye, and if Mark is willing to let Gabe in, he might just discover the most important buried treasure of all.

Excerpt:

Gabe glanced up from his coffee as the waitress sat a dainty little white porcelain plate adored with a large chocolate-frosted cupcake with rainbow sprinkles down on their table. He grinned at the conspiratorial wink Mark gave her before she walked away.

“What’s this?” Gabe asked.

Mark gasped and shook his head. “I can’t believe you don’t know what today is.”

Gabe frowned and checked his watch. Thursday, August 18. Nothing special happened on August 18 that he was aware of. “Um... is it Obscure Foreign Celebration Day?”

“Nope.”

“Your birthday?”

Mark shook his head again. He leaned back against the booth and folded his arms across his chest with a dramatic sigh. “I’m really surprised. I figured of the two of us, you’d be the one keeping track.”

“Keeping track of...?” Gabe raised his eyebrows. The cupcake, though it looked delicious, really was just an ordinary cupcake. The rainbow sprinkles were a nice touch, though.

“It’s our six month anniversary,” Mark revealed. He blushed and unfolded his arms, grabbed up his napkin and toyed with it. “The anniversary of our lunches, that is. Not us, specifically.”

“Why not us?” Gabe reached across the table and slid his hand over Mark’s, twining their fingers together.

“There isn’t an us, is there?” Mark looked up, his eyes wide and round, full of something Gabe couldn’t quite place.

Gabe’s chest constricted and his heart raced. He forced himself to draw a few deep, slow breaths. “There’s an us if you want there to be.”

“Is that what you want?” Mark’s forehead knit together, and he leaned in a little.

He chuckled. “I think it’s pretty obvious what I want. I’ve been chasing you for six months now, haven’t I?”

Mark’s studied gaze, his head cocked to the side, bottom lip caught between his teeth, made Gabe ache to know what was going on in his head—what thoughts were racing around in there, and how he could influence them. If he could. Mark pulled his hand away and Gabe felt like a fool as he clutched at empty air.

Mark picked up the cupcake and split it into two pieces, then sat half of it back down on the plate. The half he’d kept he broke into smaller pieces, and held one out for Gabe. Gabe reached for it, but Mark pulled it away and shook his head. Gabe frowned, but then the meaning became clear as Mark raised his eyebrows and teasingly wiggled the morsel just out of his reach. Gabe leaned over and opened his mouth.

Mark gently fed him the cupcake, fingers lingering on his lower lip. Gabe closed his mouth around the desert, swishing his tongue out to lick flecks of crumbs off Mark’s fingers. Mark shivered. Gabe plucked up the other half of the cupcake and offered a piece of it to Mark. The warm, wet heat of Mark’s mouth closed around Gabe’s fingers and his cock jumped to life, going instantly hard. He shifted in his seat as Mark’s tongue explored his fingers, wishing that exploration were quite a bit lower, and they were alone.

Mark let go of Gabe, sat back, and daintily wiped his mouth with his napkin. He cleared his throat. “Well.”

Gabe grinned. “I guess I have my answer.” He lowered his hand back to the table and grasped Mark’s again.