Hello and welcome back to the Turning His Life Around blog tour! I am doing something a little different with this tour and, I’ve put together a running short story. This story happens a couple of years before Turning takes place, when Ian is learning he’s in love with Kane but hasn’t quite accepted what all that means for him yet, since Kane doesn’t return that love.
The story goes for all nine tour stops! You can start it at Charley Descoteaux’s blog and follow the rest of the tour from the link at the bottom.
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But before long, Kane bucked against him then grumbled, “Fuck, stop teasing and just fuck me already.”
Ian sat back to grab the lube. He knew Kane had a point—they’d just been together that morning, it wasn’t like Kane needed a lot of prep. Still, he wanted—needed—to stretch their time out.
In annoyance, he pulled his hand back and let it land hard on Kane’s ass. Kane moaned loudly and Ian’s cock jumped at the action and reaction. He blinked briefly at his friend and they held there for a suspended moment what just happened sank in. Ian had known Kane liked to have his hair pulled during sex, but that was not the same as this.
He leaned forward over Kane’s back, his mouth near his friend’s ear. He ran his hand over the spot he’d just smacked. “Did you like that?” he rumbled.
“Yes,” Kane answered, breathlessly.
“Do you want more?” It was almost a growl, Ian’s cock jumping at the thought.
“Yes… please,” Kane managed, still sounding like he was struggling for air.
Ian sat back and lifted his hand again. He shifted enough so that he could see Kane’s face and brought it back down, cock jumping at the slight crack that sounded. Kane writhed again, more moans coming out. Ian bit his lip to keep his own sounds contained and did it again and again. Ian’s body was reacting as much to giving the swats as Kane’s seemed to be to taking them. All the while, as he took in Kane’s sounds and movements, the need that spawned from it took his breath, making the whole thing incredible.
“More. God, more,” Kane groaned and Ian couldn’t have resisted the request—the beg—for anything. He started in again, letting his hand fall where it would, though only a short time later, it was starting to smart. But he pushed himself for a while longer and when he stopped and looked down, the cheeks were a nice red, his cock twitching again at the view in front of him. Kane writhed, his ass bright and hot and the combination was enough to make Ian fight hard against the urge to line up and just take, just push his cock in hard and fuck.
He dragged his nails across the abused skin instead, listening to the groan that came from it. Kane’s warm ass caused Ian’s cock to strain at what he’d done. Fuck, he’d really enjoyed that. And so had Kane.
As he held there, suspended for another moment, the book he’d read came back to him. When it did, the memory of dusty back shelves of an old bookstore and a stranger’s face—and dick—flashed behind his closed eyes, but he forced himself to ignore that and think only about what he’d read. Masochistic didn’t necessarily mean submissive, he remembered that much, but he also remembered some of the things he’d read about being submissive and how well Kane had fit that description.
Did he try it? Would Kane want it? What was the worst that could happen?
He could lose the time he did have with Kane. But no… he knew that even if it didn’t work out that way, his friend would never completely walk away, wouldn’t freak out. No, he’d say he didn’t like it or something, throw Ian a weird look. Maybe tell Ian to get moving. But that was about all.
And Ian made a decision then that he would never come to regret.
He leaned back into Kane’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Gonna fill your ass with my cock and fuck you so hard, you won’t remember your name…” he paused when Kane groaned at the talk and his heart pounded in his chest. He gathered his fears and shoved them to the back when Kane reached down to start fisting his cock. “Not yet,” Ian murmured. “Keep your hand off your cock until I tell you to.”
He paused, breath held as Kane stopped moving, but didn’t let go just yet. Then, as the words seemed to filter through the haze of arousal, Kane groaned and his hand slid up to grip the sheet instead. “O…okay,” he managed, his voice breathless.
“Good,” Ian purred and watched in awe as Kane shivered at the reply. “Mm, I think you like that,” he whispered and Kane nodded.
“Yes.” It was barely a breath, but Ian caught it and his fears fled. He settled back on his knees, worked latex over flesh and kept himself steady enough to coat his cock in lube. Then he lined up and pushed in slowly.
“Oh fuck, you feel good,” Ian grunted, squeezing his eyes closed. Kane always did, but maybe it was the combination of the spanking and the control or maybe it was something else that made it so much better, Ian didn’t know for sure. It just felt fucking incredible.
Kane gave a grunt of his own in reply and Ian slid one hand along Kane’s back then wove his fingers through the spikes. He pulled on them, not hard, just firmly until Kane’s head was tilted back. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” It was a growl and underlying it, there was the feeling that it wasn’t really a question. It was more tease, more delay—taking things at his own pace. It was that he was going to, because it was up to him, though he still waited for Kane’s answer, even knowing what it would be.
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Can Kane recognize what’s right in front of him before he loses everything?
When Kane Harris’s world turns upside down, his lifelong best friend is the only one to catch him.
Years ago, Ian Kelly accepted Kane would never return his love, since he knows Kane believes he’s incapable of it. Ian is willing to settle for what he can get—a best friend, sometimes casual lover, and occasional submissive. He’s learned he can’t live without Kane, but he can’t let Kane know. Because when, not if, Kane confirms that Ian’s love will never be returned, Ian won’t be able to take it. But when Kane loses his job and asks Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ian’s ability to hide his feelings falters. Then Kane starts his own computer security firm and asks Ian to join him, and Ian struggles further.
It’s not until they visit the exclusive BDSM club the Iron Door that things come to a head. Kane screws up big time, and he’s afraid he can’t fix it. He’s sure he’ll lose his best friend, his Dom, his everything… forever.
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Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
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