About Seeking the Balance 3: Clutching
by AR Moler
39 pages
/ 16300 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-820-3, 1-60370-820-0
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When you’re just learning to ride a motorcycle, clutching is an acquired skilled. Learning to judge when to squeeze tight and when to relax your hand is not necessarily an easy task. Mason Flynn is not very good at the letting go part, and that's true of all the parts of his life.
Coming to terms with the concept of a patient he cannot save, seeing an old lover, and realizing that Cam Bradshaw’s love for him may run deeper and stronger than he dared to hope all weave together into Mason working toward learning when it’s time to let go.
Sample
Mason crossed the room and looped his arms loosely around Cam’s neck. “I think maybe I like you being jealous, just a little bit,” Mason said softly.
“Watching him with his arm around you... It’s not like you usually let people touch much... and not like that...” Cam’s voice trailed off. Trying to come up with words to describe his sudden intense response to seeing another man possibly trying to claim Mason’s affection was damn difficult. “Get naked,” whispered Cam. “Lie on your stomach on the bed, I’ll be back in a minute.” Cam had a sudden insanely silly idea. Mason looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Cam merely smiled and headed in the direction of the kitchen. There was a black Sharpie somewhere on the kitchen counter, he’d seen it.
When Cam came back into the bedroom, Mason was obligingly stretched out on the bed, facing the door, chin propped on his fists. Cam crawled onto the bed and straddled Mason’s thighs. He popped the lid off the marker. When the cool wetness of the Sharpie tip touched the curve of Mason’s left butt cheek, Mason’s head jerked up.
“Hey, what’re you doing?” Mason asked.
“Oh nothing. I’ll tell you in a minute. It’ll wash off in a day or so anyway.” Cam carefully printed out -- Property of Cameron Bradshaw -- on his lover’s skin. It was a block lettered label that followed the delectable curve of the left side of Mason’s tush. “There. Now your ass is officially mine,” said Cam.
Mason twisted enough to get a glimpse of the writing and began to giggle.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Mason said between giggles. He squirmed beneath Cam’s spread legs to roll over onto his back.
“Damn right.”
“Hope you’re not planning on having me show that to anyone.”
“You sure as hell better not. Maybe I should add -- no looking and no touching?”