About Five Spice: Yin and Yang
by Kara Larson
39 pages / 10,000 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-266-8
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Six months after "At the Sign of the Ancestors," Drew and Kit have settled into their relationship. Though Drew doesn't quite share Kit's love of Muay Thai, he's come to accept it and its role in his boyfriend's life. But when an accident at the gym forces Kit to take temporary leave, Drew realizes that he has to come up with something else to fill the void in Kit's life. So they decide to try out a new martial art together: karate. Neither of them anticipated how competition might drive a wedge between them, or how the attention of another black belt might make Kit react -- with jealousy.
Sample
Kit didn't resist when Drew pulled him out of the car and up the steps to
the door. Kit's body was pliant as Drew carefully stripped off the pong-y
shorts and T-shirt, leaving them in a heap outside the bathroom door with
Kit's cup and briefs. He couldn't help giving Kit a good look up and down
before pushing him into the shower, taking in the long legs and arms, the
toned stomach, and the dark trail of silky hair that led down to Kit's
half-hard cock. His skin was a golden-brown all over, just the right shade
of toffee. Drew leaned in and kissed the side of Kit's neck, tasting salt
and sweat and Kit.
"Drew..." Kit moaned softly, his hands fumbling at Drew's button-down shirt.
"Maybe you could help me?"
Drew grinned. "You need someone to wash your back?" He kissed his way up to
Kit's mouth. One of the best things about kissing Kit was the fact that they
were the same height, so he never had to crane his neck or worry about
getting a crick in it. Pressed up against each other, their cocks fit nicely
together, just at the right height to rub together.
Kit's hands unbuttoned their way down his shirt and then found the button on
the fly of his work jeans. Drew hissed as those long fingers eased the
zipper over his erection.
"Commando today?" Kit grinned. "Or did you run out of clean underwear
again?"
"Clean underwear. And I wanted to feel naughty." He hadn't planned to ravish
Kit as soon as they reached his apartment, but he'd figured it was a pretty
good conclusion, all things considered. He pushed his hips forward until his
cock rubbed against Kit's. The rough friction was utter bliss, warm, sweaty
skin against skin.
"Shower, or bed?" Kit asked, breathless.
"Fuck it, I can wash the sheets," Drew got out, grinding against Kit's naked
hips, his jeans rubbing red marks into Kit's skin.