About Persimmon: Love Basically
by Suzi Jaymz
116 pages / 31800 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-152-4
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It's been five years since Cal Grand was dumped and Devon Michaels, in
town for a few months and not looking to announce to the world that he finds
men attractive, seems like the perfect guy to take a first few tentative
steps back into the dating world with. So what happens when Cal, despite his
best intentions, falls in love with the man?
Is he destined to have his heart broken yet again? And what do persimmon
colored cravats have to do with anything?
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"And what will you do if you discover that it is real and you want to
continue taking men as lovers?" Cal asked quietly. He couldn't imagine being
forced to deny his nature, though he understood why people did. For some,
coming out meant the decimation of family, career and lives. It meant being
disowned or beaten or kicked out of home with nothing but the clothes on
their backs.
Devon looked at him steadily. "Nothing. I cannot risk my career by admitting
anything. When I finish here, I'll go home and resume dating women, but I'll
always have this time as mine. And at least I'll know."
"And you'll be satisfied with that?"
"I'll have to be. I'm just as likely to find a woman to settle down with as
I am a man."
"It's lucky that there's no strings attached here, then isn't it?" Cal
smiled and sat back mulling over Devon's revelations, as he sipped at his
coffee. Dating a bisexual man was fine as far as Cal was concerned, even one
who'd not dated a man before, but he was saddened that Devon was so adamant
about denying a part of who he was for his whole life. And someone that
intent on denial came with a whole different set of expectations and risks.
Was this the right person to be dating to slowly reintroduce himself to the
scene? Cal worried that perhaps things might get complicated and messy and
put him off dating again.
Final chance to get out of it, Cal, he told himself. He was well aware of
the man next to him; Devon seemed to exude some sort of magnetic warmth that
Cal wanted to snuggle up to. That appeared to be the deciding factor. In the
last five years, the number of people Cal had felt comfortable enough with
to want to snuggle up to he could count on one hand. He wouldn't even need
many fingers, there were so few.
Besides, he could always use his experiences in his column. There were some
practical benefits to dating again.
Cal put his coffee cup back onto the tray and reached over and took Devon's
from his surprised but unresisting hand. It was a bold move, but he knew
he'd have to be the one to initiate anything. Not that he planned to push
Devon, but the pull of attraction was strong between them and, after a
really enjoyable evening, it felt natural.
"I'm not going to rush you, so tell me when enough is enough," he said,
grinning as he rose and straddled Devon's lap.
"Well, this is nice so far." Devon smiled up at him and Cal felt Devon's
hands move up to rest on his thighs. Devon's face was raised to look at him
and Cal lifted his hand to brush the back of his finger along Devon's cheek.
It was soft, though Cal could see and feel the beginnings of stubble; Devon
was obviously one who needed to shave every day. Cal smiled as much at the
thought of that little intimate detail as he did at imagining how
wonderfully rough Devon's face would be, scratching the soft skin between
his thighs. Christ, he was hopeless. He'd not even kissed the man and
already he could feel the first thrill of arousal deep in his groin.
Cal let his eyes linger over Devon's slightly parted lips, not quite
trusting himself to look into Devon's eyes, in case he saw doubt there, and
it fuelled his own anxiety.
"You going to stare at my mouth all night or are you going to kiss me?"
Devon's lips quirked into a smirk.
Cal laughed and looked up to see sparkling amusement in Devon's eyes.
"I might sit here all night just admiring your lips. I might just tease you,
instead." He answered Devon's smirk with one of his own.
"I'm not a girl, Cal, you don't have to be gentle with me."
"Wouldn't know what it's like to be gentle with a girl now, would I?" Cal
leaned closer, teasing Devon's lips with his breath and raising his hands to
cup Devon's face.
"You've never…?"
"Nope."
"Oh."
The sound of Devon's soft sigh broke Cal's resolve to tease the man a little
before kissing him. When their lips finally met, Cal's own sigh came from
deep in his chest. Devon was no stranger to kissing; that much was clear in
the way he angled his head and, after the initial contact, parted his lips,
inviting a deeper connection. Cal's stomach fluttered as Devon's hands slid
up his thighs and settled heavily on his hips, pulling him closer.
Tasting Devon almost felt alien to Cal; he could count on one hand how many
men he'd kissed like this since Saul. Devon's mouth was warm and inviting;
he tasted like coffee. Strong, masculine, and with no hesitation, his tongue
danced with Cal's, a force to be reckoned with. Before he could stop it, Cal
groaned. It was rare that Cal found someone he'd trust enough to bottom for,
but he knew by the weakening in his bones and the way that Devon's hands had
found their way to his ass, kneading and fondling alternately, that he'd
probably choose to bottom for Devon.
One kiss and he was aching to be filled. One kiss and he was fucked.