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Welcome back! This week we have another excerpt from my NaNoWriMo novel, Breakout, which is book #2 in my upcoming Brighton Wood Blades M/M hockey series. This book introduces us to Todd Oleksuk, a defenseman on the Blades who is still deeply closeted, and Lee Odette, a drag queen who will capture and free the heart of Mr. Oleksuk. Our snippet today takes us back to Todd’s point of view. He and Lee have finally made it to their first romantic night at Todd’s mountain cabin and are sharing a meal and some conversation.
Since this is an M/M romance, there may be some same-sex frolicking taking place as well as mature language. If that offends, now is the time to skedaddle along to another Tuesday Tales offering.
Our word prompt for this week is “Island”.
“My turn. Is driving that big rig hard?” He waved his forked tot in the general direction of my Kenworth out in the driveway.
“It’s not as easy as driving a car, but it’s not brain surgery. I’ve always liked driving truck.” I grabbed the ketchup, coated my tater tots, and then offered it to Lee. He declined with a shake of his head. “I got my CDL when I was eighteen and have been behind the wheel of a big truck ever since. I’ve seen every state in this country, some of the islands off Newfoundland, and a lot of Canada. Maybe sometime you could come along on a long haul.”
His eyes widened. “Ride along in that truck? Where would we sleep? Motels?”
“Nope.” I smeared a couple tots in my glob of ketchup. “There’s a sleeper that would hold two if we cuddled.”
He grinned and bobbed his head with enthusiasm. “I would simply love to take a long haul with you! Cuddling in the sleeper sounds incredible. Oh! Do you have a CB? Can I talk on it? I could make up a handle. This is going to be just like Smokey and the Bandit! I’m Sally Fields because I’m adorable and spunky. And you, why you’re Burt the Bandit, driving around stealing all the young men’s hearts.”
“Bandit drove the Trans-Am. Snowman drove the rig,” I pointed out. Lee frowned and lobbed a hot tot at me. It missed by a mile and landed on the floor by one of five mousetraps set around the floorboards.
“Tough taters,” my guest huffed. “Bandit was sassy and sexy. That old Snowman probably smelled like a hound dog.”
“Yeah, he probably did,” I chuckled and let him prattle on about Bandit and bootlegged beer. “Who’s turn is it?” I asked after a couple of minutes of eating and Lee chatter had passed.
“You go on ahead,” he said. “I’ve fallen behind on eating because of all my chit-chat.”
“I’ve been reading up, you know, on how to be gay.”
Lee’s eyes flared at the statement. “Good Lord honey, you can’t go by a book. Just be who and what you are,” he quickly replied. “And where is this ‘How to Be Gay’ book? Is it on Amazon? Are there illustrations? I do love dirty pictures.”
“What do you think I am?” I enquired, folding my arms in front of me after pushing my empty plate to the side. “Am I a bottom or top? How is that decided?”
He lowered his fork and knife, looked up from cutting his chili dog into bite-sized bits, and pondered a moment. “I would have thought you were a big old top but then we had the great mouse debacle.” I felt a blush creep up my neck. That was one of my biggest secrets and now he knew it, as well as a few others.
Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey
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