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."A Torquere Press Toy Box - 43As Henry removed Elio's second puppy paw, he asked,"And if I want to see you more than that?"With the taste of Henry's come still hot on his tongue, Elio kissed him with great affection."Then I'll be your naughty puppy every day of the week."A Torquere Press Toy Box - 44Hands Tied, a Hammer storyBy Sean MichaelMarcus finished the braiding on the whip he was making for Oliver and stretched.A glance at the clock told him it was much later than he'dexpected.Jim should have had supper on over an hour ago, but he hadn't heard any movement or anything at all from upstairs since he'd comedown to his workshop.Frowning, he put everything away and headed upstairs to look for his baby.The light was on in Jim's office, the sound of typing quick and somehow sharp.Marcus sighed, shook his head, and headed in, knocking, but notwaiting for a response.He went right in.Jim's head was down, books scattered everywhere.Marcus was surprised the keyboard wasn't smoking."What on earth are you doing, baby?""Shh.Working." Those fingers didn't stop."Jim." The word growled out of him."I'm busy, Marcus.Really.""It's almost seven, baby.You should have stopped working at four.Is that your novel?" He moved to stand behind Jim's chair, hands dropping to hisbaby's shoulders.A Torquere Press Toy Box - 45"Editing work.I have a client that's fucking with a deadline." Jim was so tense.He grunted, his hands tightening on Jim's shoulders."You tell them you're sorry, but you cannot make the new deadline.You do not work yourself into a frenzy.You have a schedule, baby.You need to maintain it."When was Jim going to learn to put himself first?"I can't.I need to finish this."That word -- can't -- was not allowed."Don't make me unplug the computer."Jim knew better than this; why was he letting some client get him all lathered up?"Don't you dare." Jim stared at him."He called me an overeducated TA.We'd worked together five years."Ah.It was beginning to make sense."He's an asshole, baby.Give him his money back and tell him to go to hell." Marcus was willing to bet thisasshole needed Jim to write the article far more than Jim needed to write it, edit it, whatever.Years as a professor and one girl with money and a bad GPA and his baby's career had been destroyed.Damn it.He really wished Jim could put all those assholes behind him, and concentrate on his own work."Save what you've got done, baby and turn off thecomputer.I mean it."A Torquere Press Toy Box - 46"But." Jim's fingers moved, even thought those eyes didn't leave his."Five.Four.Three.""Master!" Jim shivered, tiny pierced nipples going hard under the tight T-shirt."Two.One." He leaned forward, fingers moving toward the on/off button on the compute tower."Don't." Jim grabbed his wrist, his baby begging for punishment."I don't have to." He tugged Jim's chair back, pulled his baby up against his body."We're going upstairs.Right now." He knew what Jim needed heknew just the thing."Upstairs?" Jim blinked at him, still not all there."Yes.Upstairs.Our bedroom."He leaned in and kissed Jim.Hard.He needed that focus right here.Those pretty lips opened, parted for him, tongue sliding against his in thesoftest caress."Mmm." Their lips parted with a soft sound."I do love you, baby.""Good." Jim offered him a slow smile."What time is it?""It's almost seven, baby." He waited for the time to register in his baby's brain.A Torquere Press Toy Box - 47"I.No way.""Yes.Which is why we're headed upstairs." He took Jim's hand in his and led his baby to the staircase."I didn't make you dinner.""That's just one thing you missed.Not the most important thing, either." Jim had missed writing for himself, he'd missed stopping at four and beingdone, being able to relax."I'm sorry.I was working.I didn't mean to do it.""It's been a long time since you've let work get out of hand, but you didn't do it by half this time, did you?""He called me names.I have to meet the deadline, prove that I'm not a slacker.""He's an asshole, baby.He moved the deadline on you.It's his problem, not yours.And who cares what he thinks?" They started up the stairs, and Marcus needed to remember that it was jerks like Jim'sclient he was mad at, not his baby."I do." The words were soft.He squeezed Jim's hand."Why? Why do you care so much what a jerk like him thinks?""Because I knew him before, when I was a professor, before I was a fuck up."A Torquere Press Toy Box - 48"Before you were driven to a breakdown.You aren't a fuck up, baby." He was starting to growl, and he couldn't help it."You're smart and stunningand mine."Jim was fluttering, the staircase never so long."Stop that, baby." He brought Jim's hand to his mouth, kissed his lover's knuckles.He knew what he had to do, what Jim needed."I'm sorry.I'm a fuck up.""Jim!""What?""You know how I feel about you putting yourself down.""It's not putting me down if it's true.""You are not a fuck up, baby." He led Jim into their bedroom."Strip.And then you may undress me."Jim sighed, pulling off his clothes quickly, without fanfare."Take your time, baby.Notice where we are.Focus on this here, now."Bottle green eyes met his, Jim stopping for a second."I hate him.I hate feeling like an idiot.""Then don't.Because you aren't an idiot, baby [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]