Title: Love Cubed

Author: Eddy LeFey

Length: novel

Genre: gay romance, contemporary, new adult, menage, MMM

Synopsis

Three very different young men meet at St-Frederick’s University.

Francis, haunted by his past and seeking a new life.

Andrew, the introverted football jock.

And Sebastian, the charismatic and confident hockey star.

Francis, wary and troubled, didn’t count on meeting anyone he could care for.

Andrew, closeted and lonely, didn’t think anything would matter more than his football career.

And Sebastian, content to float from conquest to conquest, never believed he’d meet someone who could hold his interest.

An encounter with a journalist causes consequences for all three.

Will they be able to take what they need from one another in order to cope?

Am I comfortable writing the erotic scenes?

I have been frequently asked, by people who know me, if I was comfortable writing erotic scenes. A few of those times were from people who knew me very well, and they simply wanted to see if I would squirm, or even lie. I didn’t. I told them that for me writing a sex scene, especially an erotic one makes me very uncomfortable. Sex is a private thing. Even if it involves more than two people, it usually isn’t done in public…at least not by me.

Writing a sex scene, for me, is like having sex in public. I am giving of myself, using my experiences, or my imagination, or a combination thereof, to express love, lust, and desire between one, two, or even more individuals.

I personally feel exposed when writing, so a sex scene is even more of an exposure. I don’t want to get it wrong, That would be more than a little embarrassing. I don’t want to be too crude, and it’s not just because I don’t want to offend sensitive ears. I personally wish to write scenes witch portray the act of sex as one of mutual respect and exploration. That could mean different things to different people.

As a writer, to me it means to use language that speaks the truth of the characters, but also my own personal truth. I’ve been in situations where people have called me things or done things to me during sex. I respect those who get off on that kind of thing, but I didn’t. I felt cheap and sometimes even used. I promised that I wouldn’t make anyone feel that way, or at least try very hard not to. For me, this includes the characters I write about.

This being said I get anxious that I am setting the right tone, saying the right words, doing the right thing. Some people might think this bizarre, or ridiculous. All I can say to that is… it’s my process. I own it. That is what count for me.

Francis was lying on his back. His very wet, white boxer-briefs clung skin tight against his rather muscular thighs; his anatomy was extremely obvious. His shirt was above his head, exposing a well-toned, thin, but still very muscular, abdomen. Francis was extremely athletic looking, with hardly an ounce of fat on his body. What John saw in front of him was an example of what a great male body looked like. John knew that for Andrew it was much more. The look John had seen on Andrew’s face was unmistakable, undeniable. Andrew had wanted Francis in that moment, badly.

 

John looked toward Sebastian, who had stopped in his tracks to avoid walking into Francis. Sebastian had a very similar look on his face to Andrew’s. Although much more guarded, it was obviously there; explaining, at least in part, why Sebastian seemed to be so interested in Francis. John glanced down at Francis, who was now trying desperately to get his shirt off his face. John wanted to laugh. It was funny. He managed not to. He resolved to do three things. One was to help Andrew and Francis get together, the second was to make sure Sebastian didn’t ruin things for them, and the third was to help Francis up off the floor.

 

John stepped in front of Sebastian who was all set to help Francis to his feet. He nudged Andrew and whispered in an urgent yet encouraging tone, “Well, what are you waiting for?

Help the guy up….”

 

Andrew gave John a quizzical look, but shook his head and knelt down to help Francis with his shirt. He inadvertently touched Francis’ torso in the process, and felt the dampness of his skin. The thought struck him then that Francis had had a shower, and he had showered with his underwear on. That worried him. He looked into Francis’ eyes and saw how immensely embarrassed he was. Andrew smiled to try to take the sting of his predicament away. He reached out a hand, which Francis took. His grip was very solid.

 

Francis was much stronger than he looked.

 

Andrew used Francis’ balance, and his own weight, to lift them both up. Francis wobbled a little bit and had to lean into Andrew. Francis’ bare skin felt amazing beneath Andrew’s palms. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long while, blue melting into green.

 

John stood there, strengthening his stance, fixing his position. He could sense Sebastian wanting to break Andrew and Francis up, but John stood his ground. He wanted his new roommate and his new friend to have a moment. Maybe they would throw caution to the wind and actually kiss each other right there. They were certainly exuding enough electric chemistry, but no such luck. Francis pushed himself away from Andrew, and the moment was gone.

 

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Eddie LeFey started reading m/m romance fanfiction a few years ago. At one point, during a crucial point in the soap opera storyline of his favorite gay couple, the story went on hiatus. He needed a fix and decided to write his own version of what he wished would happen. Friends wanted to read it, so he plucked up his courage. Pressing the submission button was nerve-wracking, but he did it. People liked it. He wrote a few more.

Up until that point Eddy had tried his hand at writing many times. The delete button was his friend, as was starting over, and over, and over, but he could no longer do that if he wanted people to read his works.

A few of his writing friends decided to create original stories, and feeling brave, Eddy did the same. The stories were shared among a select few. They encouraged him to submit one of them. Low and behold, it is now being published.

Eddy lives in Canada with his husband Ken and his cat Oscar Wild. He is busy writing many more stories.

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