UNRAVELED
A HEATHENS INK SPIN OFF
K.M. NEUHOLD
M/M ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 02.08.18
COVER DESIGN: K.M. Neuhold
COVER PHOTO: StockPhoto
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Clay:
My mind and body are full of chaos; the only time I can truly feel free is when my hands, arms, and legs are secured. Just because I want to be bound, able to give over my pleasure entirely to another person, doesn’t mean I want to be controlled, humiliated, or made to endure pain. I’m a successful, happy, confident adult man who wants a lover to tie him up. Why is that so scandalous? And why is it so difficult to find? It doesn’t help that I’ve developed a hopeless crush on my straight roommate. Maybe a fulfilling relationship isn’t in the cards for me.
Max:
I’m completely out of control of my life. My ex is trying to take my daughter away from me… again, my dream of owning my own motorcycle repair shop seems out of reach, and somehow, I find myself a thirty-two-year-old man who can’t afford to have a place without a roommate. So, it’s no huge surprise that the idea of being given complete control over someone’s body and pleasure is a major turn-on. I never had any inkling I might be into guys, until my best friend told me he likes to be tied up. Now I’m losing sleep, imagining him bound and begging for me. I can’t figure out if it’s just the kink or if it’s possible I’m falling for him.
I flick on the light in the garage and take a deep breath, letting the scent of motor oil and grease calm me.
I grew up working in the garage. It’s no surprise that the scent smells like home to me.
I run my hand over the frame of ‘67 Norton Commando I’m restoring.
Some people might think it’s weird that I would want to work on cars all day and then come home and do more work. But restoring classic bikes isn’t work for me. It’s been my passion since I was sixteen, and I got my first bike at a junkyard and rebuilt it from the ground up. There’s no thrill like taking something that’s broken and rusted and making it beautiful again.
“Hey, I thought you might be out here,” Clay says, peeking his head out of the door.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Oh nothing, just wanted to say hi and see how your day was.”
Clay’s interest in my daily life never fails to warm me inside.
“Kinda sucked,” I admit. “Let me work for a little bit, and then I’ll come in and tell you about it over a few drinks?”
“Sounds good,” he agrees with a smirk.
I’m not sure how long I spend outside working, but when I go inside Clay is lying on the couch watching Will & Grace and I hesitate in the entrance to the living room. I know I have to tell him about Jess, but I really need a fucking drink first.
“Hey, sweetie. You okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer with an uncharacteristic gruffness to my voice. “I need a drink, and then I have to tell you something. You want a drink?”
“Sure.” Clay sits up, worry clouding his eyes.
For some reason, I notice that he looks kind of cute with his hair all mussed from lying down.
I shake off the odd thoughts and head toward the kitchen to get the bottle of Jack I keep above the fridge.
“You’re worrying me; did something happen?” Clay asks, appearing in the kitchen doorway.
I unscrew the cap on the bottle and take a drink before waving Clay back to the living room.
“Jess stopped by to talk yesterday.”
“Is something wrong with Gigi?” Clay gasps.
“No, but Jess is engaged, and they’re planning to move to New York in six months,” I reveal, and when Clay doesn’t react, I continue. “She says she’s taking Gigi.”
“What? She can’t do that! Can she?”
“Beck didn’t seem too confident, honestly. The Parenting Plan we agreed to says that in a dispute like this we have to deal with it in mediation, and if we can’t reach an agreement, then it goes to arbitration.”
“What happens at arbitration?”
“Jess and I would present our sides of the case in front of a small panel, and they’d get to decide who Gigi goes with.”
Clay looks as devastated as I feel and, for that, I swear I could kiss him.
“We can’t let Jess take her.”
“We’ll keep thinking, and in the meantime, we’ll drink.” I salute him with the bottle and take another gulp before passing it to him. He hesitates for a second before taking it and drinking as well.
The hours pass, and the whiskey slowly disappears between the two of us.
Clay repeats a joke he heard, and I collapse against his side in a laughing fit.
“Sorry,” I apologize when he tenses under my touch.
“Don’t be, this is the most action I’ve gotten in ages.”
“See, that’s something I just don’t get. How are you single? You’re a gorgeous, successful business owner. And don’t think I haven’t seen how flexible you are when you’re doing yoga in the living room.”
Clay’s pouty lips morph into a sly smile, his eyelids drooping slightly from the alcohol he’s consumed.
“If you’re trying to get into my pants, flattery will get you everywhere,” Clay slurs and then giggles.
An unexpected rush of heat licks at my skin.
“Seriously, though,” I prompt.
Clay’s smile fades a bit, and he’s suddenly very interested in taking another drink. I wait patiently, my curiosity overwhelming.
“Are you sure you want to know this? It’s a sex thing,” he warns, his cheeks—already pink from the liquor—tinge even darker.
“Now I’m even more interested to know. Do you have an extra dick or something?”
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