I wear a couple different hats for Torquere Press, so I'll be making a couple different posts today. First up, I'm very excited about the release of my Color Box novella, "Celadon," this past Saturday. Celadon is technically a kind of pottery glaze, but it's often used as a color name, referring to a subtle gray-green. You can see some wonderful examples at the Korean-Arts site.
Celadon is a reduction glaze, which means you need a very hot kiln to get the right chemical reaction for the color. Achieving the necessary level of heat is one of the metaphors in my story, and here's a moment when Bryan and Nilsson do:
They toppled onto the bed, Nilsson splayed and panting, eyes closed. Bryan didn't hesitate to nudge the long legs farther apart, making Nilsson accommodate him.
He unbuttoned Nilsson's sweat-soaked shirt and began to suck at the coppery nipples, keeping Nilsson's breathing rough. The cuff was loose around Bryan's arm, ready to take its rightful place on Nilsson's wrist.
He could just slip it on. Nilsson was pliant, sated; Bryan could do anything.
Passivity wasn't enough. He wanted more, and he wasn't going to shy away from asking for what he wanted any longer.
"Babe," he said hoarsely, lifting his head. Nilsson's eyes opened. He bit the swollen lips gently, seeking another moan, getting it. Another one. Almost, he was distracted from his original purpose. Eventually, though, he shifted his weight and brought his cuffed arm around to where Nilsson could see it.
"I want to put this on you," Bryan said. "May I?"
Nilsson's eyes went to the cuff. The orgasmic flush that had been fading from his skin surged back. Bryan felt more than heard the little gasp in Nilsson's next breath. A spiral of giddy exultation began to rise from the pit of Bryan's belly.
"Why?" Nilsson challenged. It wasn't a refusal.
"So you'll stay put while I touch you as much as I want," Bryan answered baldly. "And maybe listen when I tell you how often I've been alone in this damned bed, wishing we were in it together."
The few waiting seconds were agony. Then Nilsson held out his bare arm.
Intrigued? ;) Leave a comment and I'll give away a couple copies of "Celadon" at the end of today.
Meantime, I'll run off and change hats for my next post...