In your favourite darkness

I'm slowly working my way back through this journal, tagging and tidying up as I go, and I realise that I never posted this story, after it came down from the competition site. Written in April 2005 for Torquere Press's Marvelous Month of Masturbation short fiction competition, where it was placed 3rd. Luke, Walker, masturbation .... nope, I still don;t see anything wrong with this picture :D

In your favourite darkness
by Alex Draven


He eased in the door, and was wrapped around immediately with the half-lit hush of no-one up to talk to. Jenna was staying over with Enrique, and he knew that Walker would already be in bed – coming home from late shifts to a basically empty house sucked. At least in the kitchen he could have the lights on, and there was Jenna's evil-tempered cat to talk to while he fixed a sandwich and finally got to take his shoes off. Late shifts sucked, and late shifts in retail sucked harder.

Luke contemplated taking a shower before bed, but his eyes were gritty and, as he told the cat, warm naked boyfriend sounded good, and he could grab a shower in the morning. He upended his glass into the sink, and risked life and limb to scratch Sascha behind the ears before flipping the light and padding upstairs. ( Read more... )

In your favourite darkness

I'm slowly working my way back through this journal, tagging and tidying up as I go, and I realise that I never posted this story, after it came down from the competition site. Written in April 2005 for Torquere Press's Marvelous Month of Masturbation short fiction competition, where it was placed 3rd. Luke, Walker, masturbation .... nope, I still don;t see anything wrong with this picture :D

In your favourite darkness
by Alex Draven


He eased in the door, and was wrapped around immediately with the half-lit hush of no-one up to talk to. Jenna was staying over with Enrique, and he knew that Walker would already be in bed – coming home from late shifts to a basically empty house sucked. At least in the kitchen he could have the lights on, and there was Jenna's evil-tempered cat to talk to while he fixed a sandwich and finally got to take his shoes off. Late shifts sucked, and late shifts in retail sucked harder.

Luke contemplated taking a shower before bed, but his eyes were gritty and, as he told the cat, warm naked boyfriend sounded good, and he could grab a shower in the morning. He upended his glass into the sink, and risked life and limb to scratch Sascha behind the ears before flipping the light and padding upstairs. ( Read more... )