Hey, could I ask you guys a favor? I guess I never told you. “So, Alvish, what did it feel like growing so fast? Even your hair grew, man.” But the history building was on the way to the art department so he hung with them.Ĭhen looked past Sammy toward Alvish. The guy loved to paint, even if his life was planned around numbers. He needed to get his brush in his hand and forget everything for an hour. Sammy started to walk toward class again. And this transformation was also damned strange.
This new Alvish was so hot Sammy held his art case in front of his crotch, trying not to spill the beans… or whatever else was inclined to spill. Now Sammy wanted to start at Alvish’s toes and lick his way to the tops of those ears in one huge orgy of oral gratification. Sammy had fought his attraction to his friend every day of their acquaintance, but Alvish used to be a skinny, short guy with big, pointed ears. And”-Sammy waved at the masterpiece in front of him-“and weren’t your eyes brown?” I mean, aren’t you twenty? Who grows that much at twenty? You only came up to my chin last semester. “Summer, hells! What happened to you?”Īlvish shrugged, flexing his muscular shoulders. But those ears didn’t lie.Īlvish, the BFF who only two months before had been inches shorter than Sammy, now looked down on him by an inch or more. The painting guy got closer, and the wind caught the nearly shoulder-length hair and tossed it back from his perfect face. His baggy jeans tightened over hard thighs as he moved, and they outlined a package that looked better than a birthday present to Sammy. In the painting he’d been tall and lean, but in motion his walk was like music in human form. Coming toward him, smiling exactly like the painting, was a guy. “Speak of the devil.” Chen nodded down the sidewalk. Tall with long hair.”Ĭhen started to laugh. “Hey, have you seen any new guys around? Really handsome. Excerpt: Brush with Catastrophe by Tara Lain
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