It’s been a while, my lovely Pervy Readers! I’ve been so busy. Thank you so much for keeping Spark And Flame #1 on Amazon for almost two weeks. Writing about Aiden and Lane is such a joy and it makes me so happy to see how much you enjoy reading about them. They’re a special pair, those two. But I have so many adorable men waiting to be shared and I have to let Aiden and Lane catch their breath.
I think you’re going to love Noah and Jackson. Noah is charismatic and fun and Jackson is cautious and quiet. But they’re not really opposites. They’re more like different pieces that make something beautifully balanced when they’re together. And they have a delightful chemistry when the clothes fall off. You can read all about them in Under The Stars but I thought I’d give you a peek here.
“I brought wine,” Noah sang as he hopped to his feet and Jackson groaned as he fell back on the sofa and covered his face with his hands.
“It’s going to taste like dirty vinegar,” he complained and Noah snorted.
“You need to learn to appreciate good wine,” he said as he went into the kitchen and Jackson’s nose wrinkled at the sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle. Noah shook his head in disbelief. If he did anything before he left Waterloo Falls, he would teach Jackson to love wine. “Don’t worry. I brought a very strong, sweet white,” he announced and hunted for glasses as Jackson peeled himself off the sofa and stumbled into the kitchen. There were no wine glasses so Noah settled for two mugs. “You’ll like this,” he promised as he handed a mug to Jackson. He watched as Jackson sniffed cautiously then took a tiny sip. His head pulled back and he looked surprised before he took a longer drink then nodded.
“That’s good,” he declared and Noah grinned as he filled Jackson’s mug.
“Congratulations, you have the pallet of a Midwestern housewife,” he teased and Jackson shrugged.
“I’m drinking wine, aren’t I?” He asked and Noah nodded.
“Yes, you are,” he said and raised his mug of moscato in salute before taking a drink. He was glad Jackson was enjoying the wine. He wanted him as relaxed as possible his first time. He studied Jackson over his mug as he drank. “Can I ask you a question?” He asked and Jackson shrugged again.
“You can ask me two,” he said and Noah pointed and grinned back at him.
“I’ll ask you three,” Noah said. “Why do you pretend you aren’t clever?” He asked and Jackson’s eyes went to the ceiling.
“I’m not really,” he said and Noah’s tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he pointed at the bookshelf.
“Half of those books are in Latin,” he said and Jackson stared into his mug.
“Men have been learning Latin for thousands of years,” he murmured. “Plenty of people know Latin,” Jackson argued and Noah rolled his eyes.
“I struggled with it through school and almost steered away from medicine because of it,” he admitted and Jackson chuckled.
“Maybe you shouldn’t act like you’re so clever,” he teased and Noah nodded in agreement.
“Oh, I’m not the least bit clever,” he said and waved around him. “This is all my idea of clever,” he said and Jackson looked doubtful and Noah nodded. “It is! You built two lovely homes and furnished them almost completely with things you crafted with your hands. And it’s all so beautifully done. You’re very precise but at the same time quite artistic,” he said and Jackson’s cheeks turned pink as he raised his mug and drained it.
“Men have been building things with wood longer than they’ve been speaking languages,” he said and Noah raised a brow. It was the most he’d heard Jackson talk and it was all very astute and honest.
“Very well, that’s two. Why haven’t you hooked up with Joshua?” He asked and Jackson shook his head as he reached for the bottle and refilled his mug.
“Even if I had the nerve to be out like that, he wouldn’t be interested,” he said as he passed Noah the bottle and he snorted.
“I’d wager he would be,” Noah said as he poured and Jackson looked even more dubious than before.
“Most people aren’t into shy oafs who like to read,” he said and Noah raised his glass.
“Latin,” he added. “That’s incredibly sexy,” he said and Jackson shook his head in disbelief. “Then there’s the whole lumberjack thing,” Noah said and Jackson looked confused. “That’s borderline fetish and nearly universal,” he said and Jackson’s head cocked forward.
“What are you talking about?” He said and Noah’s jaw fell.
“You’re very much the ideal lumberjack,” he said as he gestured down Jackson’s body. Actually, a delightfully exposed, gorgeously fit and semi-aroused lumberjack, Noah decided. Jackson neglected to tie his robe when he got up and Noah wasn’t about to remind him.
“I don’t now if that’s even a thing but I wouldn’t be it,” he said and Noah looked at him as if he was speaking Latin.
“Of course it’s a thing!” He argued and Jackson looked at him expectantly. “It’s like cowboys,” he explained and Jackson’s lips twisted.
“There isn’t one type of cowboy,” he said and Noah laughed as he drank.
“Oh, mate…” He murmured. “For a boy from London, there was one very particular type of cowboy,” he said and Jackson blinked back at him and Noah thew up his hand in disbelief. “The Marlboro Man!” He said and Jackson grinned.
“Right. He is a very iconic cowboy but not the only cowboy,” he said and Noah rolled his eyes.
“My first erection was due to The Marlboro Man, thank you,” he admitted then waved airily. “But if you did an internet search for “Cowboy” you’d see just about the same thing over and over again,” he said and Jackson didn’t look convinced.
“You’d see John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, Yosemite Sam, John Travolta…” He said and Noah shook his head.
“You’d see a lot of tan men, most with hats pulled low over their faces, tight jeans, boots, maybe a rope around their shoulder, a gun and holster…” He said and Jackson shrugged.
“But any type of man can wear that,” he argued. “I could wear that and it would make me as much as a cowboy as the next guy,” he added and Noah exhaled loudly.
“Ohhhh… Please, do!” He begged and Jackson’s head pulled back.
“You’d like it if I dressed up as a cowboy?” He asked and Noah felt dizzy.
“You’d make a very convincing cowboy,” he said. “But not nearly as convincing as a lumberjack,” Noah said and Jackson shook his head as he drank.
“I get that I do a lot with wood but aside from that…” He stopped when Noah hugged his middle and roared.
“You can’t be serious!” He cried. “Look at you! You’re the lumberjack and you’re ridiculously gorgeous,” Noah said and Jackson looked totally stunned and Noah was even more flabbergasted.
“Is it the beard?” He asked almost timidly and Noah gasped.
“The beard, the dark, tousled hair, the fact that you’re as big as a tree and look like you toss them about in your spare time,” he said and went ahead and pointed at Jackson’s exposed chest and stomach. “You might as well be carved from wood and you’ve got just the right amount of body hair,” he added and Jackson finally realized his robe was gaping and turned away for some odd reason as he tied it. Noah laughed as he grabbed the second bottle he’d brought and quickly dispatched the cork.
“I didn’t realize there was a body hair requirement for lumberjacks,” Jackson grumbled and Noah’s head tilted from side to side as he considered.
“You definitely have to have some but not too much,” he said and Jackson grabbed the bottle and poured. At the rate they were going, he’d be too relaxed for Noah’s purposes.
“I think you’ve given this way too much thought,” he said. “I doubt there’s any actual science behind this,” Jackson declared and Noah nodded.
“Oh, there is!” He said. “Right around Burt Reynolds on the bear skinned rug,” he said then hummed happily as he pictured it. “You’re like a cross between him and Magnum P.I. Tom Selleck but bigger and with the beard.” He watched as Jackson turned a brighter pink and shook his head.
“You’re out of your mind,” he pointed out and Noah thought there was a good chance he would be soon if they didn’t stop talking about cowboys and lumberjacks and he didn’t get to finally have sex with his very own lumberjack.
“Superman!” He said as he pointed at Jackson and his hand stretched across his brow as he shook his head.
“Superman was definitely not a lumberjack,” he said as he frowned at the bottles on the counter. “We’re drinking the same thing, right?” He asked and Noah giggled.
“Hear me out!” He insisted. “The new Superman, when he’s got the beard!” Noah said and Jackson grinned dreamily.
“Yeah, he was a hot lumberjack,” he agreed and Noah waved at Jackson triumphantly and he frowned back at him.
“That’s you!” He said and nodded quickly. “You look very much like him and you’re both very classic lumberjacks,” Noah said and Jackson was baffled as he stared back. “How do you not see it?” Noah asked as he pointed and Jackson shook his head. “All you need is some red flannel,” he said and Jackson’s eyes subconsciously flicked in the direction of his bedroom closet. “Oh, God, you’ve got some,” Noah whispered and Jackson shrugged.
“I do,” he answered hesitantly and Noah’s mug slammed on the counter before he snatched Jackson’s then grabbed his wrist.
“Go!” He commanded as he rushed Jackson from the kitchen.
“What?” He asked as he looked over his shoulder as Noah pushed him toward the stairs.
“We’re going to need you to put on that flannel,” Noah said. “For scientific purposes,” he added as he dashed to the coffee table and grabbed the condoms and lube then practically hurled Jackson up the stairs.
“Jesus, calm down!” He said and Noah shook his head as he waved for Jackson to hurry down the hall.
“I’m afraid this is a sex emergency,” he declared as he followed Jackson into his bedroom. His eyes went to the bed and he laughed at the green plaid bedspread. “That’s a lumberjack’s bed!” He declared and Jackson’s hand dragged down his face.
“That’s hideous. The dry cleaner destroyed my favorite comforter,” he said. “I keep that for when it gets cold,” Jackson complained and Noah nodded.
“I’m so relieved. That thing is rather sad,” he said then pointed at Jackson’s closet. “Flannel, now!” He ordered and Jackson looked slightly irritated but mostly skeptical. “You’ll see,” Noah said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the closet door and watched as Jackson chose between three red flannel shirts. Perhaps he wasn’t as astute and Noah thought. He shrugged into one and Noah didn’t even wait for him to button it before he grabbed his wrist again and drug him from the closet and pushed him in front of the dresser mirror. “Come on!” Noah demanded as he waved toward Jackson’s reflection and his head tilted as he stared and Noah held his breath.
“I’m pretty sure a lumberjack would be wearing pants,” he mumbled and Noah covered his mouth to keep from yelling as his patience finally evaporated then fisted his hand in Jackson’s hair as he stood behind him at the dresser.
“Look at you!” He gasped in Jackson’s ear as his free hand wrapped around Jackson’s beard. “You’ve got the beard,” he said as his hand slid down Jackson’s neck and his fingers trailed through his chest hair. “Body hair,” he added to the list as his hand spread and glided across his chest. “You’re clearly as big as a tree,” Noah panted as his hand swept lower and closed around Jackson’s very thick erection and he grunted and his eyelids fell.
“Are you about to make a wood pun?” He asked and Noah shook his head as he grabbed Jackson’s hips and locked his ass against his groin and ground hard so Jackson could feel what he was doing to him. Jackson’s eyes were dark as they met Noah’s in the mirror and his hands pressed against Jacksons chest as he panted into his ear.
“Every inch of you is so hard,” Noah groaned as he rocked against the cleft of Jackson’s ass. “You even taste like the forest,” he said as his tongue slid up Jackson’s neck and he hissed as he arched against Noah.
“Fine!” He said and licked his lips. “I’m a lumberjack,” Jackson ground out as he pushed back against Noah’s hard-on. “If that’s what you want,” he added and Noah shook his head as he pushed Jackson forward and he braced his hands on the dresser.
“I want you,” he breathed. “And I want this,” he said as his fingers curved around Jackson’s arse and he shivered as he looked back at Noah.
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