Catching a Buzz
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by Ally Blue
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Can a straight-laced business student and an indie boy with a thing for extremely personal electronics turn one night's wild ride into a trip to last forever? A Midsummer Night's Steam story Adam Holderman isn't your typical twenty-something college boy. He prefers jazz to Goth, shuns body piercings and street-waif clothing, and despises the lack of vocabulary among his peers. Some call him uptight, but Adam doesn't see it that way. Just because he prefers his men articulate and well-groomed doesn't make him a stick-in-the-mud. He simply has standards, unlike most guys his age. The new employee at Wild Waters Park, where Adam works, single-handedly throws a monkey wrench into Adam's orderly world view. Buzz Stiles wears eyeliner and black clothes, listens to emo bands, and talks like a teenage skate punk. He's the polar opposite of Adam's avowed "type". So why can't Adam get him out of his head? When Adam finally agrees to go out with Buzz, he finds there's much more to Buzz than a hot body, a sharp wit, and a Goth fashion sense. Buzz is someone Adam can see himself being with for the long haul. But you need more than mind-melting sex to make a relationship last. Can they keep their hands off each other long enough to find out if they have what it takes? Product Warnings This title contains the following: graphic language, explicit male/male sex, inappropriate use of personal electronic devices, and gratuitous disco dancing.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2007
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [124 KB]
Reading time: 70-99 min.
Buzz asked him out again the next day, while they were working the side-by-side water slides in the children's area.
"We don't have to, you know..." Putting a thumb and forefinger together in a circle, Buzz made a decidedly lewd gesture with his other hand. "We can just catch a show or something."
A blush crept up Adam's neck and into his cheeks. "Good grief, Buzz. Do you have to do that?"
"What?" Buzz lifted a towheaded toddler into position at the top of the slide and nudged him down the yellow plastic slope. "Are you worried about the kids? C'mon, they don't know what that means."
"Doesn't matter. What if one of them goes home and shows their parents the neat hand gesture they learned from the guy on the slide? You'd get fired."
"Good point." Buzz waited until Adam sent a little girl in a SpongeBob swimsuit down the slide, then leaned close enough for Adam to catch his sun-and-sweat scent. "So what about it? There's a poetry slam at Darkshines tonight, wanna go?"
He's courtin' you, Scarlett purred. You're not going to turn him down again, are you? Such an attractive young man.
"No thanks," Adam answered, ignoring Scarlett and her prodding. No way was he spending his evening listening to a bunch of emo kids recite their overwrought odes to misery, even if he did want to go out with Buzz. Which he didn't.
"We don't have to--"
"Yeah, you said that," Adam interrupted before Buzz could make it even clearer. "I'm not really a fan of poetry slams."
Buzz shrugged. "Suit yourself, dude."
He turned back to his work, seemingly unaffected by Adam's refusal. To Adam's annoyance, part of him felt stung by the fact that Buzz didn't continue the pursuit.
Stop it, he admonished himself, helping a gangly preteen boy settle his baby sister on his lap for a trip down the slide. What are you, an eighth-grade girl? You don't want to go out with him anyway. He's not your type.
Inside his head, Scarlett chuckled. Honey, that boy's hotter than blacktop in July, and he's got a hankerin' for you. Tell him you changed your mind.
"But I didn't," he blurted. "I don't want to."
Shoving his sunglasses on top of his head, Buzz shot Adam a puzzled look. "What'd you say?"
Adam cringed. When would he learn not to answer Scarlett out loud? "Nothing," he mumbled. "Just talking to myself."
Buzz laughed. "You're weird."
You have no idea. Adam kept that thought to himself.