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Zero to 165
by AR Moler
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Most of the time life bumps along pretty predictably, viruses and vacations, Christmas and work issues, career and relationship choices. This is certainly true for part time Division P operatives Mason Flynn and Cameron Bradshaw. Mason is a doctor and a healer. Cam is a Navy pilot and a finder. Between building a life together and the stresses of managing both their part time and full time careers, life is pretty full for both guys. But sometimes, life throws a world-altering curve ball. Laws change. The past reaches out into the present and drops a miraculous bomb. Psychic stresses develop. People's realities alter in unpredictable ways. But Mason and Cam have each other even as their life grows in some very, very unexpected ways. Mason and Cam first appeared in Hell Dogs Squadron and Seeking the Balance.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/High Ball, 2012 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: August 2012
 
9 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [166 KB]
Words: 36584
Reading time: 104-146 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
When Cam lifted a row of books off the shelf, several photos fluttered out. He set the books in a stack on the floor and picked up the pictures. One was of a dark hair girl who Cam didn't recognize but thought she bore a resemblance to Mason; another was Kyle Marrin, Steve Viletti, and Mason in front of an obviously new sign in front of their orthopedic practice. The last photo was the one that puzzled Cam. It showed Nathan Carter, who was an old college buddy of Mason's and a tall man with dark wavy shoulder length hair and a neatly trimmed full beard. Holy shit, on second glance Cam realized the man with the long hair was Mason.
"I piled some stuff from my desk over in front of the closet. Some of it's really old. I didn't realize I still had a whole bunch of zip disks from about a decade ago. I don't even have a zip drive anymore, so I'm going to have to take them to work to use one of the older computers there to even see what's on them," said Mason, coming back into the den.
"I guess that's one of the benefits of moving frequently, I purge and throw away stuff pretty regularly."
"What are you looking at?" Mason came over and peered over Cam's shoulder.
"A picture of you. When did you ever wear your hair that long? Or do the beard thing? You shave damn near every morning."
Mason gave him a grin. "My senior year in college. I was in full out rebel mode, waiting to hear which med schools might accept me."
"God, that's such a hot look on you."
"Meaning I look like chopped liver these days?" Mason dead panned.
"Hell no." Cam laid the photo on the books and pushed Mason back against the wall. "You are still the hottest guy I've ever known." He nipped at Mason's lower lip. "Now I'm going to have fantasies of running my fingers through your long, thick hair while I fuck you into the mattress."
"Hmm, new kinks of yours I didn't know about? Is this hair fetish a by-product of past girlfriends?"
"Maybe, I don't know. Your hair's so amazingly thick to start with, the idea of tangling my hand in it while I kiss you..."
Mason smirked, spread his legs and pulled Cam tight against him. He tilted his head and kissed Cam long and slow. Their hips lined up enough to press their cocks together. It was a pleasant grind, enough pressure to give some friction but too many layers of clothing to get any real satisfaction out of it. That was okay; Cam wasn't in any hurry.
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