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Safe Harbor [MultiFormat]
eBook by Elizabeth Brooks
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Rafe's first dozen years were brutal, defined by privation in the slums of the free city Haven. When Maestro Servio, Haven's finest shipwright, offers the boy a position as an apprentice, Rafe finds himself bewildered and confused by a world he's never hoped to enter, and suffering nightmares, memories of the past he only wants to leave behind. In order to survive, he relies desperately on his fellow apprentice, Tyver. As they enter adulthood together, Rafe realizes that his friendship with Tyver has grown into something deeper. He dreams of making Tyver his lover, but before that dream can come true, Rafe must set aside lessons of pain and fear that he's learned all too well, and instead learn to trust not only Tyver, but himself.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Absinthe, Published: www.torquerepress.com, 2011
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2011
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Tyver whimpered, a hungry, helpless sound that drove the last vestiges of rational thought from Rafe's brain. They kissed like starving men at a feast, fierce and yet tender, neither willing to be the first to break contact. Rafe's hand clenched in Tyver's hair -- it had to hurt, but Rafe was unable to let go; Tyver cradled Rafe in his arms gingerly, desperate not to spoil this chance.
When at last the need for air drove its thin wedge between them, Tyver groaned with desire and then laughed, soft and slightly hysterical. "I guess that means you're ready to give it another try?" His dark eyes were filled suddenly with fear. "I don't know how to-- I don't know what not to do, Rafe. You have to help me."
"I know," Rafe soothed. He rested his forehead against Tyver's, breathing him in. "But I don't always know, either. Just... trust me that I won't blame you if I panic. All right?" He grimaced. "And... I'm sorry, but... be patient with me?"
Tyver laughed again. "I've been waiting for so long, already, what's another few years?"
Rafe shuddered. "Gods, I hope not that long." He brushed Tyver's lips with his, marveling anew at the feel.
Tyver writhed, fighting his own urge to press his body against Rafe's. "Touch me," he begged. "Put your hands on me. Please, Rafe."
Desire raced through Rafe's veins like wildfire, leaving him breathless. He laid his hand flat against Tyver's chest, felt the pounding of Tyver's heart. Shaking, he opened Tyver's shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. Years of sharing a room and even a bed had left them very little room for modesty; Rafe had seen Tyver's body countless times, but never through a lover's eyes. He had known Tyver was beautiful, but never fully appreciated the fact.
Rafe traced the contours of Tyver's shoulders, outlining work-hardened muscles with his fingertips. Tyver's eyes were closed, his breath all but held, so still that Rafe could hear the rasp of his own calloused fingers against Tyver's skin.
Rafe watched, fascinated, as Tyver's skin twitched and quivered with each light touch. It seemed incredible to him that he could possess such power. He dragged a fingertip across one of Tyver's cinnamon-colored nipples; it responded instantly, drawing up into a small, hard nub. Tyver groaned softly, and the sound traveled straight to Rafe's cock. He had to hear it again. He brushed over Tyver's other nipple, then gently pinched them both, testing their hardness.
Tyver's skin was irresistible. Rafe kissed the side of his neck, then dipped his tongue into the well of Tyver's collarbone. Tyver twisted like a man in torment, but sighed like a prayer. "Rafe, oh Rafe, yes..." ENDEXCERPT
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