Of course I’m happy we’ll get to see the end, but still sad too. Now I’ll never know if Chris and Zach have more kids! Or if Chris ever sees his not-rapist again!
Welllll… you might end up knowing some of that, js.
Tag: Cleaving
hey, hello, I hope everything is going well and that you’re blessed with productivity!! so excited to read your new stuff✨✨ lots of support from your resident lurker
Thank you so much! I hope to finish it up this weekend O.O I’m a little shocked, but now that I have a plan it seems like I should be able to do it.
Thanks for the support!
This is so, so amazing. I cannot wait to read the ending. ❤
Aw, thank you! I can’t wait for it to be read…
I’m so excited but I’m so terrified that it’s endiiiiiiing
But isn’t that better than me taking more and more time to update? It really does need to end, though I’m thrilled, of course, that people enjoy the Bleary Boys’ stories. Once it’s done, you can think of your own adventures for them. After this chapter I’ll have one brief epilogue, and then leave them to their off-screen lives. Though of course I pretty much said the same thing at the end of Bleary, so… never say never.
Hah! I love this!
Thank you! I can’t believe I might be finishing this chapter up…it’s only taken me six months smh
Few Words Wednesday…a bit late
From Cleaving:
When Zach returned to the bedroom he was confronted with a sight that stopped him in his tracks: Chris, sitting naked and cross-legged on the bed, tuning his guitar. Before he could look up, Zach had his phone out and was snapping a picture.
“That is not going on Instagram.” Chris warned.
“Nope. This is just for me,” Zach said, taking one more with Chris eying him with the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen, even on Chris. The damned iPhone would never capture it. Maybe he’d convince Chris to let him bring the fancy SLR camera to bed later if he promised to abide Chris’ typical nudity clause. “Anyway, I don’t think I want anyone else seeing you like this.”
Chris looked down at himself, noticing all the places the guitar covered, and snorted. “Pretty sure they’ve seen more of me than this on the big screen. Multiple times.”
“True. That parachute scene was a classic. And way more revealing than my ‘Bleary, Hairy Man in Bed’ Instagram series. But I was thinking more of… I don’t know. You sitting naked on the bed, all damp still from the shower, holding your guitar…it somehow seems more revealing than your hairless balls sliding down a windshield.”
Chris shook his head with a laugh. “Yeah, well, I’m not in character at present. And you know… the things we do for quirky little films. Anyway, I really don’t mind your Instagram fetish. I just prefer not to have my face in those things. And I prefer it PG.”
“I’m well aware,” Zach said, sitting on the bed facing Chris. “So, what have you been practicing?”
Chris bit his lip, suddenly shy, which made Zach laugh out loud, considering what they’d just been up to. “Is it sweet?” he asked.
“You’re such an ass,” Chris complained with a smile.
“Yeah, but I’m your ass,” he answered, waving his left hand to show off the ring. “Forever.”
Do the write!!
@cheile and I are sprinting ‘til :15…join us!
Six(ish) Sentence Sunday on Monday
From Cleaving:
Zach closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, shifting slightly to get a jet positioned between his shoulder-blades and tangling his legs with Chris’. He felt Chris’ legs shift as he stretched, and then something icy cold touched his hand. He smiled, taking the glass of Prosecco, opening his eyes as he felt Chris lean back.
“How many times have we actually done this?” Chris asked, reaching back to turn off the water.
Zach hadn’t realized how loud the rushing water had been until the sound was gone. The air almost shifted as the prevalent sounds became the much softer hum of the jets and atmospheric groove of the music.
“Done what? Relaxed?”
“No.” Chris took a sip, thinking. “Just, our entire friendship, before we got together, I always thought of you as this really sensual guy.”
“Hedonistic, you mean.”
Chris laughed. “No. I wasn’t going to say that. Just… enjoyed your senses. I mean, we’ve had great meals together, and great sex, and I know I can get pretty tactile at times—”
“You?”
Chris kicked at him, and Zach caught at his foot under the water with a laugh and held it, stroking Chris’ ankle with his thumb. Chris’ eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed against the tub again. “Hmmm. But we don’t seem to do this very often.”
Zach knew what he meant. “We’re dads,” he said simply. “With careers. We’re lucky if we stay awake through a movie on the sofa after Nathan’s gone to bed. And, in our defense, we do an almost embarrassing amount of snuggling on those nights.” And it didn’t always stay innocent. Zach thought back to a particular night when the mood shifted unexpectedly during a movie and Chris was suddenly needy and responsive and deliciously demanding, asking Zach to take him for the first time. A shiver ran through Zach. That had been ages ago: before they’d learned each others bodies. Before they’d gotten so bogged down in work they’d forgotten to enjoy them.
“We are dads,” Chris answered. “And that’s important. And so is the work, for as long as we can keep at it. But this is important, too. I don’t want to forget about this anymore,” he said, running a hand along Zach’s calf. “Even after the next three days are over.”
Six(ish) Sentence Sunday on Monday
From Cleaving:
Zach closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, shifting slightly to get a jet positioned between his shoulder-blades and tangling his legs with Chris’. He felt Chris’ legs shift as he stretched, and then something icy cold touched his hand. He smiled, taking the glass of Prosecco, opening his eyes as he felt Chris lean back.
“How many times have we actually done this?” Chris asked, reaching back to turn off the water.
Zach hadn’t realized how loud the rushing water had been until the sound was gone. The air almost shifted as the prevalent sounds became the much softer hum of the jets and atmospheric groove of the music.
“Done what? Relaxed?”
“No.” Chris took a sip, thinking. “Just, our entire friendship, before we got together, I always thought of you as this really sensual guy.”
“Hedonistic, you mean.”
Chris laughed. “No. I wasn’t going to say that. Just… enjoyed your senses. I mean, we’ve had great meals together, and great sex, and I know I can get pretty tactile at times—”
“You?”
Chris kicked at him, and Zach caught at his foot under the water with a laugh and held it, stroking Chris’ ankle with his thumb. Chris’ eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed against the tub again. “Hmmm. But we don’t seem to do this very often.”
Zach knew what he meant. “We’re dads,” he said simply. “With careers. We’re lucky if we stay awake through a movie on the sofa after Nathan’s gone to bed. And, in our defense, we do an almost embarrassing amount of snuggling on those nights.” And it didn’t always stay innocent. Zach thought back to a particular night when the mood shifted unexpectedly during a movie and Chris was suddenly needy and responsive and deliciously demanding, asking Zach to take him for the first time. A shiver ran through Zach. That had been ages ago: before they’d learned each others bodies. Before they’d gotten so bogged down in work they’d forgotten to enjoy them.
“We are dads,” Chris answered. “And that’s important. And so is the work, for as long as we can keep at it. But this is important, too. I don’t want to forget about this anymore,” he said, running a hand along Zach’s calf. “Even after the next three days are over.”
Added 800 words and got through the sex scene I’ve been avoiding for literally months. Now I’m off to a family function.
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