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(Long Pass Chronicles Series, #3)
By Tara Lain
Blurb:
Everyone wants the best for SCU student and tight end, Raven Nez—and they know exactly what that is. Enter the NFL draft, become a big football hero, promote his tribe’s casino, and make a lot of money to help people on the reservation. Just one problem. Raven really wants to work with gay kids, and while he loves his tribe and likes football, his visions for the future don’t mesh with theirs. Then the casino board hires a talented student filmmaker to create ads for the tribal business and asks Raven to work with him. But the filmmaker is Dennis Hascomb, a guy with so much to hide and a life so ugly it’s beyond Raven’s understanding. Still he’s drawn to Dennis's pain and incredible ability to survive. Captivated by Raven’s stories of the two-spirited and by the amazing joy of finally having a friend, Dennis knows he has to break free from everything he’s ever been taught was good—but that’s a struggle that could kill him and Raven, too. Is there a chance for “the great red hope” and the “whitest guy on earth”? A future for the serpent and the raven?
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Excerpts
Raven laid out paper plates with pizza, two Cokes, and a
bowl of potato chips on a box he used for a coffee table in front of the couch.
He set them up so that Dennis either had to sit on the floor—not too
comfortable, considering it was very worn carpet—or sit beside Raven. Maybe he
could get Dennis to relax a little.
The movie started, and Dennis took a bite of cheese and
artichoke hearts. He sighed and closed his eyes for a second.
Raven smiled. “Good?”
“Oh yeah. I always have dinner with my parents, which
means I never get to eat anything normal.”
“They must really have bought into all that crap about
eating together keeps the family together.”
“Yeah.” He pointed at the screen. “Okay, so you know this
was partly an homage to the old western serials, right?”
Raven wrote in the air as he said, “Cowboooooys in
Spaaaaaace.”
“Exactly. But it goes a lot deeper. It’s a real Biblical
epic battle of good versus evil. I mean Luke, right? This is the book of Luke.
And the Force. Interesting that most of the ordinary dumb bad guys make fun of
the ancient religion, but Darth Vader knows and uses the Force. That’s what
makes him so powerful. Darth, of course, is a play on Dark, and all the Darths
in the series are the most dangerous villains.”
“Vader is short for invader?”
“I think that’s where it came from, but did you know that
vader means father in Dutch?” He
laughed. “They probably weren’t so surprised at the whole ‘Luke’s father’
revelation in the Netherlands.”
“No kidding?”
Dennis leaned forward for a piece of pepperoni pizza just
as Raven grabbed for the same one. Their hands touched as they both held the
crust. Raven grinned. “If they did this in a movie, you’d probably say it was
contrived, right? Could never happen. The director should get a more original
idea to get them together.”
“Yeah.” Raven heard Dennis swallow.
“So now that you have us here, director Hascomb, what do
you plan to do with us?”
Dennis swallowed again, lifted his thumb, and gently rubbed
Raven’s little finger.
Well damn, he’d had a fair amount of sex in his
twenty-one years, but nothing had ever dived straight to his dick quite as fast
as that gentle caress. “Man, you do it for me.”
“I-I do?”
“Yeah. That’s no demand or even request. I just want you
to know.”
“What’s it like to kiss a guy?”
Their fingers stroked and twined. Nothing else moved if he
didn’t count the expanding of cocks. “I don’t know. It’s great. Maybe not that
different from kissing a girl. More stubble, I guess.” Raven wiped his other
hand across his chin. “But not from me. No beard.”
“I’ve never kissed a girl. I tried to have sex a couple
times but skipped the kissing part.”
“Well, hell, man. That means—”
On the screen, the 3-D projection of Princess Leia popped
out of the communication device in R2-D2. Dennis stared at their linked hands.
“Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi—”
Raven joined in. “You’re our only hope.” He reached a
hand around Dennis’s head and pulled him closer, then pressed half-open lips to
Dennis’s closed mouth. Stroking gently, he persuaded those full pink lips apart
and slipped his tongue slightly between. Dennis startled, but Raven held his
head just tight enough to keep them in contact, but not so tight as to scare
him.
Dennis shivered, made a little gurgling sound in his
throat, brought his hands up against Raven’s shoulders, and then—some dam gave
way. He dissolved in Raven’s arms, even wrapping his own around Raven’s chest,
and oh God, his mouth opened, accepting all of Raven’s tongue. Sweet. As Raven’s tongue slid in, Dennis
sucked. Jesus, Raven practically came just from the heat of that suction.
“Hi. I’ve been trying to reach you.”
Those blue-green eyes flicked all over the room. “Sorry.
I was so busy. When I found I had this short window, I just came here. I
figured you’d be tied up, so I didn’t bother you.”
Raven crossed his arms. “What’s going on?”
“What?” Dennis swallowed hard.
“Come on.” Raven took his arm and pulled. Dennis pulled
back, but Raven was stronger, and Dennis obviously didn’t want to make a scene,
so he walked as if it was his idea. Raven pushed the side door open and half
guided, half hauled Dennis out to the smoking patio, where no smokers were
currently hanging out. He dropped him in a chair and pulled another one over
beside him. “Talk.”
Dennis crossed his arms. “About what, Raven? I don’t have
much time, and I need to get some more footage.”
“I don’t care if you never get another inch of video
again.”
That got his attention. “What?”
“Two days ago you and I were dissecting Pulp Fiction and planning a video for
the Gay Youth Shelter. Now you won’t look me in the eye. What happened?”
He shook his head but said nothing.
“Dennis? I’m serious. I’m not going to work with you like
this.”
Again he just shook his head, but damn, were those tears?
Raven reached out and touched his hand. Dennis yanked his
hand back into his own lap.
“Come on.”
Dennis blinked. “Where?”
“We’re going for a walk.” He extended his hand. Dennis
didn’t take it, but he stood. Raven started walking, and Dennis fell in beside
him.
The casino stood on a patch of land that abutted a flood
control channel. They’d planted bushes and trees in a strip along the channel
to make it a pleasant walkway, with benches here and there. Since it was a
weekday, nobody was out. Raven ambled quietly for about fifteen minutes. Dennis
walked beside him but hardly seemed relaxed. His shoulders bowed, and he stared
at his feet. Finally Raven flopped down onto one of the benches. For a couple of
minutes Dennis stayed standing, but then he gave in and sat.
Raven picked up a small rock and tossed it. “Want to talk
about it?”
Dennis shook his head again.
“Something bad happened.” He didn’t make it a question.
“I guess.”
“Did I offend you in some way?”
His head snapped up. “No. No way, man.”
“But I must be involved somehow, or you wouldn’t be
avoiding me.”
“Kind of. I mean, indirectly.”
“Would it make a difference if I said I promise to be
discreet? Tell nobody unless you say it’s okay?”
“You know, don’t you?”
Raven shrugged. “No. I’m just thinking about what might
be upsetting you.”
“I think I’m gay.”
Raven smiled. “Two-spirited.”
Dennis cracked a half grin. “Did you guess that?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Do I look like a fag?”
Raven glanced at him sideways. “Remember who you’re talking
to.”
“Sorry. I just thought it might be like a big neon sign
on my head or something.”
“No. But I’m not usually attracted to straight men.”
Dennis’s head swung toward Raven in an arc. “Uh, do you,
I mean, uh—”
“Am I attracted to you? Yes, very.”
“Holy shit.” The H
came out in a long breath.
Raven looked over. “Does that idea appeal to you?”
“I think so.”
Not a ringing
endorsement. “So that’s why I thought there was a chance you were gay. I
sensed the attraction between us. That’s all.”
“All? Jesus, that’s kind of amazing.”
Better. “So is
that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
Dennis nodded. “Kind of. Being gay isn’t really
convenient for me.” He laughed, but it didn’t sound funny.
“Have you got a girlfriend?”
“No. Parents.”
“I know about that.”
That look of pain blinked in his eyes and was gone.
“So why do you think you’re gay?”
He frowned. “I thought you said I was.”
Raven grinned. “My word isn’t law on this subject. I just
said I thought you might be since I feel a pull between us. But maybe you’re
straight and I just think you’re gorgeous.”
Dennis swallowed. “Thank you. I think. I’ve kind of
suspected for a while. I don’t much like girls. Like that, I mean. Never have.
But I’ve never been with a guy.”
Raven smiled. “Are you asexual, or do you jerk off a
lot?”
He looked uncomfortable, but before Raven could tell him
not to answer, he said, “I spank the monkey when I can.” He breathed. Weird.
Most young guys jerked off all the time. Dennis raised his head. “But I’m not
asexual. I’m definitely attracted to guys.”
“Surprised you haven’t done anything about it. I’m sure
you’ve had interest.”
He stared at his hands. “It’s complicated.”
“Look, just because you think you’re gay doesn’t mean you
have to start cruising West Hollywood. Take it slow. It’s your life, man. Live
it like you want.” He should listen to his own advice.
“I wish.” Apparently they had that in common.
Birds chirped and breezes blew, but Dennis looked like he
was at the bottom of a well with no ladder.
Raven put a firm hand on Dennis’s arm. Dennis jumped, but
Raven didn’t move. “Hey, I like you. We have to work together. Let’s just be
friends and not worry about the rest, okay?”
“Really?” He looked up with pleading eyes.
“Yeah. What do you think, I have to jump your bones just
because you’re pretty? We have two videos to make, right? Maybe, if you’ve got
time, we have some movies to see and shit.” Raven grinned.
For a second he thought Dennis might cry. Instead he
smiled like he’d witnessed the second coming. “I’d like that, man.”
“Good. So would I. Now let’s get back to the buffet and
video it right before we eat some of it, okay?”
Dennis smiled, but as they walked, he wiped a hand across
his eyes.
The Long Pass Chronicles Series
About the Author
Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her bestselling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soulmate husband and her soulmate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!You can find Tara at
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