FREE SHORT STORY! OUT WITH TOYS- Part 1 (A Braden and Elliot Short, from Out on the Serve)

Out on the Serve fans, I have a surprise for you! If you’ve read Elliot and Braden’s story, you may recall a scene where they discuss a few…toys (cough, cough). I actually wrote a small passage that didn’t make the final cut. I intended to release it as a “deleted scene”, but then figured it would be much more fun to visit the boys and get a bigger peek at their lives. And inside their nightstand drawer. LOL

This short story will be released in three parts. The first two will be posted here and the final one with all parts included, will be posted in my newsletter. If you’d like to subscribe, you can do so here. I’m hoping to post part two by next weekend and the final part a few days later. This portion is unedited. The final one, however, will be edited.

Also…Out on the Serve is available in paperback now and is coming very soon to audio! Woohoo! Michael Dean (Pauley) is working on it now. If Audible cooperates, it will hopefully be released within a month.

Without further adieu, here is Part 1 of “Out with Toys”…

Happy Reading! Lane xoOUT WITH TOYS, A Braden and Elliot Short Story (Part 1)-

Moving sucked. I hadn’t personally had to schlep my crap around in over three years. I didn’t realize how draining it could be to take a hard look at the ancient T-shirts in the bottom of my dresser drawer and decide which ones were coming to our new pad in Manhattan Beach. According to my boyfriend, there wasn’t room for all of them. Then again, he might not notice.

I snuck a sideways peek at Braden diligently wrapping the framed photos he’d taken off the walls in our room. He hummed while he worked, and fuck if he didn’t look happy as a clam. My man loved to clean, straighten, tidy, and organize. I felt like a whiny five year old who’d been told he wouldn’t get dessert until he put his toys away while Braden was literally in his happy place. Ugh. There were easily twenty fun things we could be doing and that was just the clothing-optional list. But no, we had to pack. I sighed heavily then narrowed my gaze.

Nah, he wouldn’t notice. I emptied half of my bottom drawer and dumped it into the box beside me.

“What are you doing, El?”

Busted.

“Nothin’. Just packing.”

Braden rolled his eyes then carefully propped the frame against the bare wall and came over to investigate.

“We talked about this, babe. Our new place is bigger but we still don’t have room for all this stuff. And what’s the point in bringing a bunch of old clothes you never wear?” He grabbed the T-shirt lying on top. “What is this thing anyway?”

“Are you kidding me?” I snagged it from him and held it up, flattening it against my chest. “This is a prize concert tee from Coachella. I’ve had this for five years ago.”

He cocked his head and squinted. “What band is it?”

“It’s not a band. It’s all the bands.” I turned it around to inspect the lettering and gave up after a minute. “Um, I think this was the year Drake headlined.”

“Right. Or it could be a volleyball practice tee from your senior year of high school,” Braden snarked. “I cannot believe I’m in love with a hoarder.”

“I’m not a hoarder. I’m a conservationist.”

“Oh, brother.”

“It’s true. I take great pride in preserving local cultural. This T-shirt might be volleyball gold some day.”

“When?”

“I don’t know the exact date, smart ass. Just…some day in the future when I’m a beach legend.”

He pursed his lips in amusement and nodded. “Okay, that’s fair. But I thought you said it was a concert tee.”

I scowled then studied the faded yellow garment, noting the hole in the seam and a freaky looking stain in the armpit. “Uh…okay. I give up. I don’t know what the fuck this is.”

“No one knows, El. And no offense, but I don’t even think Goodwill wants that one.”

“Fine.” I threw the shirt across the room then tugged at Braden’s wrist when he kneeled up. I yanked him off balance and tackled him, pinning his arms next to his ears. “I don’t want to pack anymore. It’s exhausting. I need a nap. You look like you could use a little rest too.”

Braden hooked his legs around my ass and grinned. “We only have time for a short one. We’re going to Colby and Sky’s for dinner in an hour.”

I rubbed my nose against his before pressing kisses along his jaw then down his neck. “We can be late.”

“That would be rude,” he moaned, arching his back when I rolled my pelvis over his. Damn, the feel of his cock against mine never got old.

Braden and I had been “roommates” for seven months and boyfriends for five of those months. Maybe that didn’t seem like a very long, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Braden Marquette was my forever person. And I knew I was his. I’d never been with anyone who fit me, got me, challenged me, and rocked my world all in one. I was head over heels for him. The best part was knowing he felt the same way about me.

I might be…how did he put it?…organizationally challenged, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I’d like to think I helped him keep perspective. Sure, there might be a place for everything, but the world wouldn’t end if your shoes didn’t make it in the closet before you went to bed, right?

“They’d understand,” I purred, nibbling his bottom. Our workout shorts didn’t leave much to the imagination, and fuck, the tease of friction felt amazing. I lowered myself over him and grinded a little harder then whispered in his ear, “I’d just tell them we had to finish packing…my dick into your ass.”

“Or my dick in your ass.”

“I’d be down with that. But you’ve got to pin me down first.”

“Easy.” Braden barked in amusement then wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek before bucking his hips, and rolling sideways. He climbed on top of me…or tried to anyway. I wrestled him off and it was game on. We were laughing pretty hard by the time he straddled my thighs and declared himself the winner. “Say it, El. Braden dominates. He is my master.”

“In your dreams,” I snorted. “I’m just resting.”

“You’re flat on your back, babe. I can do any sexy thing I want to you right now.”

“Okay. I like the sound of that. What are you going to do? Be specific…graphic is fine.”

Braden gave me an evil grin as he sat up and surveyed our bedroom. I didn’t have to look around to know it was a bit of a disaster. He insisted on making the bed every day, but the floor was covered with discarded clothes and junk I’d pulled out of drawers. He knew moving wasn’t going to be pretty, but the poor guy looked a little shell-shocked. I couldn’t blame him. Braden kept most of his clothes and his extremely uncomfortable futon in his old room. As long as the closet door remained shut, he’d probably had no idea how much crap I really owned.

“Graphic? Um, want to watch you clean out your nightstand…naked.”

I furrowed my brow and shook my head in mock dismay. “That is not sexy. In fact, that’s the opposite of sexy.”

“Au contraire! It’s where we keep the lube and that butt plug you bought me for Christmas.”

“Hmm. True. All right.” I pushed him off me, stripped out of my clothes as I crawled on all fours to the nightstand.

“Feel free to shake your ass a little.” Braden chuckled then picked up one of my shirts and folded it neatly before reaching for another.

“You want a show or do you—wait. Are you organizing my clothes?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he deadpanned, moving on to the next shirt. “Am I getting my show or not?”

“Don’t throw my shirts away when I’m not looking,” I grumbled, pulling open the bottom drawer of the nightstand.

I grinned like a mad man when I remembered what was buried under a couple of ancient tees I might have used as cum rags a while ago. I deftly stuffed the crusty old shirts under my bed then gathered up my goodies.

“I won’t. But c’mon, you don’t wear more than half of these sh—Holy crap! Is that what I think it is?”

“Well, if you think it’s my dildo collection, you’ve guessed correctly.” I waggled my eyebrows lasciviously then sat on the bed and arranged the three dildos in a neat line before patting the space beside me. “Come here.”

He obeyed, warily eying the toys before gingerly picking up the smallest one, a ten inch pink dildo. “This one looks like ours.”

Ours.

Okay, this was a sex toy we were talking about, but that word got me every time. I wasn’t just me anymore. I was part of “us”. That little pronoun bound me to him in ways that made my heart flip. I know…nuts. I had a romantic streak, for sure. And this wasn’t my first significant relationship. However, this was the one mattered most.

Every girl and guy before Braden taught me how to be a better partner to him. I’d learned patience, kindness, and…how to deal with frustration and confusion. ’Cause let’s be real, there was no such thing as “acing” a relationship. I was gonna come up short and get it wrong every once in a while. But as long as I tried and gave it my all, Braden wouldn’t hold my shortcomings against me. We loved each other and we trusted “us”. And that trust made it possible for me to let down my guard and be myself…silly, irreverent, messy, and sometimes downright raunchy.

Case in point…the dildo collection.

“Ours is in the top drawer. All nice and clean. This is the first one I ever bought.”

I held my palm up, grinning at Braden’s bashful expression when he handed it over. His ability to go from straight-laced to naughty in seconds flat—or vice versa— turned me inside out. Everything about our current situation was hot as fuck. I was buck ass naked across from my fully clothed boyfriend checking out dildos. Yeah, that was hot. My dick twitched in response. I might as well text Colby now. We were definitely going to be late.

“Why’d you buy it? I mean…never mind. You don’t have to tell me,” he said quickly.

“Don’t get shy on me. There isn’t much to tell. I just want to know to what it felt like to have a cock in my ass. Thank you, Amazon.” I gave him a wicked grin and smacked the plastic phallus against my thigh. “I ordered this one my freshman year of college. It felt kind of funny…or taboo, so I only used it a couple of times. And when I had a girlfriend, I didn’t use it at all. After I came out, I gave another go or two, but I like the real thing better. Don’t you?”

He lowered his eyes to the flagpole between my thighs and nodded. “Definitely.”

I gripped myself at the base with my right hand and reached for the jumbo-size dildo beside it. It had to be eighteen inches long with a four-inch diameter. “Sadly, this one’s never been used.”

“Yeah, that’s because it’s ridiculous,” he scoffed. “What about that one? You mentioned it once. I didn’t realize I’ve been sleeping next to it for months.”

I dropped the monster dildo and reached for the double-sided one. “We gotta try this one out.”

“How?”

I grinned. “Easy. You put one end in your ass and I’ll put the other in mine.”

“That does not sound sexy.”

“Hell yes, it does,” I argued. “Let’s try it now. Get naked and pass me the lube.”

 

To be continued!