[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
He is determined to have him, but can he save him?
Self-confident Romeo “Van” Vanderzant has a thing for blonds, so when he meets his roommate, he is thrilled to find out he is straw-haired and totally cute. The only problem is Jeffery O'Dwyer is almost terminally shy.
When Jeffery's parents discovered his orientation, they sent him to a pray-the-gay-away camp that subjected him to intensive brainwashing. Jeffery is tormented by what has been done to him and is terrified to make mistakes that go against “the voice.”
Will Van and the brothers of the Twin Pines Grizzlies be able to help Jeffery overcome the damage? Or will “the voice” infiltrate the brotherhood and destroy them all?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Anitra Lynn McLeod is a Siren-exclusive author.
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Romeo “Van” Vanderzant was going to seduce his roommate if it was the last thing he ever did. He’d always had a lust for blonds, and Jeffery’s straw-colored hair was especially attractive in contrast to his cornflower-blue eyes. But what really made Van crazy was that splash of freckles over the bridge of his nose. Innocence fairly oozed from his every pore. It certainly didn’t hurt matters that he was tall and athletic despite the fact he apparently didn’t play sports. All Van had ever seen Jeffery doing was reading. If the term bookworm had been coined for anyone, it was created to describe Jeffery O’Dwyer.
The problem with Van’s plan was that Jeffery was so shy as to be almost paralyzed with fear whenever anyone talked to him. They’d been roommates for a month, but Van didn’t think Jeffery had spoken over a dozen words to him. Oh, but when he did talk, Jeffery had a voice that was just pure sex. Low and rumbly, Jeffery’s voice carried well even though he didn’t raise his level much beyond a murmur. Van would give just about anything to hear the guy let out a growl of pleasure.
“And if I know nothing else, I know how to make a guy scream and cream.” Van gave his reflection a thumbs-up.
“Talking to yourself again?” Flint McIntyre slapped Van’s back as he entered the shower stall Van had just exited. “Well, no one will ever love you as much as you do.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Van watched Flint’s reflection through the mirror as he slipped off his robe, hung it on the outside of the stall, and then fiddled with the spigot. Since he was six foot eight, there wasn’t a lot he could do to make the angle any better. Nice butt. Even though he had his sights set on Jeffery, Van could still appreciate a good-looking guy.
“Show’s over,” Flint teased as he closed the plastic curtain.
“Spoilsport.” Van returned to shaving.
“You excited about the away game?” Flint asked, raising his voice to be heard over the water.
“Hell yeah. We are going to kick some wolf ass.” Van rinsed his face as he and Flint smack-talked the Lone Pine Wolves. Van slipped in his contacts then ran his fingers through his coffee-brown hair. He’d tried colored contacts once but found with his very pale hazel eyes the colors always looked weirder than what God had given him, so he just corrected his vision and left the color alone. Besides, his eyes made him stand out. Now that he was older, he realized that being different wasn’t always a bad thing.
“Think you’ll get some playing time?” Flint asked.
“Not much, but I’m third string, so any time on the field is a bonus.” Van had tried out late for the team, which resulted in getting a lower spot, but he was happy just to be a member of the Twin Pines Grizzlies. As a cornerback who excelled in a nickelback defense, he was more of a specialized player anyway. “You’ll see some action, though.”
“Let’s hope that I’ll see some on and off the field.”
“You could have your pick.” Van had noticed that a lot of the guys in the locker room were checking Flint out during shower time. Flint was a linebacker. He was big, strong, and he was good at tackling, but that wasn’t what made all the guys sneak peeks at him. Given the size of his hose, it was a wonder that anyone could look away. “Just be careful that you don’t break the poor bastard you hook up with. I’ve heard that after one night with you they have to eat while sitting on the toilet.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Flint asked, laughing.
“You wreck their rectums.”
Flint laughed and tried to splash water over the curtain and onto Van, but the sinks were too far from the showers.
“You’re just jealous.”
“No way. I like my dick just fine.” And Van truly did. He wasn’t packing an elephant’s nose down his trousers, but it wasn’t a Vienna sausage, either. It was big enough to be fun but not big enough to cause injury.
“I’ve heard that about you,” Flint said. “That you like your own dick. Didn’t MacAvoy catch you jacking it in the library?”
“I can’t believe that fucker is still spreading that rumor.” Van splashed on a little cologne. He’d caught Jeffery sniffing him and closing his eyes kind of happily, so Van wanted to keep that going. Given how shy Jeffery was, Van would take any advantage he could get.
“He said you were jacking it while looking at the new librarian.”
“I was not. I scratched my balls. That was all. You know how it gets when you sweat while wearing briefs.” His nether regions turned into swampland, and inevitably, one pubic hair managed to get snagged in the elastic. Well, maybe he’d taken a swipe or two at his cock while in the library, but that was only because Jeffery worked there part-time for his work-study money. “I heard you were the one making googly eyes at the new librarian.”
“Right.” Flint snickered. “Like that man would look twice at me.”
Van wasn’t certain, but it sounded like Flint was a little wistful. “Dunno. He’s the artsy type. I hear he paints.”
“Offer to pose for him. Suggest something Greek.” Van put all of his personal items back in his dopp kit and zipped it closed. “See if he takes the hint.”
“Yeah.” Van was definitely a little on the warped side, but he was okay with that. “And I’m also taking your robe.” Van snagged the blue terrycloth robe off the hook and bolted for the door.
“You son of a bitch! Bring that back here!”
“You’ll shower with me?” Jeffery asked.
“Yeah. I’d love to wash you all over.”
Jeffery grinned. “Okay.”
When Van grabbed the edge of his shirt, Jeffery lifted his arms and helped him slide it off. Since Jeffery always undressed for bed in the dark and dressed in the bathroom, Van had never seen his bare chest. And that was sad, because it was gorgeous.
“Damn, you’re hot.”
Van traced his fingers lightly over Jeffery’s rippled abs. “Yeah.”
“Your turn now.” Jeffery pulled Van’s shirt up and off. “Your chest is so...” Rather than finish, he simply traced his hands over him like he was applying more lotion. Lowering his way down, he helped push off Van’s jeans. He still wasn’t brave enough to touch his cock, but that was okay. Van could wait. They’d made tremendous progress in one day, so he was happy with that.
Carefully, Van unfastened Jeffery’s pants. He didn’t want to rush and startle him. As he pushed them down, Jeffery tensed, but then he took a deep breath. They fell to his ankles. Before Van knew it, Jeffery shimmied out of his briefs, but he also put his hands over his cock.
“Let’s get our gear and go.”
From the closet they retrieved their towels, wrapped them around their hips, and then they grabbed their dopp kits. Van checked out the hall. When the coast was clear, he and Jeffery went down to the community washroom. There was a wall that had four shower stalls. Across from them were sinks. Mercifully, the toilets were on the other side of the sink wall with another row of sinks. At this time in the evening, it was unlikely they’d be disturbed.
“Looks like the place is ours.” Van took off his towel and hung it up on the hook outside the stall. They were actually pretty roomy. He and Jeffery could easily fit together in one.
Jeffery took off his towel and hung it up with Van’s.
Instead of checking out Jeffery’s naked body, which he desperately wanted to do, Van turned and got the water going.
He stepped under the spray, pulled Jeffery in with him, and then closed the plastic curtain. Unsure where to start, Van went back to what they were already good at. Kissing while hot water poured down on them made their lips slippery.
Eventually, Jeffery relaxed against him, sliding his hands over Van’s chest. This time, his touch was more powerful, demanding even, almost as if he were determined to see himself through to actually touching Van’s cock.
Slowly, inevitably, Jeffery worked his hands lower until he stroked Van’s cock. Unable to hold still, Van groaned and lifted his hips, forcefully wedging his cock into Jeffery’s hands. Rather than flinch away, Jeffery cupped him more firmly and sighed.
“You feel so hot.”
“I’d be on fire if not for this water,” Van joked. He gave Jeffery plenty of time to explore. He touched Van as if he’d never even touched his own penis. Jeffery’s caress was curious and such a turn-on because it was almost innocent.
“Touch me, too,” Jeffery invited.
“How about I soap you up?” Van retrieved his shower gel, poured some on his hands, and then slid them all over Jeffery’s beautiful body. Each stroke elicited a sigh, a moan, or a grumbly growl.
“That feels so good.” Jeffery closed his eyes and clearly luxuriated in Van’s every touch.
After he’d gotten most of his upper body clean, Van moved behind him and cupped his buttocks.
“Ah.” Jeffery angled back into his palms.
Van had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. Jeffery’s ass was high, tight, and so fucking perfect he practically wanted to drop to his knees and worship it. Swirling his hands around, he teased up his crack and then back down.
“Good. So good.” Jeffery lowered his head and leaned into the wall as if bracing himself for more.
Van slid his middle finger down the split then teased his fingertip around his hole.
Jeffery moaned and lifted his ass.
Encouraged, Van continued to tease over his bottom until Jeffery was panting.
Pulling him up, Van plastered himself against Jeffery’s backside and stroked his cock in the split of his bottom. “Is this okay?”
“Yes. Oh, yes. You feel good.”
Van rocked his cock along his buttocks, turning himself on to the point he almost lost it. Hell, Jeffery’s tight ass just seemed to cradle his prick perfectly.
“Are you ready for more?” Van didn’t want to push him too far too fast, but he also didn’t want to leave him hanging.
“Yes. More.” Jeffery turned his head and kissed Van over his shoulder.
Encouraged, Van slipped his still-soapy hand around to Jeffery’s cock.
Jeffery jolted, tightening his buttocks around Van’s prick, but then he uttered a guttural moan of longing that shook Van down to his soul.
“Your cock is huge.” Van wrapped his hand around him and stroked lightly. He had a feeling if he went any faster or firmer Jeffery would blow. He wanted to give him a good first hand job, so he backed off a bit.
“Not as big as Flint’s.”
Van chuckled in Jeffery’s ear. “Thank God for that.”
“I thought bigger was better?” Jeffery lifted his arms around so he was holding Van by cupping his hips.
“There’s big, and then there’s a rectum wrecker.”
Jeffery laughed until another stroke made him moan. Van was astonished at the change in him. He’d been so afraid this morning, but now he was utterly relaxed. Van chalked up Jeffery’s remarkable transformation to the fact that he’d decided to go after what he wanted. Perhaps the pranks had paid off by allowing Jeffery to show his protective side. As soon as he’d done that, he must have decided that he was safe expressing his desire, too.
“If we time this right, we can both get off.”
“I’m going to stroke myself along your tight ass, and then I’ll wrap my hands around you like this.” Van stacked his hands along Jeffery’s cock.
“What do I do?”
“Hold onto me.”