Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)
Prompts this week are:
Prompts this week are:
“No time like the present.”
“Might want to put a ring on it.”
“Got to break a few eggs to make an omelet.”
“Here we go again.”
“Don’t say it!”
“It’s always a pleasure seeing you.”
“Did you say…”
“I just wanted to point that out.”
“What a mistake that was!”
or have a character shopping
or use: pizza, golf ball, box
or have a character dancing
or have a motorcycle in your story
or use: bug, orange, pen
or use: radio, fan, tape
or use: video, pillow, lube
or “Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and...”
or “Knit me a penis warmer, will you?”
or “If I could turn back time, I’d undo our first meeting.”
Or “Whistle while you work... it drives your co-workers crazy.”
Or “stuck between a cock and a hard place...”
To Touch the Sky #3.1
Simon checked his bobber. Nothing happening there. Kind of like my life. Annoyed, he jerked the line out of the water and packed his fishing gear. Usually he loved to be outdoors, especially if it involved fishing, but the peace he normally felt was missing.
Back at his apartment, he put away his gear, then dropped down on the couch. Immediately the mess surrounding him caught his eye. “Man, I need to clean this place up. It’s getting bad in here.”
He knew without a doubt Chip would agree, loudly. In private, he could admit he was a little sloppy. He’d make up his mind to shovel out this dump, then get distracted by something… and there went cleaning. Disgusted with that train of thought, he ignored the mess. It was Friday night and damned if he was going to sit around here cleaning. Maybe he’d get Chip to go out with him and they’d score. God knew both their love lives sucked.
Pleased with the plans, he called Chip, only to be shot down. Chip had other plans with a few people from his work, which surprised him. He knew things at the global shipping company Chip worked at weren’t good and that Chip was worried. Discouraged but determined, he showered and dressed for a night on the town.
A friend from work mentioned this gay friendly bar called Wings he wanted to check out. “No time like the present.”
Simon gave himself one last look in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. The simple dark brown T-shirt really made his dark brown eyes stand out, and man, he was having an excellent hair day. His short naturally blond hair was wavy, and he worked hard for that tousled, just-rolled-out-of-bed-I’ve-been-fucked-hard look.
He’d hunted down his ‘special’ jeans, the ones washed so many times they were almost white, and had a few strategically placed rips. They hugged his ass like a glove. He looked damn good in them. He finished off the look with his favorite sheer boxer briefs. Yup, he was loaded for bear. Someone was going to get lucky tonight. Smiling at his reflection, he picked up his keys and left.
A lifetime later, he wasn’t smiling. “Jesus, who puts a bar way out here in the middle of no-fucking-where?” His friend from work said it was a little out of the way, but this was ridiculous.
“Damn, this better be worth it.”
The parking lot was full, which was a good thing. He parked and locked his car. The enticing smell of food drifted to him, another positive. As he drew closer to the front door he could hear the band, and they were rocking.
The bouncer carded him, of course. Annoying as that was, he was also used to it. But it was nice to see they didn’t let in underage people. The bar resembled dozens others he’d been in, just maybe cleaner. Tables set up for people to eat with strategically placed TV’s for optional viewing pleasure. A long bar took up the back of the place.
The table lamps provided enough light to eat, which was nice. He liked to be able to see what he was eating. The dance floor wasn’t huge, and that was a little disappointing. The music wasn’t so loud you couldn’t think, which was good. An area off to the left contained pool tables and a place to play darts. Nice.
The crowd was a nice mix. There were several heterosexual couples, along with gay couples. The age range did surprise him, though. There were people in their twenties—his age—then the ages went up to middle forties. Dress included everything from jeans and T-shirts, to business suits, to those that went for the preppy look and on to flannel lumberjack. Hell, there was even leather.
A cute ginger passed him and winked. And, oh yeah, there were single folks on the prowl—which was exactly what he was looking for. Maybe this place could be his new hot spot. He’d have to get Chip out here if things went well.
He grabbed a table and ordered nachos along with his one, and only, beer. He scanned the crowd. If he was taking someone home tonight, he didn’t plan to get drunk. His food arrived in a timely manner and a quick bite told him the food was going to be good too. As he ate, he scanned the dance floor. He smiled at the sight of guys dancing with guys. The dancing wasn’t as hot as some totally gay bars he’d been in, but there was enough grinding to get his blood up.
Once he finished his food, he made his way to the dance floor. Immediately a guy with long dark brown hair and brown eyes joined him. Simon settled his hands on the other man’s hips, bumping and moving against him. Nice. A little taller than me, and seems to be in good shape. After the music was over, they stayed on the floor and danced to several more songs, then the guy nodded at Simon’s table. “Want to take a break and get a drink?”
“Sure, I could use something cold.”
He followed the guy and sat across from him. As luck would have it, the band was taking a break. Now they could talk. Simon ordered a new drink, a soda this time. No way was he drinking from his beer bottle after being gone from it. The guy ordered a beer.
“You’re new here, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve seen you before. My name’s Douglas.”
“I’m Simon. It’s nice to meet you. And yeah, this is my first time. I’ve heard good things about this place, and I finally decided to stop by tonight.”
“It’s a cool bar.” Douglas paused as the waitress brought their drinks. “Here, I got this round.”
“I’ll get the next round then.” Simon sipped his drink, taking note when Douglas glanced at his soda.
“Not a drinker?”
Simon grinned. Well now, if that’s not an opening, I don’t know what is. “Oh, I like a good cold beer as well as the next guy. I just don’t drink much when I’m looking for a hook-up.”