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More Rockhounds: Throwing Stones
by CB Potts
Torquere Press
Copyright ©2007 by CB Potts
First published in venuspress.com, 2007
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More Rockhounds: Throwing Stones
by CB Potts
"Look at you," I purred. "I never thought I'd see the day."
Parker turned away from the mirror and smiled. "What? Me
in a tux?" He spread his arms, letting me get an eyeful of his
fine form clad in Armani. "Man doesn't get married every
day."
"No," I replied. "You without a sidearm." I looked him up
and down. "It's like you're naked."
"Not 'til the honeymoon, Rockhound." Parker pulled his
suitcoat back a fraction, so I could see the shadowy bulge of
a pistol riding on his hip. "Wise man is prepared for
everything."
"Let's hope so."
We'd done what we could to ensure an uneventful
ceremony: kept invitations to a minimum, picked an out-of-
the-way venue, tried to make preparations as low-key as
possible. It should be sufficient—after all, we weren't
Madonna and Guy Ritchie, or J-Lo and any of her half-dozen
suitors.
Just two guys in love, trying to tie the knot.
Still, Parker's preparations were probably for the best. We
hadn't yet managed to achieve what most people call an
ordinary day. The minute we started to establish a routine,
something would happen.
Usually this something came in the form of Sean, my ex-
boyfriend who was never all that enthusiastic about me until
Parker came into the picture. He had an unnerving tendency
to screw up the most prosaic of days, either by arriving, guns
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a-blazing, or by sending packages promising imminent doom
for the pair of us.
That can put a real crimp in your afternoon, let me tell
you.
Other times, however, our routine was disrupted in more
pleasurable ways. Stones would call, sometimes from halfway
around the world, needing me to find them. It'd been a mad
rush this year: sapphires in Queensland, deep in the heart of
Australia, where we also stumbled across a lovely bit of
boulder opal, and then up to Pakistan for an emerald that
would take your breath away.
Kind of hard to settle down, globetrotting like that, but it's
impossible to resist the stones when they call.
Besides which, going on the hunt kept Parker from getting
bored. Life as a small-town college security guard has its
charms, but an abundance of excitement isn't one of them.
Today, however, we didn't want any excitement, just a
simple ceremony transforming the love Parker and I had
found together into something more formal and permanent.
It'd been his idea, but once my Marine suggested it, I had to
admit the idea was very appealing.
And maybe a little excitement wouldn't hurt.
"You know, Rockhound," Parker said, turning toward me,
"You should wear a tux more often."
There was a look in his eyes, a certain little gleam there,
that made me preen just a bit.
"Really?" I flattened my hands over my chest and let them
slide down the black fabric. "You think so?"
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"I do." Parker's voice dropped a full three octaves. "Just
looking at you makes me hard."
He turned, letting me see the proof of his words tenting
out the front of his well-cut slacks.
"You can't go through the ceremony like that," I replied.
"You'd give Reverend Jones a heart attack."
Parker chuckled. "I'm sure she's seen a hard-on before."
He stepped closer, until every breath I took was full of the
heady, fresh soapy scent of him. "Hell, Rockhound, you're so
damn good-looking, you're going to give her one."
"Now there's an arousing image," I groused, kissing him
anyway.
Let me tell you, that man's lips are addictive: soft as
velvet and right there, hot and strong and flexible against
mine. I could kiss Parker all day, letting my tongue slide over
his, melting into him until we shared one breath, one thought,
one mind.
"We can't do this," Parker whispered against my lips.
"You're gonna make me go off in these pants..."
I dropped to my knees. "Can't have that," I replied. It had
taken three weeks for the tux shop to find a pair of pants that
would accommodate Parker's muscular calves. "Can we?"
Thick fingers helped me undo the fine leather belt. "I
guess not."
Black trousers fell away just enough. Parker's shorts were
doing all they could to contain his cock. The elastic waistband
was already pulling away from his stomach, the resulting gap
testament to his sudden, demanding need.
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