Free Too Stupid to Live(Romancelandia) by Anne Tenino Page B

Ian’s thumb started slowly stroking his chest, smoothing and pulling the fabric of his shirt across his sensitive skin. He was totally giving in to his urges, just not the ones involving his lips.
    But say Ian was a TGH (Tortured, Gothic Hero). The timeline for Main Character One to accept the love of Main Character Two was really long in those old-school romances, so Ian not kissing him was putting them right on track. Sam (as Main Character Two, of course—he preferred that to “heroine”) couldn’t expect the salve of his love and tenderness to heal the wounded heart of Ian (Main Character One) for at least two hundred pages. So it was possible , right?
    Okay, genius, if he’s the tortured hero, what does that make you ?
    That was a tough question, one he was having difficulty working out the answer to with Ian gently kneading his chest, staring into his eyes, his rapid breaths falling on Sam’s mouth as he leaned closer. Sam could see each whisker on Ian’s face, and not only watch but feel Ian’s lips part. He tilted his head a tiny bit, preparing for the kiss he might get after all, telling Ian he wanted it.
    Then Ian’s face veered slightly to the side, his cheek rasping across Sam’s like an iceberg grazing a cruise ship.
    “I want you to suck my cock,” Ian whispered in Sam’s ear before biting his lobe. And that’s when it hit Sam. If Ian was a TGH, that made Sam . . .
    Too Stupid to Live .
    Sam closed his eyes in resignation. He was TSTL. Stupid enough to investigate the locked fourth story of the manor house, where the human screams originated; stupid enough to run out onto the moors at night to find the howling wolves. Stupid enough to want to suck Ian’s cock again. And the whole time, he’d be thinking he could somehow further the plot via his stupidity.
    They stood there in some kind of sexual stasis while Sam thought it over. The problem was he loved sucking cock. Loved it. Could almost come from it alone. He wanted to know more about what it felt like to suck a guy with foreskin, but even more, he wanted the chance to get Ian’s bull nuts into his mouth. If he could do that . . . roll Ian’s balls across his tongue and fist his dick, stroke him until Ian came in his hair . . . Sam hit his knees, still shivering from the image.
    He’d opened Ian’s slacks and was mouthing him through his briefs before Ian could finish sucking in a surprised breath. He pulled Ian’s pants down just past his hips, then his plain white underwear. He had to get those out of the way; just tucking them behind Ian’s scrotum— guh —wouldn’t give him the kind of access he’d want later. He wrapped his fingers around Ian’s cock, watching the skin slide back on his shaft and then cover the glans again. Then he felt Ian’s hand grip his hair. Shit, should he have asked before touching?
    Sam stopped and looked up at Ian.
    “You can explore.” Ian’s voice sounded strained. “Feels good.”
    Something was missing. Sam slowly stroked Ian’s cock again, watching his face. Glassy eyes; check. Parted, wet lips; check. Breath coming faster; check. Hmmm . “Where’s your tie?”
    “What?” Ian asked. “My what?” His slitted eyes widened.
    “That tie you had on earlier. The red one. Put it on, please?”
    “You want to suck me while I’m wearing a tie?” Ian looked befuddled. Sam lowered his head to avoid smiling in Ian’s face, and watched his own hand smoothly stroke down and up Ian’s cock, the blunt tip appearing and disappearing, slightly wet and glistening. It was so tempting, but . . . Sam looked back up. Ian had stopped breathing.
    Sam made himself meet Ian’s eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Please wear the tie?”
    Ian started fumbling in his suit pockets, then his coat pockets, finally pulling it out of the parka. “This tie?” He ran his hands along it. Sam could hear them smooth across the fabric.
    “That tie. Please?” If Ian wrapped that around Sam’s dick, would he be able