"Different Tracks" Update

Hello everyone!! It's Monday which means a new part of "Different Tracks is now up!! Check out Part 11, which was written by Grace Duncan. You can find it here. Enjoy!!!

"Different Tracks"-Part 9

Hello everyone!! I am here with the next part of the Free Read Round Robin "Different Tracks"! We are already up to Part 9, but if you are behind don't worry because you can catch up using the links below.

Part 1-Written by Sophie Bonaste
Part 2-Written by Brynn Stein
Part 3-Written by Grace Duncan
Part 4-Written by Suki Fleet
Part 5-Written by Elizabeth Noble
Part 6-Written by Kim Fielding
Part 7-Written by Sophie Bonaste
Part 8-Written by Charlie Cochet

And without further ado, please enjoy Part 9 of "Different Tracks"!!!!

Xander groaned when he heard the alarm go off. It was way too early. Of course, it was always too early to get up. Even noon was too early. But Xander could tell by the lack of sunlight in his room that it wasn’t anywhere close to noon. And that just made him groan again.

But he knew he couldn’t afford to go back to sleep. He had to work.

However, as soon as he thought of that, he knew something was wrong. He didn’t have to work today. It was Saturday.

Xander pressed his eyes together and smashed his head further into the pillow. How in the world could he have been so stupid? This was the day he had been dreading for the whole week. He would have to go to the Habitat for Humanity site and face Peter after their one-night stand. He would have rather stabbed himself in the eye than face the man again.

If only he had the guts to really do that.

But he knew he didn’t have a choice. If he didn’t go in, he would be violating his court order. And that could mean jail time. Or massive fines he didn’t have the money to pay.

Dragging his tired body out of bed, Xander tried to figure out how best to handle this. He knew he had to go in and Peter would be there. The man was just too perfect to bail out on the whole thing after he put so much time and effort in to it. But Xander was no good at interpersonal relationships. Probably why the  closest thing to a relationship he ever had was a quick fuck.

Getting ready for the day, Xander tried to come up with a plan of attack. The only thing he could come up with was to avoid Peter as much as he could. In theory, it was possible. After all, it was a big site and there were a lot of things going on. But Xander knew better. Even though he knew there was a chance he could avoid Peter, the site wasn’t that big and there weren’t that many people. Plus, it didn’t help that Peter was involved in everything since he had been volunteering there forever.

So unfortunately, that was his only option. Avoid and pray.

With a feeling of dread, Xander left the apartment and headed towards the site.

Xander was half-expecting Peter to be waiting for him at the entrance to the work site, but he was pleasantly surprised to see Peter was nowhere to be found when he got there. Xander knew he was there, since his car was in the parking lot, but the fact that he wasn’t waiting to hunt Xander down was a plus.

Xander said hi to some of the other workers, like Mr. J., who always made Xander smile, before going to work on his assignment for the day. But even though he tried to put on an easy face, Xander was anything but relaxed. He kept waiting for Peter to creep up behind him and ream him out for leaving right after sex. Xander hated waiting for it to happen, but he couldn’t bring himself to go up to Peter either.

As the morning dragged on, Xander saw Peter a few times around the work site, but he always managed to avoid him by ducking behind stacks of wood or cement mixers. He certainly wasn’t proud of hiding from Peter, but there was no way in hell he was confronting Peter.

By the time eleven thirty rolled around, Xander felt pretty good about himself. He had managed to avoid Peter for almost an entire morning. It hadn’t been easy, but it was doable. Especially since Peter didn’t seem all that eager to talk to him either.  Maybe this would turn out just fine.

“Xander?”

Xander cringed at himself before forcing himself to turn around. Damn. He had been so proud of himself for avoiding Peter that he had let the man sneak up right behind him. So not cool. No wonder he had never made it in a gang.

“Hey Peter,” Xander said, trying to sound as cool as possible, despite the fact that he was dying a little inside.

“I was wondering if you had a moment to talk.”

Xander nodded, but he knew then and there that he was beyond a doubt totally fucked. 

I hope everyone enjoyed Part 9! Next up on Thursday is Brynn Stein with Part 10!!

Thursday Update-1/29/15

Hello and Happy Thursday everyone!! I hope everyone is having a fantastic week. Here is what my week has consisted of.

First of all, "Different Tracks"is moving right along. Today Charlie Cochet posted Part 8 which you can find here. So be sure to check that out. Part 9 will be right here so check back on Monday for the new part.

This week I have continued work on Rebellion. It's not very glamorous, but that's where my work is right now. And I will say it is starting to come along quite nicely.

Finally, on a personal note, things is my writing world will be starting to slow down a little bit over the next month or two. I have been in the process of buying a house and just this week everything came through. So in the next few weeks, I will be packing, closing on the deal, getting the house painted and prepared and then moving. I am super excited about this, but most of my free time will be going towards that and not writing.  Just please have patience with me while I work on settling in my first home. I might not be online as much and I might miss a post here and there. But I will be back in a few weeks better than ever!!! So thanks for understanding.

I think that's about it for now. Until next time...

~Sophie

Different Tracks-Part 7

This is part 7 of the Free Read Round Robin "Different Tracks. A complete list of past parts and where to find them can be found here. Enjoy!!

Part 7

Xander stared up at the ceiling. What the hell had he just done? One minute he was driving Peter to the diner and the next they were at Peter’s place where Xander had wasted no time in fucking Peter into oblivion.

It seemed so perfect at first. By the time, Peter and Xander got to the farm house, the chemistry was palpable. Xander didn’t even need a hand on his dick for it to get rock hard. In fact, neither one of them had made it in the house before they started shedding clothes. And the sex! Xander didn’t think he had ever had sex that good before.

But as with so many one-night stands, the rush ended with the orgasm. And now Xander was stuck. Peter was still passed out next to him on the amazingly comfortable king-sized bed. Xander still wasn’t sure how they had made it to Peter’s master bedroom, but he was happy they had. At least, now he could ponder his dilemma in a warm bed. So much better than his bed back in his shit apartment.

But no bed was going to help him out of this predicament, because what the hell was he going to do now? Sure, Peter was a nice guy and he had been a great lay, but Xander didn’t want a relationship. That just wasn’t his style. Xander was more of a let’s-have-a-good-time kind of guy. But he knew Peter wasn’t like that. He was way too good. Peter dressed better, spoke better and acted better. Hell, he spent every Saturday working harder than at his day job building houses for no money.

And Xander knew he had money. Just looking at his house told Xander that. Even amid the lust pulsing through him when he got to the house, Xander couldn’t help but see how amazing Peter’s house was. Even though the house was old, it had been completely redone. All of the floors had gleaming hardwood and modern conveniences had been added to every room. There were brand-new appliances, electronics and everything else. Apparently software developers got paid very well.

Yes, Peter was definitely too good for Xander. And Xander was sure that Peter would tell him that just as soon as he got up. No, not in those words. Peter was too perfect for that. But he would be sure to convey the message while still being a gentlemen. He was just that kind of guy.

But Xander didn’t think he could handle that kind of talk. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew he wasn’t going to be a part of Peter’s life. This was just a one-time thing.

The problem was getting out of the house.

Peter was still fast asleep. He had conked out right after the sex, which made Xander smile. Sure, it was good, but he didn’t think it was pass-out-afterwards good. But apparently Peter did.

Xander had never felt right leaving right after sex. It made it seem so dirty and wrong. But Xander didn’t have a choice. No way was he going to be able to face Peter now. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he would be able to face him next Saturday. That was why he always stuck to random club hook-ups until now. Too awkward.

Xander looked down at Peter one last time. He was still asleep, his face showing perfect peace. It almost made Xander stay there in bed with him.

Almost.

Carefully, Xander shifted out from under Peter and swung his legs out of bed. Xander went around the room as quietly as he could, grabbing his clothes and making sure he had all of his belongings. He spared one last look at Peter before running out of the house to his car. Because as fun as it was, he never wanted to face Peter ever again. 

Different Tracks-Part 3

Hello everyone! I wanted to let you all know that Part 3 of Different Tracks in now up for everyone to read. It is written by the amazing Grace Duncan and can be found here. Enjoy!!

"Different Tracks"-Part 1

Hello everyone and Happy 2015! With the new year I am bringing to you a brand-new free read. But this one will be better than the last. Why? Because I am not alone. This free read will be a round robin! I am kicking it off, but there are eight fabulous authors in this rotation. The other authors you will be reading are Bynn Stein, Grace Duncan, Suki Fleet, Elizabeth Noble, Kim Fielding, Lane Hayes and Charlie Cochet! New chapters will be posted every Monday and Thursday so be sure to check in and follow the whole story. I hope you are all as excited as I am because this is going to be amazing!! And now, without further ado, I present the first installment of "Different Tracks". Enjoy!

Part 1 

Xander couldn’t believe this. It was just a few freaking parking tickets. So what if he liked to speed? It wasn’t like he had killed anyone. He just had places to go and things to do. It had nothing to with the fact that people who drove the speed limit pissed him off because why the hell wouldn’t you go fifty-five on a flat, rural road? Why did you have to go thirty when there was nothing there? Xander felt his blood pressure shoot up just as he thought about it.

It wasn’t fair. Just because that cop was a dick, he had to spend every Saturday for the rest of the year doing community service. The dumbass probably thought he was a gang member with all of his tattoos. Cops were always stopping him to ask about his art for that very reason. Xander had never gotten into any of that shit but maybe he should have considering how often he got blamed for it. Besides, the only reason had gotten his ink in the first place was the fact that his skin was all white and pasty. That and he had always been on the small and scrawny side. Xander grew up in the not-so-great part of town and being small was not an asset. The tattoos had helped. At least at first. Now they got him glared at by cops at every turn.

Xander looked at the clock next to his bed and swore. It was already eight thirty and he had to be to the other side of town by nine in the morning. It wasn’t that far in miles but when there was a stop light every ten feet it could take a while. And Xander still needed to eat some breakfast. Grabbing his keys and wallet off the cheap nightstand that sat next to his unmade queen-sized bed, Xander headed out of the bedroom into the living room. Taking one last look to make sure he hadn’t left anything on, Xander went to the door and left the one-bedroom apartment.

A blast of hot air hit Xander in the face as he stepped into the hallway. It may have been late August in Pennsylvania but since the hallways in the old apartment building weren’t connected to any kind of air conditioning, it was easy for them to heat up rapidly. Xander never liked the heat and couldn’t help but be relieved as he stepped outside the building. The temperature was only a little bit better outside, but at least it wasn’t so stuffy. The real problem was the humidity. Heat in Pennsylvania always sucked. It wasn’t just the heat, which could be brutal. It was the fact that it made everything sticky. There was nothing worse than being sweaty and having your clothes stick to every inch of you.

Trying not to think about it, Xander got in his grey 1999 Honda Civic Coup parked in the apartment building’s parking lot and started down the street. He made decent time to the Dunkin Donuts a mile or so away from where he had to report for his community service. He got an iced coffee and an egg sandwich on a bagel, trying to ignore the looks we got from the help. He didn’t think he was wearing anything weird. Just a wife beater and some baggy jeans. And his hair was fairly tame today, his brown locks lying mostly flat, the edges just curling around the bottom of his ears. Xander just shrugged it off as being his tattoos again. Either that or the fact that he, a pasty white guy, was pretending to be black. He’d heard that one before too.

Once Xander got his breakfast, he left the restaurant as quickly as he could. He didn’t want to deal with the looks anymore. Once he was safely in his car, he took a sip of his drink and checked the directions one more time. It wasn’t too far away. Hell, he might even be on time. But this was still the last thing he wanted to do. Knowing he didn’t have a choice, Xander started up the car and drove the rest of the way to the site, eating his breakfast sandwich as he went.

Xander pulled up next to a few other cars at exactly 8:58. Satisfied, Xander took one more sip of his drink and got out of the car. He took a look around. Habitat for Humanity. Using his day off to build houses for needy people was certainly not his idea of fun. Sure, it was a good cause, he supposed, but why did it have to be him?

Groaning, Xander started to walk towards the construction site. The sooner he could get this over with the better.