Poetry Train….
So I did as much writing as I could on Home of His Own over the weekend. Didn’t end up getting as much written as I would have liked, but still I’m farther along than I was.
I thought I’d give you another sneak peek at The Gypsy Devil. (I promise next week will be something not from TGD. Maybe another poem.)
Excerpt:
“God hates me.”
Marsden looked up from where he sat, eating breakfast to meet Beng’s statement with a frown. “Are you sure it’s God?”
“Who else would thrust that beautiful boy into my path with such malicious glee?” Beng filled a plate with eggs and sausage. He sat at the table with his friend.
Pouring a cup of coffee and pushing it over to Beng, Marsden laughed. “That boy is only four years younger than you. And considering everything he’s been through the past month, I hardly think it’s correct to call him that.”
He glared at Marsden. “I’m trying to keep things from spinning out of control, friend. If I think of him as a boy, then I’m less likely to do something we will all regret.”
“Master David is a rather fine looking young man.” Marsden stopped when Beng held up his hand.
“Who has just been rescued from a horrifying situation. Don’t push me, Marsden. London and society doesn’t look fondly on my kind. They might turn a blind eye on rich titled men playing games as long as it isn’t out in the light of day, but they wouldn’t ignore me.” He shoved his plate away and picked up his cup. Standing, he moved towards the hallway and his study.
“You’re rich and titled. Why would you be any different than the rest of the sodomites who live in this town?” Marsden gathered the plates on a tray.
“I’m different because I’m a half-breed gypsy boy. They don’t forgive or forget differences like that.” He continued down the hall, missing the sigh his friend gave.
In the study, he stood in front of the fireplace and stared up at the painting above the mantle. “Why did I think coming back here was a good idea? I didn’t know homesickness could cause a total loss of sanity.”
The man in the painting remained silent. He went and sat down, dropping his head to rest on the desk. Closing his eyes, the image of David sprawled in his bed popped up in his mind. Dark curls the color of coffee graced his pillow. The younger man’s pale skin looked as smooth as silk.
Beng shot straight up in his chair and whirled around. He was becoming a bloody poet. Soon he’d be wearing shirts with ruffles and running around composing sonnets to David’s eyelashes. The day he did that, he’d shoot himself.
Movement outside distracted him and he moved closer to the window. The gardener was back. The worker was a few years older than Beng, but his tanned face and body held a masculine strength Beng always admired. His gaze focused on the man’s ass.
He imagined stalking out into the yard and bending the man over. Those coarse pants tore under his hands. He spread firm cheeks and drove his prick deep into the man’s ass. Its snug grip gloved him. He rubbed his shaft through his trousers. A moment later, the stillness of the gardener brought Beng out of his daydream.
The man was looking back over his shoulder at him with a knowing gleam in his eyes. Relief ripped through Beng when he realized the sill of the window blocked the man from seeing Beng fondle his groin. A quirk of the eyebrow told Beng the man wouldn’t be opposed to taking a break and having a quick roll in the flowerbeds. With a sharp shake of his head, Beng broke eye contact and turned away.
Scrubbing his shaking hand over his face, he groaned. He knew better than to let anyone find out his secret. He’d learned the hard way how to keep his impulses under control at all times. Four years of waking up in opium dens or back alleys and having no idea what he’d done to get there created a huge scar on his soul. He’d eaten garbage. Robbed people who couldn’t afford the loss. He’d watched friends die without shedding a tear, but with a great deal of laughter. Men had done things to him and he allowed their touch because they paid him in opium.
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Hope you enjoyed this excerpt. Oh, I’m over at SEx today as well. I’m posting an excerpt from my WiP, Home of his Own, so come on over and check it out.
21 Responses “Poetry Train….”
TA,
I’ve decided you can’t write badly enough to leave me speechless in a bad way.
🙂
oh good. I’d hate to have left you speechless because it was bad…lol
Yes, speechless in a VERY good way.
Hey Anna,
Thanks. I love writing and posting them. 🙂
Thanks, Rhet. 🙂
I’m with everyone else. I love Beng! Great stuff T.A. I always enjoy reading your excerpts!
Anna J. Evans
Erastes and Eremenos
Hadrian and Antinoos
Well done.
Thanks, Susan. I admit the ruffles line made me laugh as well. 🙂
I trying not to do a dump of background info. Easing it in a little at a time.
TA, this rocks. I howled at the line about the shirts with ruffles — so very like Trevor.
You’ve done a very nice job incorporating backstory here. Keep on working on this and bringing it to us! I’m loving it!
lol..Anne, you’re right. Shouldn’t disregard historicals. I might not write a ton of them, but I like to read them once in a while. And there are some good ones out there. 😉
R.G.,
There’ll be more as I get more written. I’m hoping it won’t take as long to finish it. I’m going to sneak in a little work on it every day…after I get my quota in on Tony’s story.
Beng is quickly becoming one of my favorite characters. He’s tortured, but not in a whiny..woe-is-me kind of way. He’s dealt with his issues and come out stronger in many ways.
Hey Lisa,
The SEx post is hot man love. 🙂 Had to give the readers incentive to keep bugging me for it…lol
Phsaw with the no historicals Rhi, they’re my bread and butter.
T.A.
This is my favorite. I’m not kidding-I am immediately captivated and I LOVE Beng
You are so darn talented! ummm-seriously when do we get more?
Morning TA, hmmm. You’ve got me thinking. I’m off for SEx to see what you’ve done over there. 🙂
Yvonne,
I’m working on it as fast as I can, but I promised myself I’d get Tony’s story finished first. Plus Vanguard is closer to being done than either of those two. 🙂 But I’m trying..lol.
Hope you can post or at least check out the excerpt at SEx.
TA-you are a devil-lol This story is going to be another hot one AND YOU ARE MAKING US WAIT FOR IT!-*moan,sob,whimper* (How’s that for trying to guilt you into writing faster;D
I’ll try SEx again today-I haven’t had much luck in the past.
Thanks for starting my week with a bang.
Y
I hope that’s speechless in a good way, Gina. 😉
wow.
sorry, you’ve left me speechless.
Thanks. I like Beng. He seems to be pretty much without emotional baggage or at least has come to terms with his issues.
lol..Rhian, Angel is a bit different than this one, I have to warn you. It’s 1st person and very angsty compared to Gypsy.
Angel has a ton of issues to work through. Where in reality, I don’t think Beng or David (his hero) are going to have too many. It’s going to be more David convincing Beng they need to be together. 😉
ooooh – great tension and character angst in this excerpt TA. And dang it – i’ve collapsed beneath the brilliance of your writing and going to get “Angel” – waiving my no-historicals rule.