I have the joy of bringing back one of my very favorite pieces. I love writing m/m. I’ve often been asked how I can write something I will never know sexually? The truth is we’re only talking body parts as the difference. Love is love – no matter what color etc. Simply stated, I find passion however discovered utterly amazing. This story means so much in several ways. The angst as well as the love mixes with my need to write intrigue. We all think of our looks as something so terribly important. What if we lost our face? What if…
This is a very special story. What I forever hope to bring is merely the joy of two people sharing a life. Shattered may haunt you, the story may remind you nothing is perfect. In sharing life an love, sometimes life isn’t what it seems to be. When you have to hide behind a mask for fear of retribution, well… I hope you enjoy.
“Why do we have to have the same Goddamn argument?” Hunter Reynolds hissed as he snagged his bottle of beer off the counter. Taking a long gulp he gazed out the window and shook his head. He and Taylor argued more than anything lately and the ugly state of their relationship was getting old. They’d both talked about breaking up, but the feelings of comfort dragged them back from the brink every time. He hated their constant battles, loathed the terse words and was exhausted from energy exerted.
“You know what? This isn’t my argument. It’s yours. You’re the one who doesn’t care to be seen in public with me,” Taylor snarled. “I don’t know why you even waste your time. Your sights are set so much higher. You should find a bodacious blond, one with fake tits, and fuck her. The Press will love you then. How about Ginger? She’s the perfect slut you need.”
“You really want me to fuck my co-star?” As if the girl hadn’t insinuated her desires before. He wasn’t shocked at Taylor’s harsh words. Every photograph had a woman draped all over Hunter.
Pacing the room he snarled and gave Hunter a nasty look. “Yeah, I can see the tabloids now. Maybe getting married will help your career.”
“Jesus Christ. That’s not what I mean at all! And you know I don’t want some Hollywood hussy.” But Taylor was right. They’d been together for nearly three years and not once had Hunter allowed them to be photographed in public together. Hunter blamed the reason on his agent’s nagging. The man continued to remind him that being the hottest leading man in action flicks meant women needed at least an air of mystery enshrouding Hunter’s sexual appetites. This ugly fact was he had to keep his proclivities under wraps in order to sell movies and all the other paraphernalia that went along with being famous. The argument was easy enough to get behind but Hunter knew the truth. Terror about being discovered remained with him for several reasons. Of course there were rumors floating through Hollywood. This alone was one of the reasons they lived outside the city. Sadly, Hunter was too well known to hide the majority of his lifestyle forever. He was going to be discovered as hiding behind a mask.
They remained quiet for sometime as Taylor fiddled with cleaning up magazines that were strewn around their game room.
Hunter stole glances at his lover and licked his lips. Taylor was everything he’d ever craved in a man from his light green eyes and lanky body to the way he fit into a pair of well-worn blue jeans. The rough-hewn guy just did it for him. The reality was cold. They weren’t in love. They’d met several years before at a party for one of his early releases and toyed with getting together for a full year. Hunter closed his eyes. Their relationship had been rocky from the start.
Fortunately Taylor didn’t have to worry about hiding his true persona. Given his profession as a musician, he’d never hidden the fact that he was gay and his adoring fans flocked to see him. Dangerous Liaisons was one of the hottest up and coming rock bands in America and he had women drooling over him everywhere he went. Taylor’s vivid image only fueled sales of the band’s CD’s. The double standard weighed heavily on Hunter’s mind.
Nervous tension remained in the air.
“Look, I have to go meet with a guy tonight about joining the band so you can go out and play or not play by yourself,” Taylor said quietly, his voice filled with angst.
“Yeah. The guy’s in from England on a whirlwind trip so I don’t want to miss the chance.”
Hunter rubbed his eyes. Why did he have the feeling that Taylor was punishing him? Maybe because you deserve to be. Still, a level of anger flushed through his system. Battling his spells of near rage had almost consumed him at the start of his career, his behavior ending many a relationship both personally and professionally. “Fine!” Gripping his beer tightly he finished the entire warm brew and slammed the bottle on top of the bar.
He turned and narrowed his eyes. “And?”
“Because of the notes.”
“How do you know about the notes?” Snapping his head up Hunter exhaled as a nervous tick floated across the corner of his mouth. He thought he’d hidden the nasty threats from everyone, including Taylor.
“Tough to hide this kind of wretched thing from me. What I don’t know is how long ago they started.” Taylor leaned against the pool table and shook his head. “And I can’t figure out why you’re trying to hide this from me. I thought we were partners.”
“The notes are about my career, not about me personally,” Hunter breathed.
“As I said, I thought we were partners.”
“I can handle this. No big deal.” In truth Hunter was worried. Being a celebrity meant expecting a certain level of threats, but there was something about the words that bothered him. The notes were also escalating.
“God you’re an arrogant bastard!” Taylor hissed as he paced the floor. “You know, I only saw remnants of two of the damn things, but seems like whoever is sending them is gunning for you,” he said and folded his arms, his face filling with apprehension.
“Who isn’t? They need to take a number.”
Taylor dropped his head. “When you finally let loose of that ball and chain you carry around your neck and let me into help you, you’re going to become an amazing man.”
“Stop worrying about me.”
“Hunter, please let me in. I care about you. I want to help you. If nothing else I want to be your friend.”
Fisting his hands, Hunter had no idea what to say. Exhaling, he clenched his eyes shut and turned away from Taylor. “Why don’t we try and do something later?” He heard the half-assed attempt and sighed.
“Fine. Call me later and I’ll see if I can join you for a drink in some dark and foreboding establishment otherwise known as a hole in the wall. Would you like me to bring masks?” Snorting, Taylor grabbed his keys off the side table and sauntered toward the oversized doorway.
“Taylor. Wait.” Hunter shook his head. He loathed the anger that had become so caustic between them.
“Not interested right now,” Tyler called from the hallway.
Why am I such a bloody ass? Groaning, Hunter turned quickly and moved toward the door, barely able to grab Taylor’s arm before Taylor stalked out. “Damn it! Listen to me!”
Taylor yanked his arm away and stood quietly, his chest heaving up and down. “What? What could you possibly say to me right now? That you’ll change your behavior? That you’ll treat me like a damn person? What?” Stealing a glance over his shoulder he clucked his jaw.
“That I give a damn about you.” Hunter ached from worry about his supposed stalker and his grueling shooting schedule and in truth from hiding from who he really was. Exhaustion and game playing had left him bone weary. “Please. Don’t go yet. You’re right about everything. You are.”
“Uh-huh.” Tossing his head back, Taylor exhaled slowly and pushed the front door closed. “Are you sure you care?”
Hunter lowered his head and moved forward, sliding his arm around Taylor’s waist. As he eased Taylor’s quaking body in to the heat of his own he shuddered. “More than I have ever even admitted to myself. I’m sorry I’m such a fucking ass.” Brushing his fingers through Taylor’s long locks, he pushed back the silky strands and kissed the side of his neck, darting a series of licks up from the base to Taylor’s earlobe. Breathing a swath of hot air across Taylor’s skin Hunter ground his cock into Taylor’s ass, shifting back and forth. Heated passion had never been their problem.
“You know you want to.”
“I…” Taylor palmed the wall and spread his legs. “You’re insatiable.”
“And you’re hungry.” Hunter grazed his hands down from Taylor’s chest to his hips as he licked up and down the side of Taylor’s neck. The taste of him Hunter craved.
Swallowing hard Taylor grunted. “You always turn me on.”
Hunter unbuttoned Taylor’s shirt just to the waistband of his jeans and slid his hand over his lover’s chest, cupping and squeezing his carved muscles. “And you make me crazy with desire.” He pinched Taylor’s nipples, twisting the tender flesh between his fingers. There was no top or bottom in their relationship but on this day, Hunter was in charge. Filled with rage and fear of the unknown, he was tingling all over. Without reservations, he knew he was going to fuck the man savagely.
“God. You’re on fire today. What do you want?”
When there’s nowhere to run, no way to hide…
Hiding. That’s exactly what movie star Hunter Reynolds had been doing his entire life, preferring to wear a mask made because of his perfected image. He was an action star, Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor and a real ladies man, but preferred the company of men. If discovered, the scandal would end his illustrious career. Unfortunately he had enemies who would stop at nothing to expose him for the man he truly was. While he adored Taylor, his live in lover and best friend, they weren’t in love and Hunter refused to be seen in public with him. When Hunter was brutally attacked, he was uncertain he would ever work in Hollywood again and his doctors weren’t certain they could repair the damage. Angry and bitter, Hunter pushed everyone out of his life including Taylor. Sadly, Hunter was merely the latest victim in a series of horrific crimes targeting gay entertainers.
Macgyver Donovich was a reporter for the LA Times who’d written stories on each of the victims and was anxious to talk with Hunter. From the moment he met the rough-hewn man who exuded sexuality along with choking self-loathing, MacGyver was fascinated and a strained friendship developed. Determined to get to the bottom of the attacks, Mac wrote a series of edgy columns in an attempt to egg on the perpetrator.
Entering into a pact to fight back, both Mac and Hunter realized it was only a matter of time before the assailant struck again. As they grew closer by their respective haunted pasts, a series of new threats were issued and both men were forced to confront their demons. As the race to find the attacker continued, Mac and Hunter finally discovered what they’d been missing in life–love. But was it simply too late?
Secrets and lies and whispers of the past…
I hope you enjoyed…