ManCandy Monday: Double Trouble (Dirty Talking Jasper Winners)

For those of you who missed the winners announcements for the Dirty Talking Jasper Contest, let me point you towards the joint judge's pick winners (only in this order because I've read one and not the other) Wanderlust by TuesdayMidnight and Hard by SingleStrand.

First off, let me tell you that I am totally biased as far as TuesdayMidnight is concerned because she wrote Raw & Rosy which is just the best spankfic ever, and despite saying she wouldn't write a sequel, she does do the Revisited (the outtakes) to keep us fans busy.

Also, I have never read anything but SingleStrand, but if 'Hard' was good enough to tie with 'Wanderlust' it's going to be my next stop just as soon as I hit publish on this post; because Wanderlust is one of the best one shots I've read in a long time.

Jasper, our little dirty talking piece of Tex-ass, has had life hard (snickers) and although we only see snippets of why and how, the emotional feeling of being weighted down and needing to run from just about everything is very tangible. He visits old friends, old lovers and friends he hasn't seen in too long because he tried to stay in the wrong place with the wrong person. It's slowly killing him.

Then he meets Edward. Edward has ghosts too but he's not running from them, he's just very wary. He goes from being a simple conquest to something intriguing to a place Jasper can call home, and the end of the story is so simple but so heavily charged that you may well find yourself blinking back a few tears.

Despite my bias, I think this story was a well deserved winner and while you're perusing that one I'll be checking out 'Hard', which is also Jasper & Edward. Yes, I have a big smile today.

ManCandy Monday: Mergers & Acquisitions (revisited)

Just a quickie *snickers* today.

A few weeks ago, I suffered a traumatic experience. My favourite ever slash fic disappeared. The writer, on whose profile I was following it religiously, deleted everything from FFN and was gone... poof.

And I was like this...

But then!!!

I found out it was a co-write! And that her partner in crime, Touchstone67 was continuing the heartbreaking story of my two favourite boys.

And I was like this...

And I raced to catch up with the 5 chapters I'd missed.

And then I cried because dammit! It's sad already!

And I left bawling reviews for the new author, like this...

Mergers & Acquisitions can now be found here.

ManCandy Monday: The Whitlock-Masen Treasure Trove

As you should be aware by now, ManCandy Monday is all about the smutty boy secks. Especially J/E pairings because, as you should all know by now, that's the only Edward I actually like.

I'm pleased to have discovered Whitlock-Masen, who are ALL about the smutty boy secks. It's a collaboration between Naelany and SorceressCirce dealing only with slash pairings and almost all JxE as far as I can tell (I'm reading 'Marked' at the moment so I'm kind of engrossed and can't be bothered to check.

Go look for yourself.

ManCandy Monday: Since by Mizz Hyde

So you like your smutty boy secks but you like regular lemons too? And you don't mind a bisexual, sorry, 'non preferential', Jasper?

Yeah, me too.

I can highly recommend 'Since' by MizzHyde, which is on a whole other level of tangled web. Jasper arrives in England for his sister, Rosalie's wedding to Emmett. Bella and Edward are a lovely couple who aren't exactly blazing a trail, but get on just fine.

Then Edward has sex with Jasper.
And then so does Bella.
And then Edward does again.
And then they tell each other.
And then Rose finds out.

I cannot WAIT to see what happens next. I kinda want Edward & Bella to get back some at Jasper for what he's done, because he does deserve it. But Jasper has a back story that makes you feel so bad for him that you also kind of want him to be OK and not get hurt, even though he's a 'non preferential' boy-slut.

Here's a teaser from Ch8, in which, post-bachelor party, Emmett has been helped home by Edward & Jasper and is currently doing the drunken, spinny thing on the sofa.

EmPOV

Fuck. That fucking hurt. How the fuck did I fall out of bed? I've never fallen out of bed before. I think. Not that I can remember anyway. The second the room stops spinning I'm gonna get right back in.

X

Where did this pillow come from? Am I on the floor? I'm pretty sure I'm still on the floor, because it's damn uncomfortable. I appear to have a duvet on top of me too. Maybe I won't bother getting back into bed. Moving seems to be a lot of effort.

I'm going to throw up if I keep lying on my belly. Maybe the floor would be less hard if I turned over. God I'm hungry. I could kill a MacDonald's right now. Or an egg sandwich. I have no idea why that seems so appealing. OK thinking about food is a bad idea. I really need to turn over.

X

God, that was hard work. I don't think I'm in my bedroom. The carpet feels all wrong. Maybe I have fallen out of bed before, why do I know the carpet textures? I can hear weird little grunty, moany noises. Shit, it sounds like someone making out. That is so not fair. I'm the one getting fucking married. I should be making out.

X

There's definitely making out going on. They must think I'm asleep... Maybe if I pretend to snore they'll keep going and I can watch for a bit. That would be hot. If I don't get to do it myself I can at least have a bit of a perv. Maybe I'm in someone else's bedroom? I wonder who it is. Jasper was supposed to bring me home.

X

I can open one eye just a teeny tiny bit, and I can see that the face making the noises I can hear is Jasper. Damn. I'm not sure I want to see this so much. There is definitely someone behind him. Jasper's face is all scrunched up and he's kinda squirming about, rubbing up against, against... whoever it is. I can't see the other guy. How the hell did he find a dude to bring home with him? Gotta keep the snoring noises going. I'm a genius.

I can tilt my head a little bit to the side, and open my other eye to get a better view. Jesus, I think I could sit up and sing Sweet Home Alabama right now and they wouldn't notice. If they take it much further I might have to. There are some things a guy just does not want to see his nearly brother-in-law doing, regardless of his sexual orientation.

Jasper is turning away from me now. Oh shit, they're going to kiss. I'm definitely going to close my eyes again. But if I just shift a tiny bit further I might be able to see the other guy's face, just a bit further, over to the side...

OH MY HOLY MOTHER FUCKING GOD IT'S EDWARD.

I don't know if this story is available outside TwiWrite, but seriously, you all should be members over there by now because it's a fuckawesome site with a fuckawesome set of admins who actually listen to their readers and don't allow any nonsense. So get your ass over there and sign up, if only to read this beauty.

Mancandy Monday: Punishment by Ariana Whitlock

This week's slashfic rec is 'Punishment' by Ariana Whitlock.

(for those who need warnings, this is a BSDM fic)

For those who read mostly on FFn, this is probably an old one because there it's complete, but I discovered it recently as the author has started to post it on TwiWrite.

This story has a bit of everything and it's not your usual BDSM fic that's just gratuitous kinky sex. This has a real twist to it; Jasper starts off as Edward's master, but when he reveals that he's broken his own first rule and fallen in love with his sub, Edward turns the tables on him. Not only does he want to continue to be Jasper's sub, and explore a relationship with him, he wants to be Jasper's Master, as well. Yes, that's right... there's switching involved.

Now, this had the potential to go terribly, horribly wrong, as fans of the genre will know. But I can assure you, it doesn't. Like Edward, Jasper is a former sub turned Dom, and he understands where his new boyfriend is coming from, persuading Alec, his own former Master, to train Edward up. But the tangled web continues when we find out that Alec and Jasper parted ways because Alec fell in love with Jasper, and that Alec is now with Emmett, Jasper's former sub, who also fell in love with him.

Yeah, that Jasper... he has a way about him....

But that's not all. No, deftly written into this love quadrangle is an action-packed, under cover operation, which Alec, Jasper and Emmett are all part of, dealing with abuse in the local sub/Dom system and making sure that if the authorities don't deal with it, justice is still served. When his sister, Leah, becomes a victim of abuse from her boyfriend, he too is drawn into this world.

Add in a Jasper who is extraordinarily strong but who can be brought to his knees (quite literally) by the man he loves, an Edward who has denied his true feelings for Jasper for so long he's having trouble getting them to surface and a bad guy you never meet but will love to hate, and you have all the makings of whatever the slash equivalent of a bodice-ripper is.

ManCandy Monday: All My Secrets by Venus Envy

Have you been tempted by slash fiction but you just can't quite find the right fic to get going? Apprehensive of getting into one of the longer fics in case it's not your thing? Want something short and sweet, without too many graphic lemons and witha HEA so you can test the water?

All My Secrets by Venus Envy is what you're looking for.

First, it's short. Eight chapter, 23,000 words, you can pretty much read it in one sitting if you want to. But because it's mnore that a one shot, you get a bit of backstory. The plot concentrates on Jasper's gradual reaslisation that his friendship with Edward isn't just friendship, and takes a respectful aqnd sesitive look at how he 'comes out', when he never realised he was gay to begin with.

The character's are interesting (even Mike Newton is likeble), the storyline is intriguing enough to leave you wanting more but answers all your questions and although there is lemon material, it's not as harshly lit as it often is in slash fics. It also has the teeniest amount of almost-kink in it that is so erotically written you'll find yourself squirming and breathing heavily right along with Jasper.

"Hey, Alice," I said as she approached me. "How are finals going for you?"

She tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips before she answered. "Well, I made it through the worst of it. Just finished my calculus exam. How about you? You look a little stressed." Alice sat on the grass in front of me. I was certain her thick tights were not providing any protection from the cold ground, so I took off my jacket and handed it to her.

"I'm fine," she insisted trying to wave it away.

"At least sit on it," I pleaded. I intended to talk to her and I was sure it wouldn't be a quick hi-and-bye conversation.

She sighed in defeat, taking the jacket from me and sliding it beneath her knees.

"Thank you," she said. "Anyway, what's going on? Finals getting to you, Mister Professional Sophomore?"

"Uh...actually," I rubbed at the back of my neck nervously, "it's a little more complicated than that."

I looked down at the yellow grass between us, avoiding eye contact as I searched for the words to start a conversation that may or may not change my life forever.

"Is this about you being in love with Edward?" Alice asked, shocking the breath straight out of my lungs.
Searching for my voice, I looked up, meeting her gaze.

"I'm...not in love with Edward," I said finally.

"Oh, right. Sorry. I thought that's what you wanted to talk about. What is it then?" She looked at me innocently.

I shook my head, letting out a frustrated groan. "I just...I don't know."

"You don't know what you want to talk about," Alice asked, tilting her head again. She knew damn well what was going on. She was just baiting me, wanting me to come right out and say it.

"I do know, I just...I don't know," I said dumbly.

"Ah," she nodded, "well, that makes sense then."

"I'm not in love with Edward, but...there's definitely something there," I said quietly.

"You care about him," she remarked. It wasn't a question.

"Of course I do."

"But it isn't love."

I shook my head, knowing this conversation was getting us nowhere.

"What is it then?" She asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. Curiosity?"

"Mmm...That is a definite something," she replied. "Are you more curious about Edward, or yourself though?"

I thought about her question for a while before answering. "Myself."

She nodded.

"I already know who Edward is. He's funny and kind and thoughtful...sure of himself without being an asshole, and secure with who he is..." I trailed off wondering where all that came from.

Alice smiled at me knowingly. "You do love him," she said.

I highly recommend this if you're slash/curious but not sure whether you'll like it. It's an interesting and endearing journey alongside Jasper, from being the new kid in College to being the love of Edward's life, with nothing too traumatic or risqué, but plenty of emotion and depth.

Monday ManCandy: 'Sketchbook Revelations' by PolkaDotMama

It's Monday so it must be tie for some more slash fiction with the adorable twosome. This week's rec is 'Sketchbook Revelations' by PolkaDot Mama.

It's another AH/OOC M rating *whispers* on account of the boy-sex (which is also excellently written btw, as per my lemons requirements) but in a nice twist, this story is complete. Yes that's right folks, if you're looking for some instant gratification to get you through the Holidays, this is it.

Author's summary: Jasper makes a confession to Edward that changes their lives forever. When words fail they rely on their sketches and more to reveal their inner most secrets. Their unique friendship grows and transforms. Can it survive the sketchbook revelations?

There's everything you could want from a story in this. The characters are superbly crafted, the plot line is a mixture of tentative steps in the present and past revelations; sweet couple moments where only they matter, and harsh family reality where 'who you do' can become more important than who you are.

And dare I say it? I really like Edward in this. No, really I do. He's insecure and shaken and vulnerable and he cares just a little too much about everything. He's very real and there's none of that arrogance we normally associate with him (although he is a bit of a drama queen at times...). Jasper is a sweet, sensitive soul and the character development right from the beginning is a slow and steady progression.

And if you like a bit of angst you won't be disappointed. Who's sending Jasper threatening notes? And what will his dad the 'don't ask, don't tell' Colonel, who refused to speak to Edward for a year when he came out, saw when he finds out Jasper is not only gay but with Edward?!

Here's an excerpt from chapter 19. It's important to understand at this point that Jasper has been working as an often-nude model for some time to supplement his income. It's a superb piece of character development that really showcases their relationship.

Driving to the art gallery, I started to feel a little anxious. It had been awhile since I had modeled nude before students, and I had never done it with another man, only solo or with a woman. The debacle that was the underwear photo shoot showed me what could happen when I was seated so closely to Jasper, and I really didn't want a repeat performance of Little Eddie wanting to come out to play, especially when he was already…out. Hopefully, with our relationship not being so new anymore, I wouldn't get hard just from his skin touching mine. Although, Jasper might have that problem this time around, considering how his body had been reacting to mine for the last few months. I just hoped we wouldn't embarrass ourselves.

When we arrived at the gallery, we were surprised at how large the class was. There must have been thirty students and easels forming a circle around a large round rug with several pillows scattered on it that was obviously our spot. The teacher approached us and asked in his heavy French accent if we were the models, saying we fit Dr. Banner's description to a tee, while he led us to a small room off of the studio where we could change for the class.
"I'm a bit nervous," I admitted while we started to get undressed. "Are you?"

"No. I do this all the time though. It's almost second nature to me now. I'll be there right next to you, and we can probably even talk most of the time, especially tonight while they are just roughing things in."

There was a small knock on the door and we quickly left the room to enter the studio. The teacher's back was to us as we made our way to the rug and started to find a comfortable position we felt we could hold for three hours. When the teacher turned to give us more direction he walked toward me and asked if I could recline on an elbow with a knee raised. Jasper was facing me, my knee in front of his torso and when the teacher walked around to his back, he let out a gasp, and then a small shriek.

Jasper jumped at the loud noise behind him, and I scowled as I saw where the man was looking and what he had reacted to.

"Your body is…scarred!" he said in a scandalous, pretentious voice, accusation dripping from his tone.

Jasper turned to face him and told him with no shame, "Yes. I was assaulted nearly two months ago." As his body was turned, the man scanned the scar on Jasper's side where his spleen had been removed, and a look of disgust twisted on his face.

"This will not do. I am paying you very good money to sit for these fine artists. I need models who have bodies that are perfect. You will have to go," he said with condescension to Jasper, and then looked to me. "You can stay."

"No sir, I'm sorry. If Jasper goes, then I go too." I held my anger back, biting my bottom lip until it hurt. "Now if you'll excuse us, I believe you have a class to teach and new models to find." Standing quickly, I held my hand out to Jasper and pulled him to his feet, seeing unshed tears swimming in his eyes. I held his hand as we hastily moved toward the dressing room, seeing many eyes follow us that were filled with embarrassment, shame, and anger, but it was all directed at their teacher, not us.

We dressed in silence, making quick work of our clothes and shoes before leaving the room. As we walked toward the front of the gallery, I noticed several people had packed up their art supplies and were leaving the class, even though one of the students had stepped in and was already laying down on the rug serving as the model. I unlocked the car and started to open the door, overhearing several of the students complaining about the teacher, talking about how bad they felt for Jasper and how unnecessary firing him was before I took us away from that place as fast as I could.

I didn't know what to say, but I felt I should say something to him. His eyes were glassy as he stared out the passenger window and ran the fingers of his right hand over the back of his left. It was obvious that this hurt him and when I took a breath to say something he turned to me and looked me straight in the eye.

"Don't say anything, Edward. I knew this was going to eventually happen. I never thought it would happen at an art class. I always thought it would be with a modeling job." His eyes looked resigned and sad, and all I wanted to do was go back there and punch that fucker in the face. I must have been clenching my teeth because Jasper reached over and started to gently massage my jaw with his thumb as he smiled at me. "Let's just go home, Babe. Now we have five nights to ourselves. We can do whatever we'd like. How about a movie?" he asked, the smile finally reaching his eyes.

"But the money Jasper. That would have helped you so much." He looked back toward the side window, and I saw him nod his head out of the corner of my eye. We both remained silent the rest of the drive home, but I reached for his hand and held it between us, our arms resting on the console.

When we walked in the front door, Jasper hung up his coat, took off his shoes, and started turning on Christmas lights all over the house, including the outdoor lights. His silence was scaring me but I let him be, knowing that he wasn't ready to talk quite yet. I was used to this routine because this was how things were handled in the past. If something bothered Jasper, he was quiet while he thought about it, and tried to work it out, eventually he would come to me. I knew how to play this role as his friend, but I wasn't sure I could do this as easily as his lover, but I would do my best to give him space.

I walked to our room and quickly got dressed into a pair of red flannel pajama pants. In the kitchen, I popped some popcorn, opened a couple of bottles of beer before heading into the living room to find a movie that I thought Jasper might enjoy. When he joined me a few minutes later wearing a pair of navy flannel pants, I was already settled into the corner of the couch, sitting cross-legged, resting the bowl of popcorn between my legs. Jasper sat in the middle of the couch, stretching out his long legs and resting his bare feet on the coffee table. He still hadn't spoken except for saying 'thank you' when I handed him a beer and I wasn't about to push it so I started the movie.

As soon as the popcorn bowl was emptied and set on the coffee table, Jasper laid his head in my lap, as if he had been waiting for his spot to open up. Without thought, I wove my fingers through this hair, fingering the wheaten curls and playing with the soft locks at the back of his neck. It didn't take long for him to fall fast asleep, so I turned off the DVD player and television, sitting there and watching the peace finally wash over his face, erasing the subtle lines of worry that only I could distinguish.

I wasn't sure what Jasper was most upset about. Was it the loss of the money, or the fact that he had been turned down for a job because of the scarring that Jessica caused? The longer I thought about it, the angrier I became. Not only had she nearly killed him, but now she was still affecting his life and most importantly, his fucking livelihood. It wouldn't always be that way, but now, while he tried to pay for school, he was using his body to make money.

There was only one thing that I could think of to help him…somehow give him money. If he stopped paying me his rent, which I really saw as part of the mortgage, that would free up a lot of cash each month, but I knew that he would never agree to that, knowing that I had to make our house payment.

I had been considering closing out one of my investment accounts and if I did, I would have enough money to pay off our house. The money wasn't earning nearly as much interest as I was paying on my loan, and the money would be better served paying for real estate that we planned on living in for many years to come.

This was our house.

From start to finish this story is superbly written, with so much attention to detail it'll astound you. The sketchbook theme is woven throughout and the relationship is beautifully written, showing a real in-depth awareness of the dynamics between two people who know everything about each other and yet are re-discovering themselves and each other as well.

And when you're done with that? There's outtakes.

Monday Mancandy: Mergers & Acquisitions by Domward's Mistress

So you probably worked out by now that when I'm not reading or writing Jasper/Bella fics I'm delving into the Jasper/Eddie slash fics. In fact, I often find the only time I actually like Edward is when he's being manhandled by Jasper.

For those of you missing the deliciousness that was tuesdaymidnight's Raw & Rosy, may I suggest Mergers and Acquisitions by Domward's Mistress. It's an M rating and with good reason; if you don't like slash-lemons and rape/abuse storylines then you might not want to read it because there is plenty of it and some of it will bring you to tears. BUT having said that it's all written with such expertise that you'll be awed how sensitively she deals with these subjects.

What's it About?

(AH) Jasper is a gay street hooker who, in a Pretty Woman-esque moment is whisked off to a nice hotel by Tanya who turns him into a high class escort. Peter and Edward are just two of his very rich clients and the boy who had no childhood, suffered all kinds of abuse and ended up as a homeless hooker in Seattle by the age of twenty, is suddenly thrown into a new world.

Three hours later, we were walking into an empty apartment on the twentieth floor of a downtown high rise in a part of town I had rarely seen even though most of my johns probably came from the suburbs and areas like this. Driving their Toyotas and minivans down my street, the closeted husbands sought me out, their eyes roaming my open-aired office for just the right boy to fuck in hopes of allowing them to get it up for their wives later.

"So, what do you think?" she smiled, turning to me. Looking out the window over the Seattle skyline, I saw the sun setting, the last rays of the day peeking out behind the clouds.

"It's great…."

"But?" she encouraged, knowing I was not finished.

"Seems a bit too good to be true," I finally said, still not looking at her, and shoving my hands deep into my pockets.

"Well, Jasper, I believe in treating my employees very well. They are my bread and butter so to speak, and should be treated respectfully."

The hardwood floors and beautiful view were more than 'respectfully'.

"That being said," she walked over to stand next to me, her hand on my arm forcing me to look at her. "If you do work for me, you will do as I say and go where I tell you to go. In return, I will treat you well, but there are conditions you must meet and follow."

Nodding, I remembered the so-called conditions she had told me at the coffee shop. My position required me to be at her beck and call six days, or rather nights, a week to entertain clients. This entertaining could be anything from dinner to spending the entire night with them. In turn, she would provide me with a cell phone, apartment, gym membership, a percentage of my intake and a car and driver.

"Oh, you will also have a credit card," she informed me, pulling out an American Express Gold Card. In awe, I stared at the card. I had only seen them on the sides of the buses that drove by me as I sat in car while some john had his lips around my cock. "For all work related expenses, such as condoms, clothing, dinners, lube…toys."
After almost spitting my coffee out, I quirked an eyebrow at her, "Excuse me?"

"Toys. Vibrators, dildos, bondage….toys."

I wasn't in fucking Kansas anymore.

"Are you still interested?" she asked, placing the card back in her wallet.

Fuck yes.

"Yeah."

"Good. Our next step is to get you tested and into some proper clothes."
She pulled out a business card and slid it across the table to me. "Call this office tomorrow and make an appointment. They will fit you as soon as you call."
Standing up, she swung her bag over her shoulder. "Now, let me show you the apartment."

 It's a Jasper/Edward/Peter love triangle with some extra complications thrown in (Riley fans won't be disappointed, I adore him in this story) and it gets more and more heartbreaking as it goes along. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is straightforward in this story and just when you think you have  handle on things she throws in a whole new perspective that makes you wonder who you can trust. There's a lot (and I do mean a LOT) of slash/lemons in this, obviously, but some of it is hilarious and she doesn't disapppoint with the little comedic interludes - many of them including Jasper's driver, Aro, whose unique perspective is something to behold.

The gentleman that had answered was about what I had expected, six inches shorter than me, and twenty pounds overweight, the hair that should have been on his head was on his chest. He wore nothing but a pair of plaid boxers.

He put a whole new twist on the term 'Keeping up with the Joneses'.

With a fake smile on my face, I held out my hand. "Mr. Jones, I'm Jasper."

I felt like a Christmas day ham put in front of a starving man as his eyes roamed hungrily up and down my body.

"Do you have what I requested?"

I am well, thank you for asking, asshole.

Nodding, I walked into the foyer and was directed to a room near the back of the house. It was furnished with expensive well crafted furniture and Oriental rugs covered shiny hardwood floors. Walking through, I glanced around at the exits and possible weapons. Tayna always made sure that we were walking into the safest situations possible, but if matters fell into my own hands, I wanted to be the one that walked out alive.

He had led me into an office of sorts where all but one piece of furniture had been pushed against the walls. In the middle of the room sat a wicker couch without a back with a small white cloth on it. Next to the couch was a small table with a bowl of grapes on it. As he reclined on the couch and rested against of the arms, he motioned to my jacket.

"Take it off."

I didn't mind his eagerness, I wanted to get it over with, but he could have been a little nicer about it. While I undid the buttons of my jacket, he pulled his boxers down, letting his small erection free. I chuckled, remembering Aro's comment of they come in different shapes…and sizes apparently.

Turning, I hung my jacket on the coat rack by the door and turned to face him. I had never felt more embarrassed than I did then.

Dressed in nothing more than a silk white toga, I walked over to him and knelt beside him.

"How may I serve you, my Master?" I asked, bowing my head like the good servant I was pretending to be.

Smiling, he had run a hand through my hair and I had to stop from gagging at his touch. "Feed me those grapes," he said, pointing to the bowl on the table. "One by one."

Picking up the bowl, I saw all the grapes and realized I was going to be there all fucking night. With a sigh, I held a grape up to his dry lips and watched with pretend interest as he took them into his mouth.

I hoped like fuck he didn't want to blow me because the thought of those lips around my cock made me ill, to say nothing of limp as hell.

Three hours, one blow job and finger fucking later, I left. Aro stood by the car's door watching me walk toward him, my toga visible under my open coat. As I reached the car, he was about to speak, but I stopped him.

"Don't ask," I demanded, getting into the back seat. Aro got in and started the car.

"Sir, may I ask just one question?" he requested politely.

"Fine," I sighed, leaning my head against the seat.

"Where did you put your Blackberry in that thing?" he laughed.

But at the heart of the story are two very confused boys; one who's so far out of the closet he didn't know there was one but who missed out on having any kind of childhood; and one who had a priviledged childhood but who's so far inside the closet he couldn't find the door with a map and a flashlight.

It's a wonderful read and it's one of my 'ZOMG! Drop everything, there's an update' fics.