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A Share in a Secret by Jude Tresswell: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by Jude Tresswell

(Mike’s and Nick’s first night together gets a little tense…)

It was midnight. Mike lay on his back, briefs and a T-shirt still on deferentially. Nick, in boxers, lay in the crook of Mike’s arm, his right leg across Mike’s bare thighs. So this was what it was like to be held by Mike Angells! Mike was quietly talking.

“I think we all find it hard to imagine how you feel. Sex seems so natural to us. ’Course, we only do it to keep fit!”

“To keep fit?”

“Yep. Gospel accordin’ to Phil, who is a very, very naughty man underneath that respectable Doctor Roberts exterior.”

“Phil?!”

“Phil says that sex uses more calories than runnin’ up a flight of stairs, and bein’ a doctor, he should know. Anyway, you didn’t think that Raith got all those erotic ideas for his sculptures from out of his own head, did you?”

“Yes!”

“No. Well, yes, but he’s picturin’ him and Phil, or Phil and me. Phil always tops so that should tell you who’s who in the sculptures, if it wasn’t clear already. He’s an expert on bodies, of course!”

“I’m speechless.”

“Well what did you think happened? Don’t tell me you’ve never ever wondered who did what.”

“I won’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind. It’s never stopped me going to sleep though. It might now!”

“Ha, but just in case you think we’re a load of sex-mad maniacs, we’re gettin’ old and it’s hardly an every night thing.”

“I can’t imagine… wanting to do it.”

“I can’t imagine the opposite.” After a moment Mike said, “But this, lyin’ here like this, this is okay?”

“Yes. Very nice.”

“Good.”

“It’s what I’ve been wanting for months, if I’m honest,” Nick said, breaking the easy silence that had followed Mike’s “Good”. “I’ve wanted to hold you and be held by you. Cuddle close. Nuzzle up. Feel quiet and cosy and relaxed. Then, at other times I’ve thought that was the last thing I wanted in case you wanted to do more. I knew I couldn’t let you push me into doing more. It’s just not the way I am.”

“It’s really hard for me to understand. I mean, I don’t want to fuck with everyone I see; I have to be attracted to the person, but, if I am attracted, then I don’t half know it! Me prick gets hard. Me pants get tight.”

“But you’re a sexual animal. I’m not. I wouldn’t be attracted in the first place. That reaction   simply isn’t there.”

“Hrm. It’s like there’s a bit lackin’.”

Nick sat up, stung. “What do you mean? Lacking?”

“Hell, I’m sorry,” said Mike. He’d hit a nerve. He could see that.

“Well? What did you mean?”

“I just meant that… I’m not sure… that it’s as though some part’s not there. I’m sorry. Stupid thing to say.”

“Yes, it is a stupid thing to say! And trust a fucking gay to say it! You’re in a room full of beautiful women, okay? What happens between your legs? Well? Anything?”

“No.”

“So one of them comes up to you and shoves a tongue in your face. What do you do?”

“Point taken.”

“No. Point’s not taken. Do you feel you’re lacking something essential just because you don’t want sex with women? Some part not functioning properly? Is a bit of you broken?”

“No, of course not. I’ve said I’m sorry. I am. I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t think.”

“For half my teens and half my twenties I thought there was something wrong, Mike! Something lacking. Something crucial not working as it should. So first I thought I might be gay, but that didn’t work either. So then I’m thinking what’s gone wrong? Finding out about asexuality was wonderful, but do you know what? I thought that I was aroace. Not sexual. Not romantic. And then I met you, and I couldn’t understand why I kept thinking about you. Why you’d drift into my head when I was going to sleep, or drinking a coffee. And I even thought, well maybe I’m not ace at all. Maybe it’s as they often say: it’s a question of finding the right person, but then I’d think some more and I’d know that wasn’t so. I didn’t want to fuck with you or have my tongue in your mouth, or suck you off, or have you suck me… I’m not attracted to you in that way. Some aces get to a point where they can do that after they’ve known a person a long time, but I don’t think that’s a place I’d ever get to. I suppose that, in one way, I wish I could. But there’s nothing fucking lacking!”

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Body Parts and Mind Games by Jude Tresswell: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Morning in ‘Cromarty’, a much-loved home in the Durham hills. Cooking odours drifted through the kitchen, up the stairs and out of the open windows. They reminded Phil of the smell from one of Warbridge’s less-inviting cafes and he wrinkled his nose in protest. He looked critically at the heap of greasy protein that Mike described as ‘a proper breakfast’ and sat down to a bowl of porridge and a thick slice of wholemeal toast, thinly spread with margarine. Low fat.

“I can see you lookin’ smug,” said Mike, “but you don’t have to sit with your bum on a bike for the next six hours. You said you’re not workin’ today or tomorrow.”

“Keep eating that stuff and you won’t be working tomorrow, either. You’ll be on a drip in one of the wards,” Phil retorted. He was a consultant surgeon at Warbridge General Hospital, a forty minutes’ drive away. Mike worked in Warbridge too, as an examiner for the Institute of Advanced Motorists—for short, the IAM. Mike laughed and began to tuck in.

A tall, heavily tattooed, bare-footed man entered the sunny kitchen: Raith, Phil’s husband.

“Oo! That looks tasty. Can I have a bit?” 

Mike slapped the hand that was about to steal a slice of fried bread. “Get your own!” he said.

Before Raith could complain, the fourth member of the quad came into the room. It was Ross, Mike’s partner, and he was brandishing a letter.

“Finally!” he exclaimed. “McAllisters. They’ve agreed to sell us the quarry.”

Ross had plans for the quarry. For a long time, he had wanted to clean it up, install a ramp and steps, and erect an eco-friendly workshop and display area in the quarry bottom. There wasn’t much spare, flat land in Tunhead itself. The cobbled lane between the houses, known simply as The Street, rose steeply and beyond it were wild moors. Although neither Mike nor Phil nor Raith shared his enthusiasm, they knew the quarry was a danger. What’s more, they had their own reasons to see it cleared; the previous summer, Raith had nearly died there. They had plenty of money. They were willing to support Ross’s big ideas. 

“So, as it’s celebration time,” said Raith, “can I have a mushroom?”

“One!”

Raith took two. Being greasy, they slipped out of his fingers and onto the floor.

“Are you intendin’ to pick them up?” asked Mike. “Cos if you’re not, I might strangle you with one of your ribbons.” 

Raith’s hair was waist-length and often adorned with ribbons and bows. He ignored Mike’s threat and, for answer, swiped a tomato and asked, “What do you think we’ll find down there, Ross? Body parts?”

“Parts of my last bike, more likely,” growled Mike, smartly forking the remaining tomato. “Didn’t your mam tell you not to play with men with guns?” 

“Didn’t yours tell you not to talk with your mouth full?”

Phil, who didn’t wish to be reminded of the previous autumn’s events—Raith, held at gunpoint in the quarry, Mike, racing to save him on his bike and wrecking it in the process—turned the conversation back to Ross’s letter.  

“What exactly do McAllisters say?” he asked, so Ross poured himself a cup of coffee, and began to furnish the details.

But there are many types of body parts. Just a few weeks later, Raith was wondering if Phil still fancied his.

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Ace in the Picture by Jude Tresswell: Exclusive Excerpt!

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by Jude Tresswell

“You’re not gay, are you?” Raith suddenly said. “And I don’t think you’re straight, either, or bi, and I think you must be ace.”

“Sorry,” said Phil, embarrassed by Raith’s bluntness. “Sometimes Raith says things that most people wouldn’t.”

“So they think it,” Raith said, with a shrug. “What’s the difference in thinking it and saying it?”

“Well—” Phil began.

“It’s okay, Phil,” Nick said. He stared at his coffee mug. He had never discussed being ace with anybody in real life. On internet forums, yes. Often. They’d kept him sane. Real life, no. Why? he asked himself. And here was a man who was openly gay—openly polyamorous!—confronting him with his own well-guarded secret. Why couldn’t he, like Raith and Phil and Ross and Mike say, This is me. Like it or leave it. I don’t care a toss?

Here was a chance to say it. Take it, he told himself.

“Yes, I’m ace,” he said, and immediately wished he hadn’t. Of all the people to come out to, he’d chosen two men who surely wouldn’t understand at all! Men who knew the taste of other men’s saliva and spunk and body sweat, and who doubtless inserted more than fingers and tongues into each other’s orifices. Regularly. Not even with just a single other. There were four of them, for goodness sake.

“Oh,” said Raith. “I thought you might be. See, I was right,” he said to Phil. “I’ll go and do the dishes and make some cocoa.”

So that was it? That was the big confession? What an anti-climax. Nick could have cried. And they’d obviously been discussing him in his absence!

“I can’t imagine it,” said Phil gently, aware of Nick’s discomfort. “I mean, I fuck the hell out of two sassy men—but if you want to talk about it, I’m a very good listener. I don’t reckon it’s easy to be asexual in a world that seems to revolve around sex.”

“What do you think it revolves around?” asked Nick, relieved, in a way, to turn the conversation from himself.

“For me, it’s love, but love, for me, is different from sex. I love Ross. If anything happened to him, I’d be distraught, but I don’t find him sexy. The attachment is emotional, deeply emotional, but not sexual.”

“I’ve sometimes felt like that about people,” said Nick, drawn into a sort of confession by Phil’s quiet, thoughtful manner, “but it hasn’t worked out. I’ve not wanted to… do anything in bed, and they’ve misunderstood, and we’ve gone our separate ways. At first, I thought I might be gay, but I know I’m not. I can like men, but not sexually.”

“I can like women, but not sexually,” Phil said with a laugh.

“Could you kiss one?”

“On the cheek, I could. On the lips—a big sloppy one—ugh! No!”

“Me neither. Ugh! No! The problem is I couldn’t do it to a man either.”

Phil nodded his understanding.

“There’s nothing wrong with my libido,” Nick started saying.

“There’s nothing wrong at all,” said Phil.

“Thanks. What I mean is, being ace doesn’t mean that I never feel horny. I do. It just means that I’d rather…”

“Slake your own thirst?” Phil finished for him. “That’s how Mike would put it anyway.”

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