Sorry to not post for the last couple of weeks. Things are still a little crazy around here, thanks in no small part to this:


I am still working on putting together a downloadable version of Lockdown for Kindle, e-readers/tablets, and in pdf format. I should have it up soon. For those that stuck with it and read the whole thing, thank you! I hope you enjoyed it!

The next several weeks, I will be posting some prequels to Turning His Life Around. While you won’t be completely lost, there are mentions of things that happen in the book. If you haven’t read it, go check it out.

Lastly, these prequels mostly happen before Ian and Kane are adults. Technically, they are underage in these stories. There isn’t much in these stories, but I felt I should warn you. Without further ado:


Nightmares and Waking Dreams
Part 1

The whimpering leaked through to his dreams. His dream self stared at his friend who was curled into a ball, arms wrapped around folded legs, body rocking. Ian couldn’t reach him, couldn’t quite get to him. He stretched his arms out, but no matter how far he did, Kane moved just that much farther away.

Kane let out a sharper cry and Ian sat bolt upright. He looked around a moment and real life reasserted itself. He was at home, they were in their room, and he was on his bunk. His best friend, Kane, was in the bed below him. He took a deep breath and was beginning to calm down when he heard a familiar whimper.

Kane was having another nightmare. Ian pulled his covers back and leaned down, but in the dark of the room, he couldn’t see very well. He carefully swung over the edge of his bunk and landed on the side of Kane’s. He leaned forward and laid a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Kane…” he called softly.

The quiet cries got a little louder and Ian leaned forward, brushing at Kane’s shaggy black hair. “Kane, wake up.” He shook the shoulder a little harder.

Kane rolled toward Ian and an arm snaked out to wrap around Ian’s waist. Ian frowned. The nightmares had been getting much better. He hadn’t had one in quite a while.

Of course, this was the first night in a while that they’d slept in their own bunks. Ian’s frown deepened. He’d thought he was helping Kane by sleeping next to him and keeping the nightmares away. But now he wasn’t sure if sleeping together had been the best idea if the first night they were apart, the nightmares came back. He shook his head. He could figure that out later.

He stretched out along Kane’s body and wrapped his arms around his friend. Kane snuggled into him and Ian groaned softly. He was trying to comfort Kane from a nightmare and his cock was getting hard. Again.

It was what had precipitated his going back to his own bunk. Kane had never mentioned it if he’d noticed it, but Ian was embarrassed about it. Having Kane up against him had been driving him damned near crazy.

It was confusing and frustrating. He’d already started to recognize that he was looking at boys the way most of his class looked at girls. He’d been intensely relieved when Kane had said something to him, confessing his own sexuality. And with that, they were both fine with it. Because to them, it didn’t matter if the rest of the class was straight or accepting, as long as they were okay with each other.

But it was one thing to look at other guys in general that way and another altogether to look at Kane that way. Kane was his best friend. Ian didn’t want to make things weird between them because his damned dick got hard from being up against his friend’s body.

It was bad enough he’d gotten hard in the shower a few nights before when Kane walked in. His friend had just come in to use a toothbrush and Ian peeked out of the shower. There Kane was, wearing nothing but the sleep boxers, standing at the sink, toothbrush moving over pearly whites. And Ian hadn’t been able to look away.

Then to his complete mortification, he’d gotten hard. He’d turned the temperature on the shower down to near freezing, but it hadn’t helped. He’d forced himself to wait until Kane had finished, called a “good night,” and left the bathroom before he’d gotten out. He’d been so freaked out, it hadn’t occurred to him to just take care of it before heading back to their room.

No. No, instead, he’d dried off and tried desperately to hide it in the loose pajama pants he wore.

But just like always, Kane hadn’t said anything even though there was no way he could have missed it. There was no way. Ian’s pants had been tenting horribly. When he’d gotten back into the room, he’d gone straight to his bunk and crawled in, hoping that Kane didn’t think anything was weird. Hoping against hope his erection would go away soon so he could be there to comfort his friend.

Thankfully, by the time the whimpers had started, it had. He’d been able to curl up next to Kane, wrap his arms around his friend and help calm the fears. But he’d awakened the next morning with the worst morning erection he’d ever had. And he was sure it was because Kane had been curled up and touching him.

He shook his head, pushing the memories away. Kane had calmed down and was lying quietly against him. He was trying to figure out if he could get away with going back to his own bunk, but he had a feeling the nightmare would just come back.

Ian knew what caused them, what Kane saw in his dreams. He was seeing the damned john again, the bastard his mother had sold him to on his twelfth birthday. And the nightmare no twelve-year-old should ever have to live through in the attempt to get away from the bastard.

Every time Ian thought about it, rage at the woman stole over him. He wanted to do something to her, but she was in jail, out of reach. Not that he could do anything, anyway. The best thing he was to comfort Kane and help his friend through it.

Ian settled in a little better and resigned himself to not sleeping well again. It would be damned near impossible to fall asleep with the hardness between his legs. He tried to arrange himself so it wasn’t against his friend, but as soon as he scooted the lower half of his body back, Kane hooked a leg around his and pulled him back.

And his hard cock brushed against his friend. Who was also hard.

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