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Sidebars are stories set in the Spy vs. Spook/Mann of My Dreams universe. The stories in this book are told from the points of view of Nigel Mann, Bryan Sebring, Jack Matheson—Wills’s dad—a pair of jeans, Michael Shaw, and finally, Wills begins to tell his story.
Solo Tu—Nigel Mann, known as the CIA’s own Mr. Freeze, and Portia Sebring, the Ice Princess of the NSA, might seem like a match made in the Arctic, but it’s exactly what Anthony Sebring wants for his daughter. This story starts the Sidebars, taking place in 1958.
Chasing Rainbows—If they’re lucky, Sebrings find not only their “one” but their own HEA. However, not all are lucky. Bryan Sebring knows who his “one” is, but the stubborn man is reluctant to face facts. Bryan has the one; will he ever have the other?
How to Handle a Gay Son—Jack Matheson learns Wills, his beloved oldest son is gay, and we see how he handles it.
The Lick Me, Suck Me, Fuck Me Jeans—Wills’s jeans explain how his owner becomes pretty much irresistible while wearing them.
Where Have You Been, Willie Boy?—Michael Shaw has been William Matheson’s best friend since they met in the sixth grade. Things change when they start college, helped along by those lick me, suck me, fuck me jeans Wills had been given for a birthday present. But Michael isn’t gay, and he won’t let anyone label him as queer, not even for his best friend. But will his determination drive away the one man he values above all others?
Into the Lion’s Den—The first of Wills Matheson’s stories. We see his relationship with Michael Shaw, with his family, and eventually with the WBIS and Mark Vincent, who becomes his boss.
Publisher: JMS Books, LLC
Genres:
Pairings: M-F, M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay, Straight
Protagonist 1 Age: Varies During Story
Protagonist 2 Age: Varies During Story
Protagonist 3 Age: Varies During Story
Tropes: Age Difference, First Time, Forbidden Love, Hurt / Comfort, May/December
Word Count: 133,317
Setting: USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
I didn't remember how we got back to our rooms, and I didn't remember how I wound up in bed with Michael, but I did remember waking up to find him sucking my cock. I cried out and arched and came, pouring myself into his... hand. It would have been cool if he'd finished me off in his mouth, but the sensation of his palm wrapped around my dick-the first time I'd ever been handled by a guy-was good. So when I caught my breath, I returned the favor. Only... I swallowed, because Michael was my friend, and he deserved to feel as good as he'd made me feel.
He fell back to sleep almost immediately. It would have been nice to hold him in my arms, but Michael had never been the kind of guy who encouraged physical closeness, calling it faggy, and so when he'd rolled away from me, it hadn't mattered. We were friends.
I pulled the blanket over my shoulders, rolled over myself, and was asleep in seconds.
READ MORE"Hey, Wills," he groaned the next morning. "I was pretty fucking drunk last night."
"So was I." I couldn't get my eyes opened.
"And if my girlfriend had been here instead of you, I would have boinked her brains out."
"'Boinked', Michael?" I finally did manage to peel back an eyelid, having to use a thumb and forefinger. His face was about two inches from mine. "We're college men. We don't 'boink.' We fuck!"
He tried to blink confusion out of his eyes. At least I took it for confusion. I still couldn't see straight, and my head felt as if it was going to fall off my shoulders and roll around on the floor.
Frankly, I would have been grateful if it had. I'd never had such a bad hangover. Well, I'd never been so shitfaced before. And what was that taste in my mouth? I staggered up, sleepwalked to the bathroom, and fumbled for the mouthwash. After swigging it directly from the bottle-Jesus, that was better-I made my way back to my bed.
"What?" Michael had rolled out of bed and stood there swaying.
I had to think for a minute, but then I repeated what I'd said.
"Oh, okay," he mumbled. "I would have fucked her brains out, then."
"Sounds good to me. Next time we'll both fuck her brains out. Right now, I'm going back to sleep." I waited to see what he would do, if he would clout me for daring to hint at sharing his girl, or if he'd climb back into bed with me, blanket my body with his own, and maybe kiss me.
I'd seen how he kissed the girls he was dating-Michael was anything but shy-and I was curious to know if kissing him would be different than kissing any of my girlfriends.
But he shrugged and muttered something about needing to take a leak, and stumbled out of my room. After a while, I heard him come out of the bathroom, but he didn't return to my bed.
I sighed, pulled the covers back over my head, and went back to sleep.
And although from time to time, Michael would bring it up, laughing about how fucking drunk we'd been that night, I thought that was the last of it.
But occasionally, when we'd had too much to drink-was Michael deliberately trying to get me drunk?-or when he'd taken one toke too many of marijuana, he'd suck or jerk me off, and I was more than happy to do the same for him in return. He was my friend, after all, and that was what friends did for each other. It was never anything more than that, although I was curious and would have been willing.
I tried to kiss Michael once, at the end of our junior year. He didn't do anything so cold as to back away, but it was cold enough-he'd turned his head; I was the one who stepped back.
He gave me a lopsided grin and walked out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "See you in September, Willie Boy."
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