Literary Nymphs Interview
Title: Olives for the
Stranger
Author: Neil S. Plakcy
Publisher: Loose Id
Genre: M/M Romantic
Suspense
Release Date: June 12,
2012
What inspired the story?
Soon
after the events of the Arab Spring in Tunisia
It
was a great question that got me thinking. Liam is a former US Navy SEAL who
left the military under the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy. Through a contact, he
landed in Tunis
In
the first book in the series, Three Wrong
Turns in the Desert, Aidan takes a job teaching ESL in Tunis
to get as far away from a failed relationship in the US Sahara , where they fall in love. In two
more books (Dancing with the Tide and
Teach Me Tonight) they build a
personal protection business together.
But
who would they be protecting during this uprising? I wanted a case that would
challenge them both personally and professionally. What if the client was
someone they didn’t like? And what if the case required them to split up and
function independently? Liam’s always been the alpha male, and Aidan the
beta—could they manage on their own? This scene takes place somewhat late in
the book, when they’ve reunited in Marseille ,
France
EXCERPT:
“I hope you’re right,” Aidan
said. They snuggled again and lay down together on Aidan’s narrow bed. Liam
felt as horny as a teenager, and he understood what his high school classmates
meant when they talked about blue balls. His were so tight with longing for the
intimate touch of Aidan’s body that they ached. But they still had work ahead
of them, and Liam was resolved not to start anything they couldn’t finish
quickly. And when he did have his way with Aidan, it would be anything but
quick.
Jean-Luc returned at
nine-thirty and knocked on the bedroom door. Liam rose to meet him. “We’ll go
soon,” Liam said. “I want to get to the club early enough to be able to talk to
this bouncer before the club gets busy.”
Jean-Luc agreed that was a
good plan. As Jean-Luc walked back down the hallway, Liam turned to Aidan, who
had peeled off his polo shirt and was rummaging in his suitcase. He pulled out
a low-cut V-necked sweater and slipped it on. It fit him like a second skin and
exposed the curly black hairs that clustered at the base of his throat.
Liam was immediately
jealous. “You’re wearing that?”
“Got to dress to attract,”
he said. He reached back in the suitcase and pulled out a sock, which he
stuffed into his pants.
“Aidan. Really.”
“Some of us are not as
generously endowed as others.”
“What exactly are you
planning to do tonight?”
Aidan cocked his head and
looked at him. “Get friendly enough with the bouncer that he’ll spill his
secrets.”
“Christ. You don’t have to
seduce him for that.”
“You can try things your
way, and I’ll try them mine,” Aidan said.
Liam wanted nothing more than
to strip his partner naked, and take Aidan over his lap and spank that sexy ass
until he agreed that he would not flaunt his body for anyone other than Liam.
But that was a jealous, Neanderthal attitude, he knew, especially when Aidan
was just trying to help in his own way.
He took a deep breath. “I
guess I should wear my old Navy T-shirt, then,” he said, referring to a faded
one that was too tight as well as strategically ripped to show off his right
nipple ring.
“That’s the idea,” Aidan
said. “And think of how much fun we’ll have taking these clothes off each other
later.”
That was exactly what Liam
was thinking of, though he hated the idea of waiting at all. As they walked to
the Club XX, his dick was so stiff and leaking precum that he was afraid he’d
arrive with a big wet spot at his crotch. Fortunately, the cold air and the
need to stay alert tamped down his eager dick.
The bouncer at the door
looked nothing like Serhan Rimidi had been described. He was short and squat,
with flowing dark hair and pockmarked skin. They walked past him into the club,
where colored lights spiraled around a nearly empty dance floor. The DJ was
playing French dance music, and the few men in the club that early clustered
around the bar or stood singly by the walls.
Liam walked up to the bar
and motioned the bartender. He ordered a pair of French beers for himself and
Aidan, then asked, “I’m looking for Serhan. He around?”
The bartender, a skinny
Frenchman with a goatee and tattoos around his neck, said, “No, Serhan works
Saturday night.”
Liam paid him and took the
beers. He turned back to Aidan and handed him a bottle. “We might as well drink
the beer before we go back.”
“Or we could stick around,”
Aidan said, putting his arm around Liam’s waist. “We haven’t had much time
together in a while.”
“Jean-Luc is watching the
clients,” Liam said. “He’s not expecting us back quickly.”
Aidan lifted his beer to his
lips and drank. “You want to dance?”
“With you?”
“No, with that loser over by
the wall. Of course with me.”
“Well, when you put it that
way.” Liam took his bottle and Aidan’s and put them on a table, and then led
his partner to the dance floor.
Liam had never danced much
before he met Aidan. As a teenager, he was too shy around girls, and he didn’t
have the hormonal drive that would have forced him to be more sociable. Then as
a Navy SEAL, he was surrounded by men, and when the team would go out to bars,
they’d be intent on drinking and carousing rather than dancing.
But Aidan loved to dance,
and he’d turned Liam on to the pleasure of swaying with another man’s body
close to his. He enjoyed the almost military strategy behind formal dances—the
way a certain step was accompanied by a movement of the hips, the repetitive
patterns, the opportunity to use his body in a different way than accustomed.
Aidan had been a good
teacher, and in the privacy of their little house, they had practiced slow
dancing first. Aidan would rest his head on Liam’s shoulder, one arm snaked up
behind to his partner’s neck, the other resting chastely on his hip—though
sometimes the hand roved farther south.
After a few initial
stumbles, Liam had mastered the art of slow dancing, and they’d moved on to the
samba, the fox trot, and the mambo. From there, they’d begun improvising,
imitating moves they saw on music videos, practicing synchronization.
The midtempo music had a
recurring rhythm of drums and hi-hats, and he and Aidan improvised, moving with
the beat into their own routine, laughing as they touched hands, bumped hips,
even added a bit of bump and grind.
The club was hot and dark,
and at first most of the men there seemed to stick to the shadows, checking
each other out. But gradually groups arrived together, and the dance floor
became more crowded.
They danced for an hour as
the club filled up, both of them keeping an eye out in case Serhan Rimidi
showed up on his night off. He didn’t, and before midnight, they gave up and
returned to the apartment, downing bottles of water on the walk home.
Jean-Luc met them at the
door. “Mansoor and Leila are both asleep. Call me tomorrow morning, and let me
know what you’re going to do.”
When he was gone, Aidan
said, “I may not know what we’re doing tomorrow yet, but I know what we’re
doing right now.”
Liam leaned down and kissed
him. “I like the way your mind works.” Aidan led him into the bedroom, then
pulled the tight-fitting sweater over his head.
“Mmm,” Liam said, leaning
down to take one of Aidan’s nipples in his mouth. Aidan moaned as Liam licked
around the areola and then took the nipple between his teeth.
“Keep your voice down,” Liam
said through his teeth.
Knowing the client was in
the apartment gave an extra bit of the forbidden to their lovemaking. He
unbuckled Aidan’s pants, and they fell to the floor, where Aidan kicked them
off. Quickly, they were both naked, and Aidan was lying on his back on the bed,
his dick sticking straight up in the air. “This isn’t going to work,” Liam
said. “There’s not enough room for both of us. Get up.”
Aidan looked disappointed,
but he got up from the bed, and Liam took his place. His own dick was stiff too
but didn’t stick up as straight as Aidan’s.
“Now come straddle me,” Liam said.
Aidan stepped gingerly over
Liam and then settled his ass on Liam’s groin, Liam’s dick resting in the
groove of Aidan’s ass. Then he leaned down, and they kissed.
Liam wrapped his arms around
Aidan and pulled him close. He wondered sometimes at the depth of his love for
his partner. It wasn’t something he thought about a lot, but every now and then
they’d be away from each other during the day, and Liam would feel something in
his heart, a longing to be near Aidan. And then sometimes they’d be together,
like this, and Liam couldn’t imagine how his life could be any better.
Aidan rubbed his stiff dick,
leaking precum, against Liam’s stomach, then rose up and lay flat on top of
Liam, his weight pressing down. Both of their dicks were slippery by then, and
they rubbed back and forth, both of them suppressing any sound, until they were
moving quickly, both of them pressed onward by urgency. He heard Aidan make a
very quiet yelp beneath him, and felt the spurt of his partner’s cum, and that
was enough to drive him over the edge as well.
When Aidan tried to slide
off Liam and lie next to him, he slid off the bed entirely, and both of them
burst into quiet laughter. Aidan got into the other bed, and both of them fell
asleep quickly.
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