Gutter Mind – Smoke Valley MC – Sex & Mayhem Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Biker, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
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“It does to him. It must be hard being perceived as something you’re not.”

“Oh, come on, we’re brothers. We always picked on each other.”

Arden bit his lip, glancing at Mike’s handsome profile. “If you actually dated me, how would you have handled being called gay?”

Mike opened his mouth, but his frown deepened, and he focused on a modern sculpture decorating the interior. “I guess… it would stop being funny after a while, because I’m not. Damn it,” he groaned, shaking his head.

Arden chuckled, lifting his chin up high. “Is it ‘damn it, I hate you for making me rethink my offensive ways’?”

Mike dragged his hand down his face. “No. Damn it, I’ll have to stop teasing him about it. It was so good,” he complained.

The conversation quickly changed when they showed their tickets at the entrance to the exhibition and entered the large gallery with walls dotted by drawings. It started with a large panel that served as an introduction to the man and his work, but Mike seemed way more interested in the art itself, since he went straight to the nearest piece.

Arden admired the exaggerated features in Tom’s work and couldn’t get his eyes off the whole array of big-dicked bikers in leather chaps pictured on the wall. And he couldn’t believe a supposedly-straight biker was here with him, leaning closer to avoid missing a single detail.

“Feel like wearing more leather?” Arden sniggered, poking Mike’s ribs.

Mike snorted. “Nah. I'm just wondering about the size of those dicks. I know big can be good, but this just looks painful. Care to share?” he whispered, blowing straight into Arden’s ear as he pulled him along to the next picture, of a sailor sunbathing in just his hat while another man stole his clothes.

Arden looked around to make sure there was no one close enough to overhear them, and wasn’t surprised to note two other gay couples holding hands.

“Very big is… not so good. I draw it like that because it looks fun, and I like the size difference, but it’s just fantasy.”

Mike hummed, smirking. He was so damn confident in who he was he had no issues coming here, or openly showing Arden affection, and that counted for something even if Mike wasn’t serious about any of this.

“Makes sense. Does it feel good? I mean… I know it must, but… you know what I mean,” he asked as they passed a couple of the artist’s personal artifacts encased in glass.

Arden’s face heated up by the second, to the point when he didn’t know any more if he’d be able to focus on the exhibition with Mike around. And Tom was one of his favorite artists. “It feels good when done right,” he whispered, choosing to forget the night that kickstarted this new chapter in his life and focus on all the good drilling that he’d gotten in the past. “Even the weight of a man on top is exciting.” He stole a glance at Mike’s face. What guided those questions? Simple curiosity, or was this arousing for him on some level?

“Yeah, I kinda always thought one guy in a couple has to be more submissive or, you know, girly, but then Leo got together with Zolt, and he’s hardly a blushing flower. Maybe I’ll just never get it. This is sexy because of the way it’s drawn. But I can’t see those men themselves as hot.”

Arden squeezed his hand to express that he understood. “I like how guys similar to me look, I know I’m cute and fuckable, but… they don’t get me all hot and bothered the way a man like that would.” He pointed to a life-size poster of a buff, shirtless biker in knee-length boots, who watched them with a cocky grin.

“Huh,” Mike said, and his hand moved up Arden’s forearm, eventually settling on his nape. “So you’d only suck my dick if it smelled of leather?”

There it was. The blunt flirting that got to Arden every time. “I’m not a fetishist. That rosemary soap of yours would do.”

“So what are you waiting for?” A rasp. Quiet. Sweet and warm at the same time. Mike’s touch burned. His hold on Arden’s nape tightened, flooding his imagination with visions of Mike holding him like this as he fucked Arden’s mouth with that gorgeous dick of his.

“A miracle changing your sexual orientation?” he asked to turn the conversation into a joke and slipped out of Mike’s grasp. Mike was serious about his attraction, and Arden had no doubt that if he offered, Mike would have unzipped his pants without a second thought. But Mike was also only looking to experiment, and Arden didn’t want to get in too deep with a man who only had play in mind.

“Don’t we both want the same thing? You said you’re not looking for a relationship, so why does it matter what I generally like?” Mike asked.


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