Dear readers...yay! You're reading my first ever intentional erotic story. I finally feel like I've come of age, so now I can let all the dirty little secrets out. Please judge me as harshly as you can, cuz I can take it =)
Also, this story is mostly straight romance, but this first chapter has a gay sex scene, so if you don't like it, skip the last part. The other sex happens much later on in the story, so if you want to get off immediately, sorry, this isnt' for you. Everyone else, let me know if I should continue!! =) <3
_______________________________________________
The late afternoon sun shone down on two dark, tousled heads belonging to a boy and a girl. They were both in their late teens, and both small in stature. Anyone who didn't know them would expect them to be siblings, if not twins, but that wasn't the case. His name was Joseph, and she was Scarlet.
Joseph's blue eyes were furious, but he held Scarlet gently as she finished talking. "It couldn't be as bad as all that."
"Yes, it could be!" Scarlet shot back. "It's an arranged marriage, Joseph! For one thing, I don't even know the man I'll be shackled to in less than a week! And for another...how the hell could my mother resort to something so barbaric? This is the fucking twenty-first century!"
Joey softened his voice. Scarlet only cursed when she was really, really upset. "Well...at least he'll end up being rich. Your mother wants you to be taken care of, especially now that she's sick, and your father is gone."
Scarlet pinched his thigh. "Don't pull that with me. We're perfectly well-off for ourselves finally. Besides, am I really that shallow?"
"Well...who is it?" He questioned, rubbing the sting out of his leg. She hadn't even told him who yet—she'd been too busy going on about the marriage itself. She groaned. "It can't be someone too bad."
"Anybody would be bad."
"Who is it, Scary?" he used his childhood nickname for her in a feeble attempt to cheer her up.
"Don—Donovan Alford." She felt Joey's breath hitch, even though he didn't say anything, and tears sprang into her dark eyes. Wiping them away furiously, she stubbornly tamped down any sobs that threatened to escape.
"Well," He tried to think of something cheerful. Donovan was probably one of the worst choices, even though not a lot was known about him. He was a recluse; nobody had seen him in years since...well there had been talk of some sort of accident, but his father was richer than God himself, practically, and most likely got those shut down before any real damage had been done. "He's not...horrible. He's young, only a few years older than us. And...well I've heard he's quite a hottie."
Scarlet looked at him over her shoulder, her huge liquid brown eyes sorrowful. His attempts at levity weren't working at all, but he knew she appreciated them. If he wasn't attached, or, you know, gay, he'd be madly in love with her for her looks alone—the lovable personality was an added bonus. That was the only thing that allowed her to be with him alone. Her mother had strictly old-fashioned ways—more so than her daughter—and made sure Scarlet was chaperoned with any males. At first, when they'd hit puberty, she'd tried to keep them away from each other, but once it was known that he wouldn't ever try anything with her daughter (and after a very upset Scarlet ran away,) she let go.
"He's rich too," Joseph continued trying to make Scarlet see something good about the situation. "And you'll be well-known..."
"I don't care about that. I want to be happy."
"Think of all the freedom you'll have. Your mother won't be breathing down your neck 24/7."
"I'll be trapped, still."
"I'll visit you every day."
"What if he doesn't let you?"
He hadn't even considered that. What if he ended up being a selfish prick who wouldn't let his wife even talk to her male best friend? "Wild horses couldn't stop me."
Scarlet laughed sadly and kissed him square on the mouth. "And I absolutely love you for it."
"I love you just as much." Joseph assured her. "So, what are you going to do?"
"I'll do it. What choice do I have? She's still my mother, and I have to obey her. Besides, I couldn't do anything to hurt her. It's too soon after Father's death to do that. I don't understand why she's so anxious to pass me off so quickly. It's only been a week—we're still grieving, for god's sake!"
"She's doing this for you. Remember that."
"But...I don't understand. She almost lost me, why would she be so quick to pass me off?"
"I don't know." He stood and pulled her up beside him. "I have to get back to Daniel."
Scarlet smiled sadly. "Say hello to him, will you?" At Joey's nod, she mounted her waiting horse. Joey looked up at her with concern when she softly moaned as her still recovering body protested her movements. It still terrified him, that not even a two days ago, she'd been lying so still in a stark white hospital room. She wasn't even supposed to be riding—it'd taken a lot of persuasion to get the doctor to even let her go home, despite Scary's protests that she was perfectly fine. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost her.
Scarlet turned to him. "It's...it's not fair. That you get him, and I get tossed off to the highest bidder."
He stared. This wasn't like Scarlet—she could laugh at anything, and she'd never once—since he was thirteen and developed a huge crush on Geoffrey, her tutor's son—said a bad thing about his sexual orientation. But, ever since she'd woken up from her week-long coma, she'd been kind of different, subdued. He prayed it was temporary; it would break his heart to see her stuck like this forever.
"It will be okay, I promise."
"I hope you're right." She looked away from him. "Joey...I'm scared."
"Hey," he took her hand and tugged gently until she looked down at him. "If it's so horrible, I'll take you away. It'll be just you and me—and Daniel, of course." He was awarded with a small smile and a laugh, not even close to something the old Scarlet would give him. "I promise, Scary. Just say the word, and we'll be gone."
"Thanks, Joey. I love you, okay?"
"Of course you do. I love you too. Now, go before you get into even more trouble. Your mother is going to be furious that you're riding—more than me." He'd actually yelled at her when he'd seen her galloping toward him; only the heavy tears coursing down her face had stopped his angry tirade. "I'll come over tomorrow, with ice cream."
She smiled again and nudged her horse into a slow walk. When she'd entered the woods, Joey sighed and turned to make his own way home.
***
"Danny, I'm home!" Joey's high but masculine voice rang through the small house. The door was barely closed behind him, and already clothing was tumbling to the floor. They had agreed—no clothing allowed inside, except on special occasions or when company was over (which happened rarely). They liked to be ready at all times, and they certainly put those times to good use.