GENRE: Gay BDSM Spicy Romance
LENGTH: 5,216 words
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When Liam Dolan abruptly left Taylor Robinson to pursue his chosen career as an athletic trainer for a major university, did he behave like a good little boy or did he find himself engaging in even more provocative experiences? A surreptitious encounter with an innocent waiter, or two, and some athletic tape will raise more than just Liam’s eyebrow.

The Lamentation of Liam is short follow-up to Savoring the Sauce that answers this question and adds even more spice to Liam’s life, and not just to the chicken parmesan ordered in a restaurant.

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

Nursing a glass of ice water, he was still unsure if he was violating the team’s curfew rules when he left his room. But, he was going stir-crazy from his horniness and needed to get out of his room to explore some semblance of nightlife, even if it was this local eatery. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, he surmised.

Thankfully, seeing no one affiliated with the university’s athletic department, he returned to perusing the menu. His careful study was interrupted by the gaggle of waiters playing rock-paper-scissors in the back corner. He nodded in their direction, gave another shrug of the shoulders, and went back to studying the menu. The winning waiter sauntered over, casting a shadow over the table. “What’s your chicken parm like?” Liam asked, still not looking up.

Hearing nothing, the stud raised his eyes toward the waiter.

“I’m Justin,” the waiter announced. Adorned in solid black, he refilled the glass of ice water and plopped a napkin with his name scribbled in purple magic marker. “I’ll be servicing you this evening.”

Liam furrowed a brow and took a not-so-subtle glance at Justin’s crotch. He smiled, swallowed, and answered, “Really now?”

Justin put a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. “I apologize. That didn’t come out the way it was intended.”

Liam snickered. “It’s alright. It’s a shame, but it’s all right.”

Justin blushed and heaved a heavy sigh. “Thank you for understanding. Can I help you with anything?”

Yeah, Liam thought, adjusting his throbbing cock. There are a few things you can help me with. He returned his attention back to the menu. For the third time in ten minutes, he asked, “How’s your chicken parm?”

“Very tasty,” Justin said.

Liam turned his attention off the menu to notice Justin had moved so that his field of vision was now in his waiter’s crotch. With an inviting look of licentiousness, Liam ran his eyes from his waiter’s groin up to his silver belt buckle, to the black shirt plastered to his tight abs, then his perking nipples. An outline of a white tank could be discerned. A sly smile trickled across Liam’s face as his mind wandered to everything he and Taylor did to that black one he wore over to his apartment their first night. When their eyes reached, the waiter asked, “See anything that’s tempting your taste buds?”

“There are so many choices. I have no idea where to begin,” Liam answered.