Xylan

By Rider Jacobs

Xylan had a life most only dreamed about and a boyfriend who loved him. One night, one club, one moment of misplaced trust, and his whole life changed...

With his latest action movie finding worldwide success, Xylan decided to try something different by becoming a judge for the television show Talented Americans. There he meets Jarrett, a reporter with a surly attitude and a reputation for unethical journalism.
Xylan has a secret. While he may portray the larger than life action star in films, he has a desire to be dominated in the bedroom. With a room filled with equipment to fulfill that desire and his boyfriend Hamilton, who knows how to wield a paddle, Xylan feels he has found a perfect balance in life. Then one night while Hamilton is away, Xylan suffers the ultimate act of betrayal. When his world comes crashing down and his secret is revealed for the world to see, Xylan must decide if his love for Hamilton is enough to see them through.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Painted Hearts Publishing
• Release date: Oct 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781944054120

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XYLAN

Rider Jacobs

Xylan

Copyright © 2015 Rider Jacobs

Published by Dark Hollows Press

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Xylan

Copyright © 2015 Rider Jacobs

ISBN 10: 194405412X

ISBN 13: 978-1-944054-12-0

Original Publication Date: October 2015

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Cover Design by E Connors

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Chapter One

Xylan walked stiffly into the kitchen, his whole body aching. He had never been a morning person and the older he got, the more apparent that became. Walking around the kitchen island to the large stainless steel refrigerator, he opened it up and pulled out the orange juice. Unscrewing the lid, he brought the bottle to his lips and let the cold, sweet liquid wash away the cotton feeling he had in his mouth.

Don’t drink from the bottle, Hamilton admonished as he breezed into the kitchen while toweling dry his hair, another towel wrapped around his waist. Some of us don’t want your backwash.

Did you take all the hot water? Xylan ignored the comment and continued to drink out of the carton.

You could have joined me. Hamilton sashayed across the kitchen tossing the wet towel onto the marble island as he did. He gave Xylan’s ass a firm swat. I said don’t drink from the bottle. I swear I’m going to have to turn you over my knee and beat that cute, tight ass of yours for not listening to me.

Xylan wiggled his ass at Hamilton as he put the lid back on the juice and stuck it in the refrigerator. So were you hoping to have your wicked way with me? Is that why you wanted me to take a shower with you?

Hamilton slid his hand up the man’s back and into his hair. Grabbing a fistful, he yanked Xylan’s head back. He leaned in and scraped his teeth along Xylan’s jaw line.

You didn’t get enough last night? Xylan laughed as Hamilton let him go and stepped around him to grab the milk from the refrigerator.

Hamilton opened the cupboard. Hey look, we do own glasses.

Smartass. Xylan smiled at him. Do you want me to fix breakfast?

Why don’t you hire another cook? Hamilton asked taking a seat on the barstool.

Because you can’t trust a cook. I hired one and my life was spread across the front page of the tabloid. Xylan pulled a pan down from the rack. Besides, I like cooking.

Not everyone will sell you out. Hamilton tried to reason with him.

Can you name one person who we’ve hired that didn’t?

Hamilton slid off the barstool and walked around to where Xylan stood. Maybe we need to run a much stricter background check. It used to be so much easier hiring people to help out around a house.

Xylan shook his head. I like what we have now. If we hired someone, who says he wouldn’t put our lives all over the front page of the first tabloid he found? What you and I do in the privacy of our homes is no one’s business but ours. Household staff would take away our freedom.

Hamilton gave a slight nod. You’re right and I know it. I just think sometimes it would be easier to have someone cook for us.

Xylan rolled his eyes. We can order take out from anywhere in the city. We have our choice of cuisines. Cooking relaxes me and I don’t mind fixing us something to eat every now and again.

Hamilton snorted. Remind me never to book you for a cooking competition. I’m not sure how burnt bacon and runny potatoes would go over.

Just for that I’m not making you any bacon. Xylan stuck his tongue out at the man as he dropped a couple pieces of bacon in the pan.

If you insist on sticking your tongue out, I might have to put it to good use. Hamilton walked over to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup adding a bit of sugar and cream.

Promises, promises, Xylan teased. One more reason we can’t have a cook. Can you imagine having someone in here cooking breakfast while you sit nude on the barstool, describing the things you want to do to me? You do know you could help around the house a little.

If the public only knew. Hamilton left his coffee cup sitting on the counter and walked over to where Xylan stood. He slid his hands down the man’s back until he reached the elastic of his boxers. You would be lost without me.

Xylan cocked an eyebrow. Seems like when I’m at home, I’m the one that does all the cooking and most of the cleaning.

Hamilton worked his hands under the elastic of the boxers, pushing them down just a little so that he could squeeze the firm, round ass. You have your clothing sent out and a maid comes in twice a week to clean.

Xylan turned around and stepped a little closer, his cock rubbing against the man in front of him. He shuddered slightly when he felt Hamilton’s fingers skim up and down his crack.

Suck me, Xylan. Hamilton ordered, reaching over to take the pan off the stove.

Xylan dropped to his knees, his mouth watering just looking at the cock hanging in front of him and knowing it was all his. He licked the length, enjoying the taste of Hamilton and the soap he used.

I said suck, not lick. Hamilton grabbed his cock and used it to hit Xylan in the face.

Careful, I’d hate for you to break it. You might look funny with a little penis cast, Xylan teased.

Penis cast. Hamilton chuckled as he slapped Xylan once again with his penis.

Give me that thing. Xylan grabbed a hold of the cock. He took the full length in, knowing it would respond to his warm, wet mouth very quickly. He pressed his tongue to the underside, letting it caress the firm flesh that was in his mouth. Xylan felt the heavy cock twitch and lengthen.

You look so good on your knees, Hamilton growled, his hands working though Xylan’s hair.

Xylan pulled back along the lengthening rod, his tongue swirling along the tip as he did. He loved the taste of his man, the clean freshness of his morning shower, now mixed with the salty taste that was all man. Xylan slid down again, relaxing his throat to take the stiff cock down it. He knew how much Hamilton liked to be deep throated, how the movement of his throat muscles was enough to make the lust surge through Hamilton’s veins.

They loved each other. Xylan knew that, but those moments of unbridled lust, when he could drive Hamilton to the edge, were the moments he loved the most. Xylan continued to move back and forth, his own cock becoming stiff. He placed both hands on Hamilton’s hips. He wanted to touch his own cock, but Hamilton hadn’t given him permission, so he left it alone. He could only hope his own pleasure could come later.

Oh yeah, Hamilton hissed, his hands moving from Xylan’s hair down to his shoulders.

Xylan continued to suck on the cock, his eyes closed, a small groan of satisfaction rumbling deep in his throat. He relaxed his throat as Hamilton thrust into his mouth. He could have put his hand up, stopped the cock from slipping down his throat, but he didn’t want to. This was one moment of pleasure for both of them, even though he knew his throat would be a little sore later. Still, he bobbed down as Hamilton thrust his hips, savoring every inch of his man. He knew by the way Hamilton’s fingers clinched and unclenched his shoulder, by the way his breathing had sped up, that he was close. Xylan hummed again, sending vibrations pulsing along Hamilton’s cock. That was all the man needed. Xylan felt the hot liquid hit the back of his throat. Hamilton pushed in further, sending the liquid straight down into Xylan’s stomach. The man swallowed, his throat muscles milking the last few squirts from his lover.

Damn, you’re so good at that. Hamilton held on to the man who still kneeled before him. As soon as I can walk, I will sit down.

Xylan shrugged as he stood up and moved back to the stove. That was just a quick suck.

Hamilton grabbed the man’s arm. With you, it is never a quick suck. I love you, Xylan.

Xylan turned the stove back on, set another pan on the burner, and drizzled olive oil in it. I know you do, Hamilton. I love you, too. What do you want in your omelet?

I don’t care. Whatever you put in it will be fine. Hamilton gave him one more quick kiss. I’m going to grab some paperwork and will be back in a moment.

You could wait until after breakfast to do any paperwork, Xylan called to the retreating figure.

I’m just going to check a few emails. I’m waiting to hear back from the network about something big, Hamilton called back from the other room.

Still could wait until after breakfast, Xylan muttered under his breath. He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out cheese and ham to put in the omelet. Xylan grabbed an onion from