Juxtapositions

By Arx Chroma

Seth was beautiful, talented, and charismatic. I was drawn to him from the moment he and his band pulled up in their shitty old Econoline van. He was only in town for one night, and after the gig, he ended up in my room…

Then my roommate and sometimes lover Lisa got home and crashed in on us.

You can smell the booze, nicotine, sweat, and ratcheting sexual tension coming off the pages of Juxtapositions. Amidst the grit and grime of life in a run-down punk house, there are moments of tenderness, introspection, and fleeting connection. Unabashedly queer and intensely realistic, this is unlike any MMF story you've read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arx Chroma
• Release date: Oct 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223785996

Arx Chroma

Arx Chroma doesn’t exist. He’s a figment of my imagination. By reading this you’re participating in a collective delusion. Congratulations.

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Juxtapositions

Arx Chroma

© 2023 by Arx Chroma

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Content Warnings

CW for drug and alcohol use, and a very brief allusion to self-harm.

Acknowledgements

Thanks to my queer smut compatriots: GC, KQ, SNS, and my partner A, for feedback on the version of this story that originally appeared on Literotica, and for their encouragement as I dipped back into writing after years away. 

Special thanks to the inimitable and talented Nora Fares for the feedback, final proofing, and formatting for this edition, as well as for her boundless patience helping me navigate this self-publishing malarkey. 

Any remaining mistakes are mine alone.

Juxtapositions

He was so fucking pretty.

There were tattered old couches in the yard, which usually lived in the basement, except for when we needed to clear space for a show. He sat on one of them across from me, bathed in clashing light from either side — warm gold coming through the windows of the house, starker and whiter from the streetlight in the alley.

The duality suited him. Sensual on one side, austere on the other. Half of his face was obscured by what was once a purple mohawk. The dye had faded, and the sides were growing out into dishwater blond scruff. 

His jawline was defined without being severe. His face was smooth and pale. I wondered how often he needed to shave. Probably not very. High cheekbones, hazel eyes outlined in thick black eyeliner. Small mouth, slightly plump pink lips. His aquiline nose was just a little too long and too pronounced for his face. His neck was long as well. I liked watching it move when he swallowed some of his Mad Dog 20/20, or took a drag from a cigarette.

He was lithe. Or maybe he was skinny, with just enough muscle definition and understated grace in his long limbs to make it seem like his natural state, and not because he’d probably been eating maybe one meal a day for the past three weeks on tour.

His torn up jeans did seem a little loose, as did