Three young men from very different homes, just coming into their own sexuality, bond at a time when information about homosexuality is scarce to the average teen. Their strong connection cannot survive high school and heartache, however, and their triangle collapses under the weight of prejudice and a need to escape.<br><br>Ten years later, Tucker is bitter and hurt by all the tragedy in his life since those long ago happier days. Reclusive, somewhat animalistic, and completely content to stay that way, he’s brought up short by an unexpected confrontation with the past and feelings that won't stay buried.

Fur, Feathers, and Claws

He fell back huffing, once Tucker finally stopped, and then he rolled into him, and snuggled against his side.


Chad offered a breathless laugh. “Fucking jinkies!”


They slept in each other’s arms for hours afterwards, the release of tension, of sexual need, the calmness following a day of anxiety over the storm, lulling both into serenity.


Tucker was in boots and nothing else when he felt Chad’s hand on the back of his leg. “I like that look,” Chad said.


Tucker turned. “Sleep some more…if you want. I was up at the locker room. Took a walk around. Everything looks okay.”


Chad stretched, lying on his back, his hands over his head, completely nude, and it was beautiful to see. “You did all that?”


“I told you. I don’t sleep much.”


“I do, apparently.” He stretched again. “I should probably get home to my pet.”


Chapter 97