Online

on Mar 20, 2014 by JP Barnaby

Online

Not a big reader? No worries! My pal J.P. Barnaby is back with something different — an audio version of her short story, Online. 

Click here to visit E.M. Lynley’s Literary Loveshack for Online, Part One.

Click here to listen to an audio version of Online, Part Two.

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Online
Part Two: International Meetings

By J. P. Barnaby

“I can’t believe you’re really coming here,” Tom told Eli as his lover stood in the airport waiting for his flight to New York. God, Eli was everything he’d ever wanted: beautiful, exotic, sweet, funny, and smart. It’s just a visit. Tom berated himself. Gripping the phone just a bit tighter, he forced a smile that he knew Eli couldn’t see. “I’ll be at JFK when you land. Just come out through security, and I’ll be in a Lord of the Rings T-shirt just past the checkpoint. Please… just don’t turn around and get back on the plane?” He solicited, only half-joking.

“I have been waiting to meet with you for a very long time.” Eli’s heavily accented voice came through making Tom feel as if the guy were standing right next to him. He shivered though his apartment was anything but cold. “I will not get back on the plane.” Tom could hear the soft smile in Eli’s voice, and nearly melted where he stood. “They are calling for my flight. I will see you in about fourteen hours.”

“That’s such a long flight. I promise when you get here I’ll take you right home and put you to bed,” Tom said letting a little heat slip into his voice.

“You’ll probably have to feed me first, airplane food sucks, and I need my protein,” Eli replied with a wicked little inflection at the end telling Tom that he wasn’t necessarily talking about food. Tom moaned quietly into the phone just before Eli hastily said goodbye so that he could board.

The next sixteen hours were the longest of his life.

Eli’s flight took him first through Houston where he had a two hour delay, and then through Washington DC where he was thankfully on time, because by the time Tom stood near the security checkpoint at JFK, he’d broken out in a sweat. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever been so nervous. The moment felt monumental as he watched the status on Eli’s flight change to show that he’d landed. His heart pounded as he searched each male face that came through the security checkpoint looking for his Latin lover.

He spotted Eli as he came up the hall, the Uruguay shirt he’d joked about countless times on Twitter. As a joke, he would fold the shirt to read “U R Gay”, laughing in the most adorable way. Tom’s heartbeat was almost deafening in his ears by the time Eli stepped out of the restricted area and looked around. Tom pulled his hoodie closed so that Eli wouldn’t see the T-shirt and took a deep breath. He dreaded the look of disappointment he knew he would see on Eli’s sweet face.

But it seemed that Eli didn’t need the T-shirt. Once their eyes locked, Eli’s whole face lit up into a smile, and his feet carried him past the crowds of sheep waiting for their flock. His arms were around Tom before the man could even blink.

“It’s so good to meet you,” Eli whispered against Tom’s skin causing him to shiver. Tom pulled him even closer, no longer caring if Eli could feel the start of his erection against the worn denim.

“You’re even more amazing in person,” Tom replied unable to believe the feel of Eli’s body against him after months of lonely Skype calls. He loved talking to Eli, but having the man there, in his arms, was indescribable.

“I’ve been on an airplane forever. I look like hell,” Eli answered with a laugh, pulling back to look into Tom’s face. Tom took the opportunity to capture Eli’s lips in a kiss that started sweet and chaste, but deepened as he felt Eli’s fingers grip the back of his neck. Eli tasted like coffee and mint gum and sunshine. Conscious that they were in an airport full of people, Tom slowed and then broke the kiss with a small smile.

“That did nothing for my hard-on, Jesus you’re sexy,” Tom whispered, and then let his voice come back to full volume as he cleared his throat. “You checked a bag, yes?”

“Yeah, do you know where the… the…” he faltered, looking for the right words.

“Baggage claim, and yes I know where to go,” Tom said trying to put Eli at ease. It couldn’t be easy being in a foreign country away from your family and friends, surrounded by millions of people who spoke a language not your own. Eli was fluent in English, but nervous about speaking it aloud. With a soft kiss on Eli’s cheek, he led his lover…his lover… down to the baggage claim. Surprisingly, it took no time at all for the bags to appear on the conveyor belt and even more surprising, Eli’s bag was actually among them. Eli pulled it off the belt and slung it over his shoulder. The muscles in his arms flexed under the tight shirt, and Tom swallowed hard.

Jesus, he was beautiful.

They walked together to the short-term parking where Tom led Eli over to his little Acrua and opened the trunk for the bags. Their hands touched briefly as Tom helped him with the luggage and Eli smiled. Tom wished silently that he could see that smile for so much longer than a week.

He climbed in to the driver’s seat and grinned at Eli’s wide-eyed inspection of the cockpit-like display panels on his brand new car. Tom reached over and took Eli’s hand. His lover looked from the backup camera to Tom’s face and he just couldn’t help himself. Stroking Eli’s face with both of his hands, he kissed the man slowly, reverently, like nothing else on earth mattered to him in that moment than Eli—because it didn’t.  All that mattered was the man in his arms.

His erection came back in full force as Eli’s tongue danced with his and soft lips teased him. A groan resonated deep in Eli’s chest and vibrated against his mouth. An insistent hand on his crotch nearly made him come in his jeans. Thrusting up into it, his whimpers were muffled by the intensity of Eli’s kiss.

“Not here, we have to wait,” Tom whispered before pulling away and looking around the busy parking structure. Eli would spend his New York visit being deported if they kept going much farther. New York City cops didn’t have much of a sense of humor when it came to public indecency. But once they were away from prying eyes, Tom would give Eli everything he wanted.

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Award winning romance novelist, J. P. Barnaby has penned over a dozen books including the Working Boys series, the Little Boy Lost series, In the Absence of Monsters, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.


Online

Not a big reader? No worries! My pal J.P. Barnaby is back with something different — an audio version of her short story, Online. 

Click here to visit E.M. Lynley’s Literary Loveshack for Online, Part One.

Click here to listen to an audio version of Online, Part Two.


Excerpt from Online:

Online
Part Two: International Meetings

By J. P. Barnaby

“I can’t believe you’re really coming here,” Tom told Eli as his lover stood in the airport waiting for his flight to New York. God, Eli was everything he’d ever wanted: beautiful, exotic, sweet, funny, and smart. It’s just a visit. Tom berated himself. Gripping the phone just a bit tighter, he forced a smile that he knew Eli couldn’t see. “I’ll be at JFK when you land. Just come out through security, and I’ll be in a Lord of the Rings T-shirt just past the checkpoint. Please… just don’t turn around and get back on the plane?” He solicited, only half-joking.

“I have been waiting to meet with you for a very long time.” Eli’s heavily accented voice came through making Tom feel as if the guy were standing right next to him. He shivered though his apartment was anything but cold. “I will not get back on the plane.” Tom could hear the soft smile in Eli’s voice, and nearly melted where he stood. “They are calling for my flight. I will see you in about fourteen hours.”

“That’s such a long flight. I promise when you get here I’ll take you right home and put you to bed,” Tom said letting a little heat slip into his voice.

“You’ll probably have to feed me first, airplane food sucks, and I need my protein,” Eli replied with a wicked little inflection at the end telling Tom that he wasn’t necessarily talking about food. Tom moaned quietly into the phone just before Eli hastily said goodbye so that he could board.

The next sixteen hours were the longest of his life.

Eli’s flight took him first through Houston where he had a two hour delay, and then through Washington DC where he was thankfully on time, because by the time Tom stood near the security checkpoint at JFK, he’d broken out in a sweat. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever been so nervous. The moment felt monumental as he watched the status on Eli’s flight change to show that he’d landed. His heart pounded as he searched each male face that came through the security checkpoint looking for his Latin lover.

He spotted Eli as he came up the hall, the Uruguay shirt he’d joked about countless times on Twitter. As a joke, he would fold the shirt to read “U R Gay”, laughing in the most adorable way. Tom’s heartbeat was almost deafening in his ears by the time Eli stepped out of the restricted area and looked around. Tom pulled his hoodie closed so that Eli wouldn’t see the T-shirt and took a deep breath. He dreaded the look of disappointment he knew he would see on Eli’s sweet face.

But it seemed that Eli didn’t need the T-shirt. Once their eyes locked, Eli’s whole face lit up into a smile, and his feet carried him past the crowds of sheep waiting for their flock. His arms were around Tom before the man could even blink.

“It’s so good to meet you,” Eli whispered against Tom’s skin causing him to shiver. Tom pulled him even closer, no longer caring if Eli could feel the start of his erection against the worn denim.

“You’re even more amazing in person,” Tom replied unable to believe the feel of Eli’s body against him after months of lonely Skype calls. He loved talking to Eli, but having the man there, in his arms, was indescribable.

“I’ve been on an airplane forever. I look like hell,” Eli answered with a laugh, pulling back to look into Tom’s face. Tom took the opportunity to capture Eli’s lips in a kiss that started sweet and chaste, but deepened as he felt Eli’s fingers grip the back of his neck. Eli tasted like coffee and mint gum and sunshine. Conscious that they were in an airport full of people, Tom slowed and then broke the kiss with a small smile.

“That did nothing for my hard-on, Jesus you’re sexy,” Tom whispered, and then let his voice come back to full volume as he cleared his throat. “You checked a bag, yes?”

“Yeah, do you know where the… the…” he faltered, looking for the right words.

“Baggage claim, and yes I know where to go,” Tom said trying to put Eli at ease. It couldn’t be easy being in a foreign country away from your family and friends, surrounded by millions of people who spoke a language not your own. Eli was fluent in English, but nervous about speaking it aloud. With a soft kiss on Eli’s cheek, he led his lover…his lover… down to the baggage claim. Surprisingly, it took no time at all for the bags to appear on the conveyor belt and even more surprising, Eli’s bag was actually among them. Eli pulled it off the belt and slung it over his shoulder. The muscles in his arms flexed under the tight shirt, and Tom swallowed hard.

Jesus, he was beautiful.

They walked together to the short-term parking where Tom led Eli over to his little Acrua and opened the trunk for the bags. Their hands touched briefly as Tom helped him with the luggage and Eli smiled. Tom wished silently that he could see that smile for so much longer than a week.

He climbed in to the driver’s seat and grinned at Eli’s wide-eyed inspection of the cockpit-like display panels on his brand new car. Tom reached over and took Eli’s hand. His lover looked from the backup camera to Tom’s face and he just couldn’t help himself. Stroking Eli’s face with both of his hands, he kissed the man slowly, reverently, like nothing else on earth mattered to him in that moment than Eli—because it didn’t.  All that mattered was the man in his arms.

His erection came back in full force as Eli’s tongue danced with his and soft lips teased him. A groan resonated deep in Eli’s chest and vibrated against his mouth. An insistent hand on his crotch nearly made him come in his jeans. Thrusting up into it, his whimpers were muffled by the intensity of Eli’s kiss.

“Not here, we have to wait,” Tom whispered before pulling away and looking around the busy parking structure. Eli would spend his New York visit being deported if they kept going much farther. New York City cops didn’t have much of a sense of humor when it came to public indecency. But once they were away from prying eyes, Tom would give Eli everything he wanted.

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Award winning romance novelist, J. P. Barnaby has penned over a dozen books including the Working Boys series, the Little Boy Lost series, In the Absence of Monsters, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.


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