After Medals

by Hacy Morris (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/93997.html) Champagne was sloshing out of the glasses in our arms as Steven and I stumbled into the bedroom. I groped for the lights but only managed to switch on the little row of lights by the window, which were hardly bright enough to see by. Before I could find the […]


Summer Option

by Hacy Morris (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/54964.html) “It’s considered tacky for a father to whore his son out, George,” Julian observed, watching the spread of begged, stolen, borrowed clothing on the bed. His stepfather gave him an impatient look. “We’ve discussed this before,” he said. “The trial will be in two weeks, and unless you’d like to […]