Another band member from Bran’s Visions. Meet Liam.
I’m putting it up early this week because I’m really trying to get back on a real Friday schedule and I’ve had no time for the flashes the last week or two. So his week it’s early – Hope you enjoy it.
(Archives are on the website, if you want to read the offerings of past weeks)
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Rhythm of the Ancestors
(c) 2008 by Maura Anderson
The sun was almost to the horizon, autumn colors blooming around the golden disc and turning the brilliant blue surf a deeper blue, then purple as it set. The earlier rain was gone, leaving only the clean smell of rain and salt water behind to tease his senses. The tide was coming in with waves cresting higher and higher, just begging to be ridden.
But, dammit, the beautiful beach and sunset was like a movie with the sound off. The roar of the ocean waves, the sound of the seagulls, the soft sounds of his own bare feet on the lanai. All missing. Instead there was nothing but silence and the nagging vertigo that came and went at seeming random.
Hell, he was supposed to be resting and taking the steroids the specialist had prescribed while enjoying the beach. He pulled himself away from his own beckoning pity party. His band-mates had covered for him at the festival in Washington and they’d all agreed to take a sabbatical under cover of Kate’s overdue honeymoon. Liam had alread seen tabloid rumors of Bran’s Visions breaking up and various love triangles as the cause.
No one had guessed the truth – that the band’s main composer and song-writer had woken up deaf almost a month ago and no one could seem to figure out why.
His gut clenched and he shook his head to clear it, only to grab the railing to steady himself against another wave of vertigo. A flash of movement caught his eye and his frustrated energy became excitement. He drug the chair to the railing positioned it for the best view, then sat down to watch his private afternoon delight.
He always arrived just as the sun touched the ocean and surfed until it fully set. Then only the lights from Liam’s borrowed beach house lit his path back to the SUV parked off the road. So far he didn’t seem aware of his spectator – or he didn’t care.
The object of Liam’s fantasies emerged from beside the house, following the trail from the road above. Shoulder-length hair, wavy and dark reflected the light of the setting sun. Heavy muscles flexed and stretched beneath skin the color of mocha overlaid with the complex tracery of what had to be tribal tattoos. Liam had never thought of board shorts as sexy before but on this man, they made Liam’s mouth water. The surfer’s sexy ass filled out the cream and blue shorts exquisitely well and when wet, they clung to every inch.
Liam watched his graceful walk toward the beach then craned his neck to get a good look at the surfer’s ass as he walked past. He sighed and rubbed his now rock-hard cock. This sexy island man gave him an instant hard-on. Something about the man’s graceful movements fascinated him. Even carrying the surfboard, the man seemed to glide over the soft sand so lightly his bare feet wouldn’t leave prints. He was a talented surfer as well, riding some of the trickier waves as if practicing on the sand.
Sandals kicked off on the beach, the surfer dove into the water and frolicked among the waves while Liam watched. He’d learn to surf just to spend time with the handsome man, even if he was into girls, but his vertigo wouldn’t even allow that much. Hell, he couldn’t have a conversation right now that didn’t involve the written word.
Hi, I’m Liam and I used to be a drummer and composer but now I’m deaf and useless. Want to fuck? Yah. that would go over so well.
The surfer suddenly emerged from the waves, well before his normal time, and Liam sat up straighter to see wha had interrupted him. He carried the surfboard up above the waterline and set in down on the sand, then walked a few steps closer to the beach house and looked straight up at Liam.
Dammit, the man had seen him watching and didn’t like it.
A few more steps and the man came up the steps and stood at the base of the lanai steps. Then, completely out of the blue, he began to dance. The slow, sultry movements of the hula seemed to seduce Liam on the most primitive level. Even without sound or voice, the surfer’s dance seemed to echo in his soul. The muscular, sexy Hawaiian man seemed to sway and turn to the rhythm of Liam’s heart, each motion in time to that ancient rhythm.
With a final turn, the surfer stopped and held his arms out toward Liam as if in invitation, the outline of his erect cock clearly visible under his wet shorts.
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Maura! How could you leave it like that?! I want to read more of this story!
All whinging comments aside, this really was a great flash. I loved the descriptions; they made this story come alive and it was very easy to picture every little thing. Fantastic job!
by Sharyn September 25th, 2008 at 7:22 pmwoo hoo, so next week we get another band member? pllllleeeeeeease!
by Jo September 25th, 2008 at 7:31 pmWoo Hoo! So, there’s more? Right? RIGHT? I want to know what happens next please!
I could just about feel the warm ocean breeze on my skin from the wonderful descriptive text. Keep up the great work!!
by Robin Snodgrass September 26th, 2008 at 5:22 amMaura,
This was amazingly discriptive and totally beautiful. I would dearly love to read more of this story. You are going to give us some more aren’t you?
by ReaLee September 26th, 2008 at 10:46 pmYumm, fuel for my fantasy tonight. I do wish you would give us more. Amazing descriptions.
by onyx September 27th, 2008 at 11:01 amWell, I guess he’s going to be part of a series at MLR for the Bran’s Visions band. I have some other stories on my plate but they seem to be getting their chance :)
When the characters appear and stick, it’s a good sign.
by Maura Anderson September 27th, 2008 at 4:22 pm*gasp* How could you leave it like that???? You are a mean, mean woman
by Nikita September 30th, 2008 at 9:52 am