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    Tangled: Distance, #1
    Tangled: Distance, #1
    Tangled: Distance, #1
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    Tangled: Distance, #1

    By B.V. Holt

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    Chris and Peter are good mates.

    Their girlfriends are good mates, too. They should all be enjoying college life, going on double dates, thrilled by their respective romances.

    So why does Chris complain constantly to his friend about Linda, his girlfriend? Why does Peter regard his girlfriend as casual, and also constantly complain about her?

    Could it have anything to do with the fact that they are getting certain unconventional benefits from their friendship?

    Just how committed are they to their girlfriends and just how long will they continue to maintain the status quo?

    When certain events cause ripples in the tranquil sea of their lives turns out not everyone’s being completely transparent about either their feelings or their motivations.

    How much of a strain will this lack of transparency ultimately place on their friendship?

    But, conversely, just how honest can anyone really afford to be?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTopaz Publishing
    Release dateOct 10, 2017
    ISBN9781386177098
    Tangled: Distance, #1

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      Tangled - B.V. Holt

      CHAPTER 1

      It was mutual: a touch , a kiss, a helping hand, an agreement to not 'talk' about it, to not make it more significant than it was.

      It suited them both; changed nothing.

      WELL YOU KNOW I THINK you're wrong.

      No offence, Peter, but how many girlfriends have you had again?

      Quality, not quantity, mate.

      Yeah.  He opened his folder, the sigh loud and theatrical. I don't know what it is but it feels like once I get to Ireland I'll enjoy this stuff a lot more.

      Makes sense.  Not.  He ignored the 'fierce' look from Chris.  The thing he'd found was that when you had big brown eyes the fierce look was something that had to be really worked at: looking like Bambi was not the best credentials for looking 'fierce'.  Not that Chris couldn't be fierce regardless of whether he was able to pull off the looking fierce part.  Chris was a bit of a bastard, really, especially when it came to getting his own way, especially with Linda.  The thing about Linda, though, was that she was no pushover and Chris had to up his game a lot to get behind her defences.  He had a tendency to overlook the fact that Peter knew Linda as well, in many ways better, than he did, so all his talk of her doing this or saying that was given the reception it deserved.

      You sure you want to stay this side?

      Peter chuckled in genuine amusement.  Chris, I am not going to Ireland.  I'd never get in anyway, not at this late stage-

      Well how the fuck would you know if you haven't even tried?  Come on, get on the phone-

      "No, I told you, I don't want to go to Ireland just to keep you bloody company!"

      Chris tried the fierce look again, which had Peter staring expectantly back at him. It'll be fun.

      No.

      Chris kept up the staring until it became clear that it wasn't going to work whereupon, he turned –with a sigh –back to his folder.

      They worked in silence for a long time. 

      It was good revising with Chris, a lot bloody better than revising with Karen.  God, she was hard work.  He thought it was boys who were supposed to be sex mad!  Glancing over at Chris he found the brown eyes fixed on him. So they were both thinking the same thing.  A quick glance at his watch: about half an hour before mum came home.  Mum's due back at 3.

      Great.  He pushed his books to the side.

      I bought some johnnies.

      Chris rolled his eyes. "What, specially? I guess you had to get the super deluxe size right? Mine wouldn't fit in your standard size."

      Oh ha ha.  Shift your arse.  I just wanted to have some different ones.  Ones that taste good.  He saw Chris' eyes change.  Well, they hadn't discussed it, but it was obvious that this would be the next step –sooner or later. 

      They got any in mango?

      If you think that means you won't be getting your head down there think again, wanker!

      "What?  Was only asking.  I like mango."

      No, they didn't have any in bloody mango. Take what you get!

      I can see why you got girls flocking around you, Peter.  He held out his hand. Let's have a look. He examined the packet for a while, opened it, took out a foil-wrapped condom.  I usually break johnnies, he said conversationally, turning the packet in his hand.

      Well you'd better fucking not this time. I am not swallowing your spunk.

      I take a long time to get worked up.

      Mate, you take as long as you like.  I'll stop when I've had enough, so that's up to you.  If you want to finish off by yourself take as long as you fucking like to get yourself worked up.

      Blimey, you talk to Karen that way?

      No, but you're not Karen, are you?

      Chris made an 'I can't think of a witty comeback to that one, so fuck you, dickhead!' face and handed the condoms back to him. I hope you're not going to try that kissing thing again.

      I'd rather put your dick in my mouth than have your tongue there.

      Like I'd put my tongue in your mouth even if I did kiss you. 

      The kissing thing had not been a success the first time they'd tried it.  As kisses went even Karen's swamp-like ministrations had been preferable.  It felt stupid, unnecessary.  He'd thought about having sex with Chris, but kissing him had seemed, even then, just a bit bloody weird. 

      The great thing about sex with Chris was that there was no fucking expectation, no emotions, no way for it to go wrong and spoil things.  It was pretty much the same as playing footy – you did the best you could, a bit of competition to give it that nice edge; you learning his moves, he learning yours – simple. Sorted.  Not like it was with Karen. 

      The sex was all right – nice, actually, when you just took it on the purely physical level –but she did always find a way to fucking spoil it. Sex wasn't just sex for her – it was like sex was the equivalent of love or something and somehow the quality and quantity reflected his feelings for her. 

      Fucking nightmare. He really liked Karen as a person, but she wasn't his future wife, that was for bloody certain.  He'd always assumed that everyone understood that you didn't actually tend to marry the person to whom you lost your virginity.  Was he mistaking the 21st century for some other fucking century or something? She certainly seemed to be.  That's why this thing with Chris was so good.  The sex was great, but more than anything it was the no-strings-attached aspect that really worked –for both of them. 

      What the fuck was wrong with girls that they just couldn't simply enjoy the thing without trying to make it mean something? If it wasn't that he really liked the physical sensation of fucking he'd have been happy to confine his sexual activities to those he did with Chris, but no way was he fucking Chris and no way was Chris fucking him.  So Karen then...

      Me first.

      To give head? Sure- Chris began to undo his belt.

      No, dickhead – to get it first.  I don't want to miss out on mine with you still getting yourself 'worked up' and my mum coming home in the middle...

      Well that's bloody unfair.  You suggested it so you should bloody do it!

      Oh and is that Rule no.4 in the Fuck Buddy Lexicon of Proper Conduct?

      No it's Rule 1b.  Chris undid his fly and eased his semi erect cock from its confines.  It's etiquette – you brought it up so you have to be the first one to do it.

      Peter wanted to protest, boy did he: his cock was aching and he was aware that they didn't necessarily have that much time, but his tidy mind couldn't help seeing the merit of what Chris was saying.  Sod him and his fucking ...suggestions. He should have made bloody Chris suggest it.  Obviously he bloody would have sooner or later: Peter knew how much he liked getting head.  All right, but I'm stopping even if you don't come.  And you're doing me – in plenty of time so I can come before mum gets back.

      Oh just give us the bloody johnny and drink some water or something – I don't want your spit all over me.

      "Er condom? That's why we have condoms, dumbo, so there's no bloody mouth-to-flesh.  I don't actually want to taste it, you know."

      Chris again made the 'I'm struggling to think of a comeback and I hate you for it' face, snatched the condom from him and got himself ready while Peter watched with almost clinical detachment. Yeah, Chris was big.  Had he actually considered that aspect when he'd been thinking of getting Chris to go down on him?  But no way was he going to give him any more ammunition; he'd get it in his mouth if it killed him.

      Hope you like strawberry, Chris' grin was smug.  He looked just like the cat who'd got the cream, in fact had he started purring Peter would have been far from astonished.

      I'm not getting on my fucking knees, was the only comment he made.

      Chris made a show of moving everything off the bed and fluffing the pillows, before lying back with a sigh.  He looked ridiculous: trainers on, fully clothed, his condom dressed cock twitching on his belly.  Peter decided not to laugh at him: time was trickling away and no way, no fucking way was he allowing Chris to leave that day without getting that smug mouth around his prick.

      Since old habits die hard he removed his trainers before getting on the bed.

      CHAPTER 2

      After the things Chris had told him about Linda he found it a bit difficult to regard her in the same way he used to.  No doubt she felt the same with regard to the things she'd heard about him from Karen.  But that was the thing, wasn't it, you just pretended you didn't know. 

      He had to admit to not really finding Linda particularly attractive.  Obviously he could see what Chris saw in her, but to him she was just a mate, so thinking of her in a sexual way felt almost surreal, which is possibly why he didn't have that hard a time looking her in the eye even after Chris had spilled the beans about their last sex session.  He wouldn't have said that she was the kind of girl who'd be into that, but Chris didn't make stuff like that up and you couldn't tell what someone did in bed from their everyday social demeanour, could you?

      Hey Peter.  What you up to?

      He didn't know why she was so cheery.  Oh then again maybe he did. Hitting the books as usual, Linda.  You? He didn't actually know why Linda was taking A' levels.  It wasn't that

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