What inspired me to write This Little Whatever?
Okay, other than the grace and beauty that are male belly dancers, what drew me to Jonathan and Dean’s story was the theme of change for the better. I like stories where characters have to struggle with making new choices in their lives. Change is difficult, and it’s easy as hell to stay on the same path you’ve always been on, no matter how unproductive or downright destructive it is. Jonathan’s lived a pretty self-indulgent adult life, going from place to place, dancing and drinking and drugging and partying it up with little concern for the future. Finding out about his mother’s illness smacks him in the face with the fact of mortality, so he starts that long hard trek to becoming a better man.
He backslides a lot in trying to do it all on his own, going back to drinking and drugs. Then the one night stand with Dean happens and makes him feel and want to care about something other than himself, and that shoves him down that path further, all the way to the crossroads, where he’s got to make a choice.
What do you guys think? Have you had to make a hard change in your lives?
Jonathan Mendoza used to live an even crazier life, partying with his tight-knit traveling performance troupe whenever he wasn’t on stage belly dancing. When his sick mother begged him to change his lifestyle, he agreed to try to live sober, but that change is hard. Neither is it easy to stop staring at Dean Winters after he nearly knocks the man over before a performance.
A former recluse, prone to panic attacks after surviving a traumatic accident, Dean isn’t Jonathan’s usual type. Still, Jonathan is irresistibly attracted to him, and decides to cure the itch with a one-night stand. But that night, he’s shaken by Dean’s kindness and consideration—something he’s not used to in a lover or a friend. His best friend, Rachel, who co-owns the troupe with Jonathan, sees Dean as a threat to their friendship and to the troupe—the dream they’ve worked together to build. She reveals a cruel and possessive streak that could do much greater damage on both fronts, and Jonathan realizes he will have to choose between the nomadic life he’s lived and the man who is stealing his heart.
“The bars are a very nice touch.” I chuckled, breathless, as I kept squirming. “I think I like your bed.”
“I think I like you in it.”
Any reply I could attempt was quickly squashed when Dean licked farther down my body, from my arm to my side, the licks becoming kisses, then a mixture of both, kissing each inked star on my flanks before licking the outlines, slowly, his touch designed to drive me fucking insane, and I told him so with each ragged gasp.
Then he had the nerve to stop, resting his head in the crook of my thigh, so close to my straining cock that I could feel his breath. If I’d had enough presence of mind, I could have twitched my muscles to make it smack him on the nose.
“For. Fucks. Sake.” My eyes opened into slits, making me wonder when I’d closed them. “Why did you stop?”
He smiled up at me, that same adoring gaze that made my heart feel utterly wrecked two weeks ago, so naked that I wanted to look away before I turned into stone, unable to leave. “I mean it, Jon. You look really good in my bed. Wish I could see this all the time.”
I needed to head this off before he said too much. My lips curled into a half smirk, my entire body feeling boneless and lazy. “I look really good anywhere.”
Nicole Forcine was born a strange child and former Georgia peach. When she was younger, she was never far from a composition book, a pen in hand, and way too many people in her head (she’s even been known to talk back to them). When two or more of them talk loud enough to overshadow the rest, a story is born. After years of writing and storing her tales in those books, she had a revelation: man, there are a lot of dudes kissing in these stories.
Her stories include themes of creating families of choice, how love can come in all forms and supersede all boundaries, and the joys and sorrows of earning a happily-ever-after.
Currently, she resides in Minneapolis with one of the most laid-back men in history and his even more laid-back cat. When she’s not writing (ha!), she’s saving the world/galaxy/humanity as we know it in the world of video games and general geekiness and opening other people’s mail for a living.