- Fight for It
Micah is a small-town mechanic with a big-time dream. He’s found his soulmate in high school social studies teacher Coleman Pierce, but while Micah’s out and proud of it, Coleman’s closet door is closed, locked, and welded shut. Stolen nights are all they’ll ever have, unless Micah can find some way to convince Cole that coming out won’t be the end of his dreams.
Cole moved to Blueridge Junction to escape his past. He planned to make himself a new life, far from home and the betrayal he’d suffered there. He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes again, but he didn’t count on meeting Micah, or the intensity of the feelings the man arouses in him.
But Micah is out and Cole… isn’t. And while Micah definitely revs his engines, Cole isn’t going to risk his job or his newly minted future on a relationship that might not work out. When outside forces bear upon the couple, Cole is faced with a decision. Will he keep his secret and risk losing everything, including the man he loves? Or will he stand with Micah and fight for their future?
*Fight For It is a male/male romance meant for ages 18+ due to language, themes, and adult scenes.*
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Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Coming Out / Closeted, Out for You
Word Count: 55000
Setting: USA, Midwest, Indiana
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“Well, hello there, Mr. Pierce.” Jay Owen’s perched next to me at the bar where I was waiting on my to-go order.
I’d met Jay through Cody, the owner of BJ’s Burgers & Beer where I got seventy-five percent of my meals. A lot of people in town were friendly, welcoming, and perfectly nice. But, somehow, I had managed to land mostly gay men in the majority of my new friends. Birds of a feather, I guess.
“Hi, Jay. And call me Cole. Mr. Pierce seems sort of creepy the way you say it.” I was only slightly joking.
“It’s supposed to,” Jay drawled and winked. “No, but seriously, where’s your car? I’ve seen you walking lately.”
“It’s in the shop. Broke down on the last trip back from my old place.” I checked the time. I had nowhere to be, but chit-chat with Jay rarely stayed neutral.
“Micah’s working on your car?” Jay’s eyes bugged out.
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“Just, if Micah was working on my car, I’d be over there from open until close watching.” Jay bit his lip.
“You don’t have a car, Jay.” I rolled my eyes and tried to change the subject.
“Elementary, my dear. You totally know what I mean.” Jay fanned himself. “Mmm, just think of Micah all sweaty. Pulling those coveralls down to his waist. Bending over that car just like he’d bend over you.”
“Whoa, okay. Calm down there before you work yourself into a froth.”
Cody came over and plopped down my to-go bag. He handed Jay a bag as well. “Here, made too many fries. You can take them.”
Jay smiled and grabbed the bag. “Thanks, Papa Bear.”
“Call me that again and I’ll take them back.” Cody flipped/flicked? a towel at Jay.
Out on the sidewalk, Jay and I sauntered toward the park.
“You’ve got to know that Micah is like majorly hot for you, right?” Jay asked around a mouthful of fries.
“No. He’s not. And, even if he was, it wouldn’t matter. I’m not looking.” The lies rolled from my tongue easier each time I said them.
“Girl, you keep telling yourself that all you want, but I’m telling you. Micah Edwards is totally hot for Cole Pierce.” Jay teased. “It’s like fate. You end up teaching here. Your car breaks down. Hot-as-sin Micah Edwards comes to rescue you in his big truck. Mmm, I’d let him hoist me up and tow me anywhere he wants.”
“Dude, chill out. Micah doesn’t like me. I don’t like Micah. I’m not looking for anything in the romance department. My job is what’s important to me.” We had almost reached the park. I’d go one way and Jay would, hopefully, go his own way.
“Only having your job to fulfill you is a sad and lonely way to live. You need friends and love. And sex. Lots of sex.” Jay gave a dramatic sigh.
“I’m making friends. I love my job. And sex is overrated.” Lies, lies, lies.
“Then you’re not having it right,” Jay quipped.
“Yeah? Who are you having sex with?” I challenged in hopes of changing the subject.
“Me?” Jay put a hand to his chest. “Ladies don’t kiss and tell, but I’ll have you know I’m saving myself for the right person.”
I couldn’t help the look of shock on my face. Glancing around, I whispered, “You’re a virgin?”
Jay sobered quickly. “Yeah, but can you keep that quiet? I have a reputation to uphold.”