1 disgusting star for this book , appalled doesn't cover it.
I don't have the bandwidth to dive into how OCD and Cedric being a germaphobe was painfully and offensively mishandled, so I'll just focus on: thug, cornrows, crying, bisexuality and a beautiful gay caricature.
Everything below is direct copied text from the book. And no, that's not even all of it.
Cedric: upper-crust white British guy. 6'2
Kevin: 5'11 blue collar guy (by his own description)
noun: thug; plural noun: thugs
1. a violent, aggressive person, especially one who is a criminal.
"he was attacked by a gang of thugs"
2. HISTORICAL: a member of a group or organization of robbers and assassins in India who waylaid and strangled their victims, usually travellers, and stole their belongings. They were suppressed by the British in the 1830s.
'Thug' is used 28 times in a 276 page book. In the first chapter alone, 'thug' is used TEN times.
The word thug has racial and cultural overtones and we all know when and why it's been used.
So, how is Cedric a thug? He isn't, obviously, so why is it so cute and funny (hahahaha 🙄) to call a white man dressed in business attire a thug? (28 times, folks.) Is it the lip ring? Or the gauges in his ears? I don't think that's what defines a thug, is it? Ohhh...is it the "the blackest and straightest cornrows...hanging all the way to the middle of his back"?
Let's start with dipshit Kevin's first impression of Cedric's appearance:
Broad shoulders under a light blue dress shirt emphasized a trim waist. He wore a swirl-pattern tie, dark grey dress pants, and extremely polished black shoes, but Kevin doubted he was one of those professional guys from the area. The outfit was right, but the hairstyle wasn’t. He had the blackest and straightest cornrows Kevin had ever seen hanging all the way to the middle of his back, not something you usually saw on corporate types. He also had mid-size black gauges in both ears and a lip ring. He looked like a thug. An extremely pretty, fashionable thug, and he was wearing leather gloves, even though it wasn’t cold. Kevin couldn’t decide if the gloves were sexy or added to the illusion of danger. (1,2)
3. Kevin glanced at the pretty thug one last time on his way out of the coffee shop,
4. The guy had a dress shirt on. It was too dark to see if it was blue, but the gloves were the same kind the pretty thug from the coffee shop had been wearing.
• Kevin was all up for it being the dude with the earrings and the crazy hair.
5. Pretty Thug reached between Kevin’s legs and pulled on his sac.
6. Kevin turned around and slammed Pretty Thug against the wall.
7. Another whimper escaped him when Pretty Thug grabbed his jaw, forced Kevin’s mouth to open wider and pushed his tongue inside. The guy had a damn tongue stud. (Don't forget the Thug/Cedric is a germaphobe and has OCD, supposedly at high levels.)
8. Pretty Thug grabbed Kevin’s hips, either pulling him closer or trying to resist him. (We are still on page 12, btw)
9. He almost came again just from hearing Pretty Thug groan.
10. Pretty Thug took off the condoms and pulled his briefs then pants up.
End of Chapter 1. 😃
11. Mortified as he was, he still got hard just thinking about the pretty thug. That guy with his fingerless leather gloves, his piercings and his refined attitude was fucking hot.
12. Even talking to the twink had felt cheap to Kevin, not intense and exciting like his encounter with the Pretty Thug.
13. A vision of tall perfection with black hair in cornrows ambushed Kevin’s memory. He wasn’t surprised. The pretty thug from the sex shop had featured in quite a few of his fantasies.
14. It happened at the most random moments, but a day wouldn’t go by without Kevin thinking about Pretty Thug.
15. Kevin agreed, but nobody had been able to get his engine revving the way Pretty Thug did.
16. Pretty Thug sat on the corner of the desk and realigned his books.
17. What the hell was Pretty Thug doing here?
18. Pretty Thug made brief eye contact with each student after he’d read their name and they raised their hand.
19. What if Pretty Thug didn’t kick him out, though?
20. He even liked the cornrows. They made Pretty Thug’s high cheekbones stand out. Was that his real hair or some of that synthetic stuff he’d heard about? Kevin hoped it was real… he’d love to see it out of the braids… he’d love to go down on Cedric while he had all that black hair spilling around him.
21. He glanced up. Pretty Thug’s eyes seized on him.
22. The man was, hands down, the biggest, prettiest, walking contradiction Kevin had encountered in his life. He was a rich boy who looked like a fashionable thug, but was an architect and a professor at twenty-six.
23. He glanced at Cedric out of the corner of his eye. Tonight he wore a long sleeved, form-fitting purple t-shirt, dark wash jeans and white sneakers with purple trim. The scarf with the skull design around his neck looked expensive as hell, and it was so high it almost covered his mouth. Cedric made no attempt to remove it. Kevin wasn’t surprised. One need not be a genius to figure out Pretty Thug got freaked out by germs, and fall colds with their accompanying sneezing were all over the place.
24. Kevin smoothed a hand up Cedric’s hard thigh, and cupped his hairless testicles. “Baby, please,” he pleaded, lifting and opening his legs shamelessly. “I want… shit, I want more.”
Cedric swallowed hard and blanched, but he nodded and reached for the condoms. Kevin grabbed the lube immediately. No way was he letting Cedric’s condition get in the middle. Not this time. Not when he was so close to getting what he’d been wanting for months: the pretty thug buried balls deep in his ass.
“What if I can’t?” Cedric asked quietly, lying on his side next to him. “What if I let you down?”
25. But he still couldn’t get over the way in which Cedric had snapped at Ava when she’d touched him. Instead of being able to get on Cedric’s case for using the wrong tone with his baby girl, Kevin was forced to bite his tongue, and simmer quietly. After all, only God knew what kind of reaction Cedric would have if Kevin gave him a hard time over it. He still wanted to take care of his pretty thug for the rest of his life, but fuck yeah, he was resentful, and that was only the tip of the iceberg. He was tired of waiting for Cedric to tell him why he’d cried a week ago, and the lack of sex was becoming an issue.
26. “Stop right there,” Kevin cut her off. “Just… stop.”
“Listen, I get that you have a new lifestyle, and that you had to start somewhere, but bringing your thuggish boy toy around my children is unacceptable.”
“Cedric is not my boy toy,” Kevin snapped, “and I would appreciate it if you stopped referring to him in such a disdainful tone.”
27. Kevin’s head snapped to the side, and sure enough, there he was, thugged out to the ninth degree, dressed in loose blue jeans, red sneakers, what looked like a red, long-sleeve t-shirt, and a black hoodie two sizes too big for his tall, lean frame. And a do-rag. The boy was wearing a half-red, half-black do-rag, along with over-sized sunglasses, and the biggest ear gauges Kevin had seen on him to date. They were so big, he could easily make them out from the distance, and there were at least a hundred feet between them.
28. The combination of thuggish attitude and impeccable manners Cedric had going on was one of the things he liked the most about the guy, and damn if hearing him now didn’t make Kevin two hundred degrees hot for his Brit.
More amazing content:
• Kevin stifled a moan. Soon he’d be sounding like a woman if he didn’t get hold of his reactions. “It feels wonderful.”
• Rosa was Roberto’s sister, and Cedric’s hairdresser. The woman responsible for those perfectly aligned cornrows Cedric liked so much.
• Cedric was highly aware his hair and clothes never made a good first impression, plus going by what Kevin told him she was already predisposed against his style, but he didn’t believe for a second his look was the problem.
• The guy moved his head to the side, making contact with Kevin’s hand. The cornrows were way softer than he had thought they would be.
• He gripped Cedric’s thigh with one hand and buried the other in his cornrows, only to drop both arms when he remembered he wasn’t supposed to touch.
• “No cornrows tonight?”
“Took them out when I got home,” he mumbled. “They’re too tight, and make my headache worse.”
• Sure enough, there was Cedric… like he’d never seen him before. Nothing was different about his clothes. Sweatpants and hoodies were Cedric’s standard ensemble whenever he was home, although the gloves were missing, and the black beanie was a new addition. Yeah. The outfit was the same ole’, same ole’. It was the hair that had Kevin gaping like an idiot. Instead of tight cornrows, an almost waist-length, silky-looking mane hung down Cedric’s torso, with a few strands floating around his pretty face.
• “I—I… Jesus, oddball...” Kevin cradled his face, and stroked his jaw and cheekbone. “I love you too,” he whispered, burying his hands in Cedric’s cornrows, and covering his cheeks, jaw, and lips with soft, tender kisses. “So fucking much.”
• Was that Cedric’s doing? Did seeing a gay man with cornrows on his head, and several piercings on his face, kicking a soccer ball like a pro, make homosexuality cool in those boys’ eyes? Did they even know Cedric was gay? Did Kevin have Cedric to thank for TK’s restored status among his friends?
• “Plus, there’s the fact you had the hardest time taking your eyes off TK’s karate instructor.”
“What?” He could feel his face turn red. Kevin thought he’d been discreet whenever he checked the little Asian guy out, which was all the time. Good Lord, but had he made Kevin hard. He couldn’t remember in how many of his fantasies the short guy with the compact body had starred.
• He hadn’t purposefully misled her by pretending he was heterosexual. Although he’d been attracted to guys, it wasn’t until after his daughter Brianna was born that Kevin seriously questioned his sexuality. He might not have talked to his wife about it, but prior to that point he’d been convinced he was bisexual. “I thought I was bisexual,” he said it out loud. It was important that Jenny knew this.
• Cedric felt his face redden in mortification, but he didn’t apologize for his meltdown. Twenty-six year old blokes shouldn’t be crying in front of their brand new lovers, but God knew nothing he and Kevin did was normal.
• He’d die if they saw him pulling his hair, and crying like a babe as he lost his shit over things they couldn’t comprehend.
• “Well, hello there! Are you Kevin? But of course you are. That’s why you’re here waiting, right where you said you’d be, and wearing a dark blue shirt, which means you have to be.”
Kevin’s head snapped toward the direction of the door just in time to see the dumbfounded diner hostess rush after a big, tall guy dressed in Easter colors.
“Excuse me, sir,” the hostess said. “May I help you with anything?”
“I’m meeting someone,” Vaughn said without looking at her. “We don’t need you, girlfriend. You can go back to your place.”
He dismissed the poor girl with a rude movement of his hand. “Love the shirt. It matches your eyes.”
Shit. Kevin barely stifled a groan. He should have made his escape when he had the chance.
• He got up from the corner booth seat he was occupying with the intention of shaking the newly arrived guy’s hand. Instead he found himself surrounded by arms that were covered by long pale green sleeves. He was also wearing a yellow and green sheer scarf and incredibly tight tweed pants. In August. Was the guy crazy or what? “I’m Vaughn, by the way,” he said after kissing both of Kevin’s cheeks. “Your date.”
“Nice meeting you,” Kevin muttered, incapable of returning the hug and almost pushing the guy away from him. He flopped down in his seat and gestured to the one across from him before Vaughn even entertained the idea of joining him. “Please ….” “Gladly.”
• Kevin watched in absolute horror as Vaughn put his purse down on the booth seat and crossed his arms on top of the table. Why the hell was the man carrying a handbag? Kevin looked around frantically, and almost slid under the table when he noticed Vaughn had managed to attract the other patrons’ attention. Wonderful. “Would you like to drink something first or can we just order?” Kevin pushed the menu toward Vaughn. The sooner they ate, the sooner Kevin would be able to run out of the diner. “Lord, but you’re handsoooooome!” And Vaughn wasn’t. Not that Kevin was the shallow type or totally hooked on physical appearance, but this guy looked nothing like his picture. He had to be close to fifty, and he was… well, he was a fruit. Total pansy. “Thank you.” Kevin checked his phone for messages. Hopefully his kids, his parents or his ex-wife would have an emergency and he’d have an excuse to get away from Mr. Loud and Flashy.
“So tell me.” Vaughn covered Kevin’s hand with one of his big, sweaty paws and caressed him softly. “Are you a top or a bottom?” Kevin’s jaw almost hit the table surface.
• “Excuse me?”
“Sorry if I’m coming on too strong, but no need to waste time on pleasantries if we aren’t compatible, right?”
Right. Of course. Made perfect sense. Everybody knew compatibility was measured by preferred sexual roles. Silly little details such as similar personalities or kindred spirits had nothing to do with it, and apparently no one knew it better than the gays.
• “Think getyourflameon.com overlooked some rather important criteria before perfectly matching us?” Kevin’s tone was sarcastic but Vaughn, the third strike against that blasted dating site, totally missed it. He just batted his long eyelashes and winked at Kevin. “Probably, but I’m not holding it against them. Gosh, you’re gorgeous.”
“I wonder why the website doesn’t include that question.”
“Maybe because they fancy themselves as true matchmakers, but we’re gay men. We know better.” Kevin must have looked as lost as he felt, because Vaughn patted his cheek and smiled widely. “Love is lost amongst us. We want to get laid… find a good sex partner... preferably one who’s negative. Nobody really cares about common interests and life goals.”
“I do.”
• “Only because you’re new, sweetheart.”
“I think you’re wrong.” Kevin wanted to go out with a guy that had at least a few similar interests. What the hell were they going to talk about if they had nothing in common?
“So?”
“So, what?”
“So, I want to fuck you,” Vaughn enunciated. “Are you ready to spread ’em for me or not?”
Kevin finished his glass of water and chuckled. He didn’t know if he should be grateful for, or insulted by, the guy’s brash attitude. “Lesson of the day,” he muttered under his breath. “Never assume a guy is a bottom just because he looks effeminate.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” Kevin traced the moisture ring left by the glass of water on the table with his index finger and tried to gather his thoughts.
• Truth was he didn’t know if he was a top or a bottom, as he had yet to have a gay sexual encounter. Whenever he watched porn he got turned on by both aspects of it, and when he fantasized about being with another man he gravitated between pitching and catching. Sticking his cock in some hot, tight asshole and being on the receiving end of a fat dick were equally appealing activities to Kevin’s libido. He wouldn’t be able to tell which one he preferred until he acquired some hands-on experience. One thing was for sure, though. He didn’t want to figure it out with the help of Vaughn Miller. “How about we forget lunch and go get a room in one of the motels on Route 1?”
• “I don’t think so.” Kevin tapped the table with his knuckles and locked eyes with Vaughn. “This isn’t going to work.”
“You’re a top, right?” Vaughn grabbed the edge of the table with his manicured hands and sighed deeply. “I had a feeling the moment I saw you. I mean, there’s no way in hell a gay jock like yourself would be bending over for this lil’ old queen.”
“I’m not a jock.”
“Oh?” Kevin put up his hand to halt any misunderstandings and shook his head slowly. “But it isn’t going to happen.”
“Bummer.”
Kevin chuckled. There was something almost endearing about Vaughn’s attitude. He probably should revise his standards and priorities, though. “I didn’t mean to waste your time.”
• “Exactly how long have you been dating other men?”
“It’s very recent, but long enough to know that I’m not into bears, twinks, circuit boys, show queens—”
“Or fashion victims,” Vaughn said, straightening out his silly scarf and bumping Kevin’s leg playfully under the table. “Let’s start again, shall we?” He offered his hand and Kevin, not quite sure of the guy’s new angle, shook it cautiously. “I’m Vaughn, I’m a widower and I’m desperately trying to hold onto my youth by seducing hot, young boys like yourself.”
“Okay… I’m Kevin, I’m divorced… I’m just trying to find my way.” He shook Vaughn’s hand one more time before letting it go. “I’m sorry things didn’t go as you would’ve liked.”
“Don’t worry about it. We all could always use a new friend, right?” He grabbed the menu from the table and smiled at Kevin. “Can I interest you in having lunch with me? All of a sudden I’m starving, and we could talk about the kind of guy you’re actually attracted to.”
• Kevin considered the offer. Now that Vaughn wasn’t trying to get him to go to the nearest motel, he could see the older guy was actually pretty cool and friendly. Kevin sort of liked him, and he could definitely use a friend. Besides, Vaughn looked sincere, so what the heck. Kevin leaned forward and shook his head again. “I don’t think I have a type,” he confided, his tone low and thoughtful. “Or at least I haven’t found it.” A vision of tall perfection with black hair in cornrows ambushed Kevin’s memory. He wasn’t surprised. The pretty thug from the sex shop had featured in quite a few of his fantasies. And they were bawdy. So much that thinking about it made him blush, and going by how big Vaughn’s eyes opened and the way in which he jumped up and down in his seat, he noticed. “Something tells me you’re lying.” He groaned. Vaughn chuckled. Kevin relaxed and smiled a little. “Come on, sweetie. Tell me everything about him.” Kevin spent the following hour talking about the sexiest man he’d met to date, and how he wished he could find him again. It was an extremely weird way to start a new friendship, but he was willing to take it.
• A noise that sounded suspiciously close to a sob escaped him at the memory of Kevin’s soft words, and Cedric got the hell off the roof before he lost it like a total pansy.
I am floored I've seen this recced for having good OCD rep.