Anniversary Shenanigans: Anna Martin (NSFW)

Anna Martin wrote a fic that will make us all miss the dog days of summer and maybe some of us Muricans regret how much we stuffed ourselves this week.

“Ibiza 2016 LADS ON TOUR!” Kerry yelled as he pissed into the ocean.

I buried my face between Leon’s shoulders as he snapped the picture of our friends' pale, pasty arses.

“Woohoo!”

“Oh my God,” Leon said, shaking with laughter. He turned back to me and I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“This is what happens when we go on holiday with straight people,” I said and poked him in the chest, attempting to be serious while holding back a slightly-tipsy smirk.

I was joking, of course. The “lads” were some of our best friends; mates we’d been to school with and had supported us when we’d come out in college. As far as Kerry and the others were concerned, me and Leon hooking up meant there were more women available for the rest of them.

Being gay didn’t exclude us from the great British institution of “Lads on Tour”, either. Neither did being in a relationship. Most of the lads were single, looking for quick hookups in the vast variety of bars and clubs in San Antonio Bay.

Now we were approaching the end of the holiday and sunburn had mellowed into tan (except on those bright white bottoms, and thank God the boys didn’t get them out at the beach), I felt happier than I had in a long time.

Leon leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth, just softly, but let me deepen the kiss when I caught his lips in mine.

The night air was warm, the sea cool as it lapped at our ankles, and the moon bright. I kissed him again.

“Now now, boys, none of that,” Kerry said from behind me, making me jump. “Wait until you’re back in your room.”

“Fuck off, Kerry,” I muttered.

He retaliated quickly, sweeping me out of Leon’s arms and over his shoulder in an inelegant fireman’s lift. Leon collapsed into laughter as Kerry started running back up the beach, tugging at the waistband of my shorts.

“Don’t you dare take a picture of this!” I shouted at Leon as he raised his phone again.

It was no use.

Kerry was stronger than me. A third pale, pasty white arse was exposed to the moon… and caught on camera.

We'd like to thank Anna for helping us celebrate. Be sure to let her know what you thought of her fic in the comments!

About the author

Anna Martin is from a picturesque seaside village in the south- west of England and now lives in the slightly arty, slightly quirky city of Bristol. After spending most of her childhood making up stories, she studied English Literature at university before attempting to turn her hand as a professional writer.

Apart from being physically dependent on her laptop, Anna is enthusiastic about writing and producing local grassroots theater (especially at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, where she can be found every summer), going to visit friends in other countries, baking weird and wonderful sweets, learning to play the ukulele, and Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk.

Anna claims her entire career is due to the love, support, pre-reading, and creative ass kicking provided by her best friend Jennifer. Jennifer refuses to accept responsibility for anything Anna has written.

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