Eli Easton Quotes

To all those who struggle for human rights for LGTB people

He looked like someone cosplaying Eric Estrada except, yeah, way cuter.

We were running one morning through the fall leaves. I looked at him and had what I supposed was a defining moment. I saw how handsome he is, how strong
mentally and physically. When I was with him, I ... I really liked myself. Being with him was fun. Easy. I'd never felt so intensely about anyone before, and it made me sad. I wanted him to be around for a long time, to be my friend forever, and I knew it didn't work that way. But it didn't occur to me that what I was feeling was romantic love. Not until Mick kissed me." Fielding smiled slowly, a blush warming his cheeks. I felt an answering smile hijack my own. "Which he would never, ever have done if not for the mistletoe.

By the Virgin, it was the longest, most torturous week of his life! William would much rather roar into battle and take on an army than wait, helpless. The Lion ached to feel blood on his claws. He was thirsty for it. It

Being bisexual is like spending your life choosing between meat and potatoes." Marnie suddenly guffawed. "Make that bananas and mangos!

I love you, William. I know I cannot ask you to be something you detest, no matter how much I want to be with you. But I love you.

I swear to God, Boss," he said one day. "Ya ain't never been a talker, but lately, if ya'd a had to rub two words together to make a fire, you'd a done froze to death.

I'm serious. I'm tired of thinking about sex all the time and not getting any. Me and my right hand need to part ways. It's pathetic. Best years of my life, and I'm wasting them."
"You're sixteen!"
"I know! And I'll be sixteen for approximately six more months and then never again! I want to enjoy it while it lasts."(Jordan)

Do you actually see the testosterone pour out of you when you work out, or is it more of a mist?

...But you, Lance, you've always needed someone special. And...I knew it was right when I met Tim. He needs you too, so much."

Lance just looked at her helplessly, unable to say anything.

"Oh, my dear son." She squeezed his hands. "He makes you dance.

Something hot rolled over in my stomach. It felt like uneasiness that maybe shared a condo wall with terror. And maybe arousal lived a couple of doors down.

The only ones I really dislike are the E.D. patients. I don't understand why they get to wake Michael up at 3 a.m. if they get an erection, but I have to wait until 7.

My mind was not driving the car. If you doubt me, try being a twelve-year-old boy with your biggest sexual fantasy punning you against a wall mostly naked in a pool, and then tell me I'm lying

I'm not a serpent, Father. I'm a crow.

When you first approached me, all I could think was that life didn't work that way. The most beautiful boy in the universe doesn't come knocking on the grisly recluse's door. If I wrote that plot, I'd be laughed off Goodreads.

But Christian ... he was unique, a rose blooming in a frozen tundra.
Had Christian been a woman, he might have married a king. As a man, he could have any woman's bed, or all of them.
He could inspire ballads. He could inspire wars.

As if reading his mind, Lily huffed. "You're as predictable as the spring rains, son of mine, and as boring as drying paint. Unless there's an emergency, you're home every night by seven, you eat dinner by yourself, go for a run, watch exactly one hour of TV by yourself, and go to bed at ten o'clock. If God ever loses his watch, he only has to look at Lance Beaufort to get back on schedule."
...
"I've been having trouble with my phone," he tried.
Lily took two strides to the desk, leaned over it with both hands braced on the surface, and stared.
"Okay, yes! I have been over there. But it's for work. And ... and it's work related!"
"Oh? Explain that to me, because I thought you were the sheriff, not in training for a role in Lassie.

You're going to drive me crazy, aren't you," Hank said.
"Crazy is an ambiguous term with no clinical meaning, and it's insulting to mental health patients. Can you be more specific?

Fielding stood there staring at me. His eyes were wide, his irises nearly eclipsed by pupils. His mouth was slightly open, red from kissing, and emitting soft pants. Even in the moonlight, I could see a patchy red flush of arousal on the pale skin of his throat. Oh, fuck. He looked so openly bewildered and lost in desire that it took every ounce of will I had not to pull him back in and kiss him again.

Lance rolled his eyes. "I'm already sorrier than you could possibly imagine. Now you promise me you won't interfere, or mention it to anyone, or poke your nose in, or follow Mr. Traynor along the street when he comes into town, ... "
Lily snorted. "As if I would tell anyone! You think I want it spread around that my son's into puppy play?"
Lance felt his temper supernova. Yes, that was really quite an interesting sensation, the way the cells inside his chest spontaneously burst into flame. "I AM NOT INTO PUPPY PLAY! AND HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT TERM?"
Lily waved her hand as if he was being silly. "Please. Like I was born fifty years old."
"I want to be stricken dead. Right now," Lance groaned and hid his face.
"Oh, all right. Fine! You're doing some reconnaissance in your dog form, and that's all it is, and it's none of my business, and I've always been a virgin. You and your brothers and sister were all conceived by supernatural means. Happy?

The arousal I'd felt at the gym returned, this time dressed in Kevlar, and it was kicking my ass. A slow-rolling, hot-as-sin lust swept through my body, setting every cell on fire. Fielding's mouth was sweet and minty and warm, and the suction was just right. He was a quick study, mirroring my actions, alternating between sucking gently at my mouth and suggestively lathing with his tongue. But there was an innocence in him, a surprised and eager passion that trembled through his body, unable to be contained. I could feel how much it was affecting him, and it made me crazy.

I really, really like him. I mean, I like him more than it makes any sense to ... Like my heart has already signed the contract and picked up the keys even though my brain is still going 'wait ... what?

Surely, one kiss wasn't enough to turn Fielding the virgin into Fielding the seducer.

I guess I might be bi-curious," Ben said quietly."
"What?"
"I said I could be sorta bi-curious," Ben said loudly. "That's someone who is fundamentally straight but is curious about sex with men."
Joshua grunted his opinion of that. "You've been checking out my ass since you were eleven years old, Ben. That's ain't curious, that's convicted.

Looking away did not help. He was never less than half-hard, and the woods along their route had seen enough of his covertly spilled seed to establish a forest of Brandons, could babes grow as trees did.

Oh God," I said, through my fingers. "I'm. I'm gay."
I had been playing with the idea for a while. But at that moment there was no fucking doubt about it. I wanted Owen. Heck, I would have done anything he asked me to, and said "please" before and "thank you very much" after. Repeatedly. His hard, boy's body was everything I could ever dream of. Done.

Had Christian been a woman, he might have married a king. As a man, he could have any woman's bed - or all of them. He could inspire ballads. He could inspire wars. William

No matter how many times I'd fantasized about being with a guy, being with Owen, it had never come close to the reality. I love, love, loved everything about this. Holy sexual paradise, Batman, I was so fucking glad I was gay! (Jordan)

In her face I saw what I'd never fully admitted to myself- the humiliatingly pathetic hopelessness of my love.

Look, human men are either 'gay' or 'straight'. Well, there are other options, but let's not get into that right now.

No one's going to come shopping if the 'for sale' sign isn't on the door.

I felt a rush of relief and pleasure so dense it was like swallowing a ball of light. Jesus. This love thing was not for wimps.

New love is grand. Savor all the crazy, muddled might of it.

I'm not very good at multi-tasking. My therapist says I have an over-developed ability to focus.

William looked at the mushrooms warily. "You know your way around these things, do you?" "I do. An archer knows all the poisons in the woods. They're useful for tipping arrows. These are perfectly harmless." He popped one in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "If I'm not dead by the time the bird is cooked, you will know I speak true. Now for dessert ... ." He took another cloth from inside his shirt and opened it. "Blackberries." They

James rolled his eyes. "That was way harder than it should have been." "That's what he said.

Sometimes, when your luck shifts, it does it so freaking loud that it jars your bones. I was determined not to get my hopes up crazy high, not about the barn and not about anything else either. But my bones? They fucking sang.

Um.. This conversation was probably the worst idea I'd ever had in my life. I was able to picture everything Jordy described, in freaking 3D. And it was turning me on- like plugging into a power grid sort of turning me on. I felt hot all over and my dick was starting to throb. (Owen)

It's physically impossible to be both a dork and gay. It's like saying you're color blind and blind. The universe will only allow so much disadvantage in any one given life-form."~Jordan

I'm not climbing that bedamned tree to get you!" William insisted. Christian snorted. "As if you could." William dropped his sword and climbed the damned tree. A

Michael scrambled around again and kissed James's lips and cheeks in brief, silly pecks.
"Breakfast?"
"You offering or ordering?" James grumbled.
"I'm offering to cook if you're offering up the groceries. Do you have eggs?"
"No, I have sperm. What the hell do they teach you in school these days?"
Michael giggled. "Chicken eggs, wise ass. In your refrigerator.

Like an alchemist, he had taken something dark and painful, and he'd transmuted it into gold. In doing so, he'd created a new reality within himself, a new understanding and a bridge - a bridge to Michael.

I had no clue what I was going to do with a male, or how to do it, but I knew I was going to do it right goddamn now or die trying.

My mom told me once - relationships end until the one that doesn't. So you can't be sad, really. Because if the wrong ones didn't end, you wouldn't be available when the right one came along.

At this juncture? Huh. It was just possible Tim had finally met someone as bad with people as he was himself.

If we're being honest, then, yeah, it's going to suck donkey ass. But we'll get to the other side, and we'll be together.

What you are to me is the guy that I've been madly in love with since sixth grade. You're the guy I think about every night when I'm in bed by myself. You're the one who doesn't want me but insists on keeping me tied so close that I can't have anyone else, who keeps one hand on my collar and the other hand up his girlfriend's skirt. And I can't do it anymore!" ~ Jordy

See, I've had this notion about you and me since you was seventeen. I shouldn't have expected you to read my mind or wait till I was ready to do somethin' about it. I am sorry for that."
Ben smirked. "You're a little slow on the draw there. I was ten when I got that same notion.

Because it hurts to be without you. Fuck. It physically hurts