Jin Boys Volume 4: Tumbling Down

Jin Boys, Vol. 4

Tumbling Down

by

Ajatsa Lyng

*****

Copyright 2013 Ajatsa Lyng

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1. Wordnet definition, results for erotica; n : creative activity (writing or pictures or films etc.) of no literary or artistic value other than to stimulate sexual desire.

2. About.com, fiction writing definition; Erotica is a genre of literature that includes sexually explicit details as a primary feature. Unlike pornography, erotica does not aim exclusively at sexual arousal. Though the distinction is blurring in modern works, erotica traditionally contains more sexual details than romance novels.

3. Erotica is not the name of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 3 in E flat major (Op. 55). The symphony is called 'Eroica' which is Italian for heroic.

Table of Contents:

Jin Samaritan

Jin Narcissist

Jin Erotica

Jin Narcissist

Atogaki

Jin Samaritan

Act 17

Pummel me, Chip, Alessandro whispered. Make me moan from the feeling of your hot throbbing cock inside me.

KAA! Chip blushed at the older man’s words, but he obliged. Alessandro’s perfect Latino body, his black hair and big brown eyes were more than he could resist. He positioned himself behind his strong lover and proceeded to ease the tip of his cock inside the tight, quivering entrance.

Ahhh! Alessandro gasped with delight. It’s so dirty when you enter me, so sweet and dirty.

Chip knew. It was totally liberating and totally wrong, that he, the younger, frailer boy should be topping his cool, muscular senior, but Alessandro loved it that way and so did Chip."

Charlie looked up from the computer screen. The honeymoon was over.

It was a bleak October day and Charlie looked out of the window of the flat that he now occupied with Ghita. It used to be the Woods twins’ flat. They’d moved to Birmingham earlier this year in order to be with their new boyfriend who by the way used to be Charlie’s brother’s boyfriend. It was all very confusing.

HU. Charlie sighed. The view from the window was as gloomy as his mood. A chilly autumn street with a row of red and grey houses on the other side of the road, the sushi bar, the internet café, the music shop and the French book shop. Cars and buses hurrying by as well as freezing people on their way to the Underground. He didn’t get it. Three months ago he’d been in Paris, France, with Ghita, the beautiful Italian punk goddess, whom he had adored, and they’d been so much in love. They had sailed the Seine, walked Champs-Élysées hand in hand and mounted the Eiffel Tower, the sky filled with fluffy clouds and little birdies going, Pii pii pii. During the nights they’d made hot, steamy love, but now…

He had dropped out of university for her sake. Well, dropped out wasn’t quite correct. He’d opted out with a Master’s Degree in English Literature instead of the intended Ph.D. just to have more time for her. They’d planned to work together as soon as she finished her Ph.D. in December. They’d wanted to write together, poetry, love lyrics, books on successful relationships, but instead he had ended up doing BL. Boys’ Love.

BOYS’ LOVE. The words didn’t even make him shiver anymore. He almost liked them. At least it was a genre that he knew. He’d been the lover of the world famous manga-ka Rufus Fox before he met Ghita and Rufus was an expert on Boys’ Love.

When Charlie had quit university, he had tried a few publishers, but none of them wanted to take on his poetry and as ordinary jobs were hard to come by, he’d decided to take up an old piece of advice of Rufus’. To write BL prose novels using elements from manga. It was kind of a brilliant idea and it came so easy to Charlie to write stuff like that, that he’d almost finished the first novel already without waiting for Ghita to get her degree. She’d helped him out, of course, not so much with the actual writing, but with a pen name. G.N. Charles. That way she probably got the feeling that she was in on it too, G.N. being her initials.

An unpleasant smell entered the room, making Charlie sneeze. KUSHU! It was Ghita’s perfume and Charlie was allergic to it. In its wake came Ghita. She looked as usual, her beauty hidden underneath pink hair, weird studs and tattoos and the layers of torn clothes that had earned her the nickname The Torn Beauty.

Do you have to use that much perfume? Charlie grunted and tried to concentrate on the manuscript. He’d much rather have his nostrils teased by Rufus’ scent of musk. Ghita shrugged her shoulders, Martin used to like it.

I’m not Martin.

No, you’re not.

That was one of the problems in their relationship. He wasn’t Martin. Ghita had been in love with him. Charlie knew although she’d never said so, but it was always Martin this and Martin that.

When he and his twin brother had offered them their flat in London two months ago, Charlie had thought it super of them, but now he knew that it was a mistake. Whenever Ghita was at home from campus she would drift around the flat, brush against the wallpaper or wistfully stroke the curtains, no doubt wondering how often Martin had stood by the window or walked through the room. She could spend hours in the tub and when she got out, she always wanted sex, probably having aroused herself by the thought of a naked Martin in the tub. Charlie resented that. He didn’t want to be a substitute fuck, it made his pupils disappear, and that had put a damper on their sex life.

Ghita flopped down next to Charlie at the desk. She handed him a mug of tea. Bergamot mint tea. He didn’t really like the taste, but he accepted the mug anyway.

So, how far are we now? Ghita asked. We! As if she had anything to do with what was visible on the screen! Charlie’s mind seethed.

Last chapter.

We’re quick, aren’t we?

Charlie shrugged his shoulders.

It’s not like it’s highbrow literature, is it? he muttered.

No, but… she turned her big brown eyes to him and it made him shiver, CHIRI CHIRI. What is it, really, that we do, Charlie? Is it yaoi or BL?

Charlie groaned, GAHH! He’d explained it so many times already, Depends on how you define it.

Huh?

Charlie sighed. His years with Rufus had taught him a thing or two, Usually the term BL is used in Japan and yaoi in the West. BL also signifies mainstream material where sex scenes don’t necessarily have to be explicit, whereas yaoi is indie stuff with explicit sex scenes. But most people don’t realise.

Oh?

As the terms are used today, most people see BL and yaoi as the same. All the implicit and explicit sex as well as the publishing relations are not taken into consideration. But if you wanna go by all three definitions, I guess what we are doing is yaoi because we’re European and the story includes explicit sex scenes, but BL because we don’t publish it ourselves but through a mainstream company.

I thought the twins’ company was indie?

No, not really, Charlie said. The success they’ve already had with their general fiction and books on art and homosexuality makes it mainstream. Everybody knows Hard On Books by now.

That was the truth. The twins had done very well with their company, Eric editing the non-fictional art and gay books, whereas Martin handled everything else, including Charlie’s work.

So what would you say we are doing? Ghita asked.

Smut, Charlie grunted. Masturbation fantasies for women.

And that was exactly what it was. Raunchy words about raunchy boys, tender words about tender boys, all gay, made for the pleasure of heterosexual women who got as hot from it as heterosexual guys did from watching lesbian porn. It was a bit sickening, wasn’t it, but it was big and at least that he could get published.

The Woods twins had offered to publish Charlie’s first BL novel, or rather Martin had, as it was Martin who took care of the contracts. He had called Charlie with the offer from Birmingham where Hard On Books was situated. That was the first time he had heard the name. Hard On Books. GYAHH! It had been so embarrassing that it made his hair stand on end and he had blushed, too. KAA! It was sordid. He couldn’t imagine himself telling people the name of the company. So where are you stabled, Charlie? Hard On Books. Oh!

But then again he couldn’t imagine either telling people what kind of books he was writing. Hard On Books? Er…what kinda books are they? Books about guys fucking each other. No, he couldn’t tell anybody and that was why he and Ghita had come up with the pen name G.N. Charles.

Charlie remembered when he’d been in Brum to sign the lease on the flat and the contract for the novel. He’d asked the twins why they’d decided on Hard On Books.

Oh, HOB you mean? Eric had grinned. He was the sexy one of the twins, Isn’t it obvious?

We’re fairies, Martin said with his most mock-endearing smile. Martin was the sweet one and Ghita’s love interest. Charlie couldn’t blame her. Martin really was a darling, but as he said, he was a fairy, although he and his brother never behaved as such. In fact Charlie saw them more as mischievous goblins. Hobs. Gradually the ingenuity of the company name dawned on him, although he still didn’t like it. He liked the name of Rufus’ new company better. It was called Rosewood.

Charlie thought about the rosewood furniture in his former lover’s flat, but of course the company name had nothing to do with that. It had to do with the twins and their new boyfriend. Last month Rufus had hired them to front a company for him as he found it too pompous to publish himself in his own company. Their lover was Raymond Rose, the BL king who had dethroned Rufus years back, and his last name combined with that of the twins, had made up the new company name Rosewood.

Charlie knew that it was Ray who had suggested to Rufus to start up his own company. Rufus had been working on a new BL series for ages, or at least for two years ever since he and Charlie went to Japan together, and he also knew that the new series was called 'Sweet Pea', which was Rufus’ nickname for Charlie. PO! It made him turn pink, but at the same time he felt real good inside, as it showed that Rufus had cared enough for him to write about him.

In any case Ray had suggested to Rufus that he have his own company, earning the money himself, instead of either going back to Hiroshima Books in Birmingham where he used to be stabled or having it out on Rose Sweetecok Manga, which Rufus and Ray owned together with Charlie’s brother Frank.

Rufus was of course frightfully ignorant when it came to setting up his own business, but Martin took care of the paperwork and PR-strategy, while Ray and Eric did the practical stuff, all hired and paid for by Rufus. And it seemed it would become a major success. There were still six months until the release of the first edition of 'Sweet Pea' vol. 1, but because of Rufus’ name within yaoi-circles, the book had already been sold out in advance, Rosewood having to print a second edition and probably a third as well before the date of release.

Rosewood were to sell it exclusively on the net like the twins did with Hard On Books, as only a few bookshops took on yaoi in the first place. It wasn’t considered fit for public display, not even by manga-standards, as the stories had no climax, no point and no meaning. Or as it was called in Japanese: "Yama nashi, ochi nashi, imi nashi". That’s how the acronym yaoi had emerged and yaoi really only had one purpose in life: to get girls stuck on gays who fuck.

Ghita had been eyeing through what Charlie had written on the computer. She took a sip of her bergamot mint tea and her voice sounded sullen when she said, I still don’t see why the older protagonist has to be called Allesandro.

GASHIN! Charlie came back to reality, her words hitting him like a blow to the stomach. She had of course said that a million times before, but it still made droplets of sweat appear on his forehead.

I’ve told you a million times, he said. It has to be an Italian name and Allesandro is good because it means Defender of Man. It’s a really good name for a BL-character!

He heard how lame the explanation was, but Ghita finished her tea and got up, Right. If you say so. Shouldn’t you be getting on? We’re supposed to make a living from that writing of ours.

Of ours? Charlie’s mind went. GRAHH! But Ghita had already left the study.

Charlie looked at what he had already written and made an attempt to continue, "Slowly Chip pushed his cock deeper into Allesandro’s hot hole,