Below is a section from my anthology submission Triplex. It’s an M/M/M call from Storm Moon Press. Enjoy.

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If Asher had a dollar for every time his neighbors acted like rabid animals on ecstasy he wouldn’t have to write a damn word. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d get a little writing done and finish off this novel. Instead, he’s sitting at his desk listening to his neighbors, Lu and Tannin, rushing back and forth up and down the shared stairs of their triplex laughing and joking like college jocks or something.

Tannin lives above him and Luther or “Lu”, as he prefers, lives below him. Each of them own a floor of this old printing press building. Asher wanted to live here because come on, what better place for an author to live than an old press building?

The noise finally quiets down and Asher pounces. He immediately begins typing to take advantage of the silence. Which floor they’re on he doesn’t know or care, all that matters is they’re quiet for once.

Them two have a thing going on. It’s more than obvious to anyone let alone the man who’s between them: literally. Asher snorts and sits back in his chair, one finger tapping against his desk in annoyance. Asher originally wanted the top floor but Tannin beat him by twenty minutes. No joke. Asher walked up as Tannin signed the deal. He was so pissed off and annoyed but shrugged it off. The middle was the next best concerning the view. Lu showed up a week later and took the first floor and that was that. About a month later the romps in the stairs and sounds began; two years later and Asher still hears sounds.

Like now.