I'm not a prude by any means, but I decided from the outset that there would be no sex in Naked Hero. The characters have sex - Lewis and Lee are both caught with their trousers down by the tabloids (not together I might add), but I don't write these scenes, they are merely referred to. But any story involving a healthy, attractive, young gay man who is searching for his perfect man, has to have an element of sex as an under current - a very big element. And that was the challenge I set myself - to write a book that oozes sexuality, deals with sexuality, has very sexy characters who are hot for each other, but convey all this without any sex whatsoever.
With Lewis and Scott I used the locker room as an early platform to create this under current of sexual attraction. With Lewis and Lee it is photographs to begin with... At the party where they meet there is a huge photograph of Lewis on display which Lee takes time to consider, and of course Lewis has a wealth of pictures of Lee from his raunchy website.
Photographs are fine to begin with, but once they meet, they need more than this - the tool is too weak to convey the attraction they feel for each other. There are numerous scenes where I let the sexual tension sizzle, but my favourite is the one where they lark around in the pool having agreed that it is best they stay friends and no more. Having set this demarcation it is then easy to let the sexual heat rise because they cannot take it further.
Here's a snippet from that scene...
With things now supposedly resolved between them, Lewis and Lee spent the next half hour chatting away, tennis and sex left well out of the conversation. Then it was decided that perhaps a swim was in order to cool down in the building heat. Lewis was already in a pair of Bermudas that would do just fine – Lee however was in need of a costume. He was shown to Lewis’s room where
a whole selection was there for the choosing, the determined young Scot beating a retreat before Lee made his pick and stripped to change into them.
But temptation could never be totally avoided. When Lee appeared a few minutes later, Lewis appreciated just how much he was turning away by keeping the friendship platonic. The glamour shots on Lee’s website of him posing in swimwear were all very well, but they were nothing compared to the impact of seeing him like that in the flesh. He truly had the perfect body – if
Michelangelo was still alive then he would surely chose Lee as his muse for David. And he carried it so naturally - not strutting around and posing for effect.
Lewis wildly grinned when he saw him emerge through the patio doors and walk over to the outdoor shower, the lad thankful that he was already in the pool so that his reaction was fluidly disguised. Lee had selected a pair of light blue trunks which fitted him reasonably well – too well perhaps as if anything they were slightly on the small side, which was more than could be said
for what they were struggling to contain. Lewis was sure the mischievous sod had a semi-erection – but then he was in no position to accuse!
“You old tart, you!” shouted Lewis as Lee walked towards him. “Couldn’t you find anything a bit less
revealing?”
“They’re your trunks, not mine, so don’t call me a tart,” replied Lee as he walked past where Lewis was treading water, keeping his reaction to this sight well out of view. Then once he had passed and had his back to Lewis, knowing full well the lad was still watching him, Lee pulled the trunks down to give a quick flash of his ass then pulled them up as he reached the shower.
“Now that is what you call tarty!” he laughed facing Lewis, turning on the water which cascaded over his body, wetting the Lycra that covered his modesty making the outline all the clearer to see.
Unable to resist, Lewis watched, keeping his own modesty well submerged. Temptation raged as blood did its trick, and Lee didn’t help as he rubbed himself down, mischievous hands nudging at the trunks to offer a glimpse of his neatly trimmed pubes. It was as if he was mocking in the friendliest way – sex needn’t change things, and look what you’re missing!
But in reality it would. Lewis knew that for sure, and he smiled at his friend as he caught his eye. “Come on! You can’t stand there all day playing with yourself - either go inside and toss one off, or get in the pool and behave yourself.”
And with that he swam off and started doing a few lengths, dragging water from start to finish.
With Lewis and Scott I used the locker room as an early platform to create this under current of sexual attraction. With Lewis and Lee it is photographs to begin with... At the party where they meet there is a huge photograph of Lewis on display which Lee takes time to consider, and of course Lewis has a wealth of pictures of Lee from his raunchy website.
Photographs are fine to begin with, but once they meet, they need more than this - the tool is too weak to convey the attraction they feel for each other. There are numerous scenes where I let the sexual tension sizzle, but my favourite is the one where they lark around in the pool having agreed that it is best they stay friends and no more. Having set this demarcation it is then easy to let the sexual heat rise because they cannot take it further.
Here's a snippet from that scene...
With things now supposedly resolved between them, Lewis and Lee spent the next half hour chatting away, tennis and sex left well out of the conversation. Then it was decided that perhaps a swim was in order to cool down in the building heat. Lewis was already in a pair of Bermudas that would do just fine – Lee however was in need of a costume. He was shown to Lewis’s room where
a whole selection was there for the choosing, the determined young Scot beating a retreat before Lee made his pick and stripped to change into them.
But temptation could never be totally avoided. When Lee appeared a few minutes later, Lewis appreciated just how much he was turning away by keeping the friendship platonic. The glamour shots on Lee’s website of him posing in swimwear were all very well, but they were nothing compared to the impact of seeing him like that in the flesh. He truly had the perfect body – if
Michelangelo was still alive then he would surely chose Lee as his muse for David. And he carried it so naturally - not strutting around and posing for effect.
Lewis wildly grinned when he saw him emerge through the patio doors and walk over to the outdoor shower, the lad thankful that he was already in the pool so that his reaction was fluidly disguised. Lee had selected a pair of light blue trunks which fitted him reasonably well – too well perhaps as if anything they were slightly on the small side, which was more than could be said
for what they were struggling to contain. Lewis was sure the mischievous sod had a semi-erection – but then he was in no position to accuse!
“You old tart, you!” shouted Lewis as Lee walked towards him. “Couldn’t you find anything a bit less
revealing?”
“They’re your trunks, not mine, so don’t call me a tart,” replied Lee as he walked past where Lewis was treading water, keeping his reaction to this sight well out of view. Then once he had passed and had his back to Lewis, knowing full well the lad was still watching him, Lee pulled the trunks down to give a quick flash of his ass then pulled them up as he reached the shower.
“Now that is what you call tarty!” he laughed facing Lewis, turning on the water which cascaded over his body, wetting the Lycra that covered his modesty making the outline all the clearer to see.
Unable to resist, Lewis watched, keeping his own modesty well submerged. Temptation raged as blood did its trick, and Lee didn’t help as he rubbed himself down, mischievous hands nudging at the trunks to offer a glimpse of his neatly trimmed pubes. It was as if he was mocking in the friendliest way – sex needn’t change things, and look what you’re missing!
But in reality it would. Lewis knew that for sure, and he smiled at his friend as he caught his eye. “Come on! You can’t stand there all day playing with yourself - either go inside and toss one off, or get in the pool and behave yourself.”
And with that he swam off and started doing a few lengths, dragging water from start to finish.