The struggle is real.
Nick Stahlnecker is eighteen and not ready to grow up yet. He has a summer job, a case of existential panic, and a hopeless crush on the unattainable Jai Hazenbrook. Except how do you know that your coworker’s unattainable unless you ask to blow him in the porta-potty?
That’s probably not what Dad meant when he said Nick should act more like an adult.
Twenty-five-year-old Jai is back in his hometown of Franklin, Ohio, just long enough to earn the money to get the hell out again. His long-term goal of seeing more of the world is worth the short-term pain of living in his mother’s basement, but only barely.
Meeting Nick doesn’t fit in with Jai’s plans at all, but, as Jai soon learns, you don’t have to travel halfway around the world to have the adventure of a lifetime.
This is not a summer romance. This is a summer friendship-with-benefits. It’s got pizza with disgusting toppings, Netflix and chill, and accidental exhibitionism. That’s all. There are no feelings here. None. Shut up.
Guest Post with Author Lisa Henry...
Hi, and welcome to the blog tour to celebrate the release of Adulting 101 by Lisa Henry. I’m visiting some of my favourite blogs around the place to talk about writing Adulting 101, some of my influences and inspiration, and even sharing an excerpt or two! Don’t forget to leave a comment for your chance to win a prize! Today I’m sharing an excerpt from Adulting 101. It’s Nick’s first ride on the back of Jai’s bike, and he’s a little bit terrified, and a whole lot excited. I hope you enjoy it!
This may be the greatest moment of Nick’s life. Apart from the time he sucked Jai’s dick, maybe. And vice versa. But in terms of things Nick feels comfortable sharing on social media afterward, this is obviously the greatest moment of his life.
“You good?” Jai asks, adjusting the straps on the motorbike helmet, and okay, great, now Nick feels about five years old.
“Yeah, let’s do this!”
Jai straddles his bike.
It’s hot. His jeans pull tight against his ass, and the tendons in his forearms cord as he grips the handlebars, and . . .
Wait. Are they still called handlebars on a motorbike? Nick actually knows nothing about motorbikes, except that he’s about to ride one, like, pressed up against Jai. With his arms around him and everything. And there will be a throbbing engine that will, well, throb. It’s going to be fucking incredible.
“Come on, then,” Jai says with a grin.
“Am I wearing a helmet because you think I’m going to fall off?” Nick asks, eyeing the bike and trying to figure out how to climb on.
“You’re wearing the helmet because I only brought one,” Jai tells him, which may just be a way of avoiding giving a straight answer. “Now get up here.”
“Oh Jesus,” Nick says under his breath, and clambers on. Is he supposed to stand on that thing? That’s a foot peg, right, not something mechanically critical? But at last he manages to swing a leg over the bike and get his ass on the seat. He lands heavily, and the slope of the seat immediately means he’s slipping forward and shoving his dick against Jai’s ass. His already hard dick. Nick thinks it’s been hard since Jai offered to take him for a ride on his bike.
Who is he kidding? It’s been hard since the moment he set eyes on Jai Hazenbrook and his incredible ass that day weeks ago in Mr. Grover’s office. Years from now, when Nick tells the story of his summer romance, he’s going to say he noticed Jai’s eyes first. That will be a lie. Nick is pretty sure he didn’t notice Jai even had eyes. Because, really? That ass. It draws attention away from everything else Jai has going for him. Which is literally everything else. Jai is perfection in a way that shouldn’t be allowed to live outside Middle Earth or the Marvel universe. He probably doesn’t even have a single toenail that grows in a weird, gnarled way.
“Hold on,” Jai says.
Nick slides his arms around Jai’s waist.
Jai starts the bike.
Oh God. It’s like leaning against the washing machine when it’s on the spin cycle but way, way more intense. It’s very possible that Nick has died and gone to heaven. The vibrations of the engine are thrumming through him, and settling right in his balls, and do motorcycle manufacturers know what a public safety hazard these things must be? How is anyone supposed to keep an eye on the road when all they can think about is their balls? Clearly this is why they’re so dangerous.
When Jai hits the throttle, Nick meeps.
Like Beaker from the Muppets.
Luckily the engine is so loud that Jai probably doesn’t notice. And he doesn’t seem to mind when Nick tightens his arms convulsively and clings to him like a slightly terrified possum.
Nick squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, and when he opens them again, the bike is moving. The storefronts zip past in a blur that seems so much more terrifying and exhilarating than when Nick watches from behind a windshield. It’s probably the way that Nick can feel the wind tugging at him. Or maybe because of the way he can feel Jai’s muscles shifting under his hands whenever he moves. Yeah, it’s probably the second thing.
It would be a really, really bad idea to slide one hand down Jai’s jeans, right?
Yes. Yes, it would.
Nick keeps his hands where they are. Regretfully.
It takes Nick a few minutes to get used to the bike, and then everything he thinks he’s learned goes flying out the nonexistent window when they take a corner, and Nick sees exactly how fucking close the road is to his head. His stomach does the flippity-floppity thing it usually reserves for roller coasters, whenever Devon can bully him into going on one. It’s much easier, though, to put his trust in Jai than it is to put his trust in some faceless and possibly incompetent cabal of roller-coaster engineers.
By the time they take their second corner, Nick’s fear has transformed into a sort of breathless joy. This is fun. It’s also superhot and sexy. And, when they pull up at a red light, Nick gets to preen a little when two middle-aged ladies in a hatchback look over at him and Jai enviously. Also lustfully. Because Jai is hot as fuck. That’s, like, an objective scientific truth, the same as gravity. Nick doesn’t know how either one works exactly, but they’re both demonstrable facts.
And, behind his helmet, Nick could be hot as fuck too, for all those ladies know. It feels like Nick’s probably not going to get a lot of chances to play out a fantasy like this one, so he’s going to enjoy it, okay? He makes a show of running a hand over Jai’s jean-clad thigh.
Okay, it’s not just for the benefit of the ladies in the hatchback.
Jai turns his head, grinning, and says something that’s lost to a roar of the engine as they speed off again, leaving the hatchback behind them. Nick very quickly puts his hand back where it was, and holds on.
This is so cool.
Nick is actually disappointed when they get to Jai’s house and Jai stops the bike.
He climbs off, unfastens the helmet, and removes it. He’s pretty sure it leaves his hair doing weird things, but who cares about that? He just rode on a motorbike!
Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.
Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn't know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she's too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.
She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.
She shares her house with too many cats, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.
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