TeaserTuesday: Alternative Medicine: His Harem by AE Lister Exclusive Excerpt!

From the author that brought us Skeletal Equation and A Spoonful of Sugar, we now have Alternative Medicine, a His Harem Novella...releasing next Tuesday, July 5th!

 AE Lister writes incredibly detailed medical play kink and while you can order this book and read it standalone, you've got a week to catch up on the series... where Scott, Jericho and Pascal originally hook up at Halloween and then become more official at the holidays, before heading to the cottage for some rest relaxation and a fourth?  Check out the delicious excerpt and then pre-order your copy - if you click on the book or the title it will take you to Amazon, if you click here: https://books2read.com/medicine you can order from the universal link!

Alternative Medicine Blurb:

Prescription—a weekend at the cottage and a willing twink to go. What else can Scott, Jericho and Pascal ask for?

Scott Vernier is overburdened with his job as a professor and the logistics of maintaining two residences—his own and the home he shares with Jericho and Pascal. Is it time to consider making the final commitment and moving in?

Jericho suggests a getaway, and the trio borrow a friend’s cottage for the Canada Day summer weekend. Being in a strange setting doesn’t subdue Dr. Griffin’s ability to attend to Scott’s medical needs in the slightest. Then they meet Gerome, a young server at a local restaurant. Gerome seems intrigued by the three older men and agrees to return to the cottage to see where the evening takes them.

Let’s just say they don’t wind up playing board games.


As he’d said he would do, Gerome followed us to the cottage in his shiny turquoise Fiesta and parked behind us in the drive.

“This place is really pretty,” he said as he got out of his car and shut the door. The outdoor lights illuminated the small cottage and the front porch with a soft yellow light.

“Wait until you see it in the daylight,” Pascal commented. 

Gerome laughed nervously. “Well, I… You might want me to leave before that.”

Jericho keyed open the door and we followed him in.

“Gerome, you’re welcome to stay until morning. There’s plenty of room. We don’t assume you’re consenting to anything at this point except to keep us company, but there are lots of beds, so you can have one for the night.”

“Great. Would I be able to have a shower? I just got off my shift, so…”

“Of course,” Jericho said. “There’s a bathroom down the hall.”

“Awesome.” He disappeared down the hall with the small bag he’d brought in with him. 

I was eager to get this damn toy out of my ass and clean myself up, so if anything did happen with Gerome, he wouldn’t have too many questions. 

“I’m going upstairs to use the washroom.”

Jericho must have figured that out because he gave me a little slap on the behind as I passed him. “Hurry up, Scott. You need to help us pick out a movie.”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, as soon as I deal with all your dirty work,” I said, hastening to the upstairs bathroom, where I took care of myself and made sure I was presentable. I washed the plug with soap and water and stuffed it in Jericho’s bag, then ensured the bedroom was in a tidy state in case we ended up bringing Gerome up at some point—fingers crossed.

By the time I returned to the living room, Gerome was sitting on the couch in soft-looking purple sweatpants and a snug black T-shirt, looking positively edible. I tried not to drool. 

“There he is. We’re trying to decide between The Fifth Element and Gravity,” Pascal said.

I chuckled as I padded across the floor in my sock feet. “I see we’ve narrowed it down to space movies.”

Pascal laughed loudly. “It’s called science fiction, Scott.”

“Fuck off. Whatever. Obviously, The Fifth Element. Why is this up for debate?” I sat down in the middle of the sofa between Pascal and Gerome, throwing a friendly smile Gerome’s way and a lifting my middle finger to Pascal.

Pascal chuckled. “You see, Gerome, sometimes Scott’s advanced age is more obvious than at other times.”

Gerome batted his blue eyes at me. “What times is it not so obvious?”

I couldn’t help the edge of my lip curling. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

He grinned wider, an eager glint in his eye, and I felt like we’d chanced upon something spectacular. But it would take some time to figure out if Gerome was on board for some fun sex games—hopefully, not too long. I shifted, trying to subtly adjust myself, but when I glanced up to see if Gerome had noticed, he was pretending not to look and staring toward the TV with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile. 

He must know his age and beauty were driving me completely crazy—as was the possibility of bringing him upstairs with us.

The first ten minutes of the movie passed uneventfully. We were in that stage of things where everyone was waiting for someone else to make the first move but nobody felt comfortable doing so. Jericho seemed completely involved in the movie, sitting in the armchair across from the sofa, but I knew better. He waiting to see if any of us were going to take this to the next level.

I glanced at Pascal, who shrugged, gesturing subtly to me, as I was the one sitting beside Gerome. Shit, I supposed that made it my responsibility. Why had they left this spot for me? I started to panic, not that I didn’t want to go all horn dog over sweet little Gerome—I totally did—but I was nervous about scaring the poor kid or pushing him to do something he wasn’t comfortable with.

I turned toward Gerome to try to gage how to proceed and found him staring at me instead of watching the movie. The look in his eyes made my dick throb.

“So, Milla Jovovich. Are you completely gay or would you do her?”

That was not what I was expecting to be asked. I opened my mouth to reply with…something…when Pascal made a fairly sexual noise beside me and said, “Are you kidding? I’d be game. Bet she’d be a total top, though.”

I swiveled my head to gape at him.

“What? I told you I was bi.”

“She’s kind of skinny,” was all I could think to say. Had he told me he was bisexual? I’m not sure he had, not that it made a difference.

He raised his eyebrows. “We gonna quibble about body types? Isn’t skinny-shaming just as bad as fat-shaming?”

Gerome laughed outright. “Yeah, I bet she is a top. I’d be okay with that, though,” Gerome said, as I turned back to him. “I like tops…and bottoms…and most genders. But I’m really into men. Like, really into men. Like, you guys, specifically, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

He grinned and blushed the entire time he was speaking, and it was the most obvious invitation. I blinked like a deer caught in the headlights. You’d have thought I was the one who’d been pulled. Then Gerome draped himself over me, putting his cute-as-fuck face right up to mine and placing a warm hand on my knee. 

“What are you, Scott?” he asked, gaze drifting down to my lips, then back to my eyes as he licked his lips. “A bottom? Or a top?”

I glanced at Jericho, who had leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“Scott is a very, very good boy—as I’m sure are you, Gerome,” Jericho purred.

I cleared my throat. “I can top or bottom. But I like to do what I’m told.”

“Then, for God’s sake, kiss the twink, Scott. It’s obvious that’s what he wants.”

I took a shuddering breath and cupped Gerome’s slender neck, bringing his face the few centimeters needed for his lips to reach mine. Gerome moved his hand up my thigh and drifted light fingers over the bulge in my jeans as he opened his mouth to my questing tongue.

“Oh, fuck…” Pascal groaned.

“How does he taste?” Jericho asked.

I broke away from Gerome to gage the lustful expression on his face. “Delicious. Better than chocolate.”

“Wow, thanks. You’re a good kisser,” Gerome breathed.

“I’ve had lots of practice,” I said, latching onto those pouty baby lips again. He tasted young and sweet, although I could tell he was far from innocent.

“Scott.” Jericho’s voice came from beside me. When I finally detached from Gerome’s sweet mouth and looked up, he smiled and extended a hand. “Let’s move this upstairs. It’ll be easier to share him on the bed.”

I drifted my hand along Gerome’s lightly stubbled jaw, as he sighed and whispered, “Okay.”

He glanced at Jericho and took his outstretched hand, letting Jericho pull him up and lead him to the stairs. I got up slowly, adjusting my erection, and followed.

A hand wrapped around my wrist as Pascal stopped me, cupping the back of my head and pulling me in for a frantic kiss, his tongue doing fantastic things with mine. When he released me, he grinned with excitement and a raw, unabashed, hunger.

“That was so hot, watching you kiss Gerome.” He glanced up the stairs where Jericho had disappeared with the young server.

“Then what are we waiting for?” I asked, grabbing Pascal and leading him up the creaky stairs.

Alternative Medicine is currently available for pre-order everywhere at https://books2read.com/medicine and will release on July 5th!