No Strings Attached by Andrew Q Gordon ~ #TeamPrism GRL Countdown Flash Fic

Thank you all for joining us for the #TeamPrism Flash Fiction GRL countdown!  Don’t forget to go back and read them all and comment to enter to win!  I will pick a winner after I settle from GRL.

Today we have a very special guest with us.  Andrew Q Gordon, has agreed to be an honorary member of #TeamPrism and took the challenge for the final day of the countdown!

If you will be in Chicago, see you soon!  If you won’t be there, see you in pixels as the week goes by 🙂

The Prompt

As part of our #TeamPrism countdown to GRL I issued a challenge to the authors who have visited us throughout the year on the tour. Some couldn’t participate, but many took the challenge. I gave them each the same prompt and asked them to write a flash fic of 500 words, give or take a few hundred.

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No Strings Attached by Andrew Q Gordon

Staring at him, I keep asking myself, why is he still here?

Not that I really want him to go, but he said he only does hook-ups. And with him still here, my head is all messed up. Sure, I told him all I wanted was a hook-up too, but look at him. He’s amazing. Kisses really well too.

Which confuses me more. Who kisses like that on a one-night stand? It’s been forever since I’ve felt that wanted by someone. Even when we really got into it and it started to get carnal, he still kissed me like a lover and not a trick.

Lover. Right. The last guy I gave my heart tore it out, stomped it, and kicked me on his way to the door. Who needs that?

I could wake him and offer him a chance to use the shower. He’d understand the hint. And yet I don’t.

He looks great on my bed, hugging my pillow like it’s me. It’s a struggle not to think about what it would be like to see him there all the time. But that’s a fairy tale that won’t come true.  His Scruff® profile says, “NSA only.” I told him the same. Even if I didn’t really mean it, he did. Didn’t he?

Nothing about our night felt like a hook-up. He asked that we meet for dinner first—who does that for a night of just sex? We talked for a while—hell, I know more about him that some of the guys I went on dates with. He likes baseball and soccer, does CrossFit and likes to surf. The masters in physics was unexpected, but my engineering degree surprised him, so we were even. His list of indie movies lined up well with mine, though I wasn’t as up on his love of folk music. I can’t stop the smile when I remember how he teased me that I liked the same music as a teenage boy. I might have been insulted, but he promised to help me “grow up my taste.”

This is bad. Even I can see I like him. Shit! I can’t do this again. It hurt too much being dumped. It was supposed to be one and done. I wanted to get fucked and he wanted to fuck me. I’d done it before and left it at that. Sure I’d had a few fuck buddies in the past, but it was just that; meet, fuck, leave. No strings—ever. Why couldn’t I stick to the formula this time?

I lean back and bang my head against the tile. The sound is like a gong in the silence of the early morning and he stirs. Fuck! Now I’ve done it.

“Hey.” He sounds sleepy. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” The lie rolls easily off my tongue. “Just had to pee.”

“Come back to bed?” I can’t tell if he wants me to or just wants to know if he should get up. “It’s cold and I like the way you kept me warm.”

That answers one question even as it raises a few more. I don’t really want to go back. It just pulls me in deeper. But I can’t say no to him. Pathetic.


Quietly he rolls to his left and pulls the sheet up. He’s totally hard again. Should I lose the clothes or go as is? I decide to keep ’em on. If we go there again, he can take them off.

Before I can even settle in, he brings his arm over me and wraps me tight. “I have a confession and I hope you don’t get mad.”

Out of habit I freeze, but we were totally safe—I always am—so I release that fear. “Okay.”

He pulls me even tighter and kisses the back of my neck. “I don’t do hook-ups.”

About the Author

Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write. He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of eighteen years, their young daughter and dog.  In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. ‘insiders’, Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day and not get the shakes.


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Farewell Giveaway
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.

Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,

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16 thoughts on “No Strings Attached by Andrew Q Gordon ~ #TeamPrism GRL Countdown Flash Fic

  1. Thank you to Brandilyn and Prism Book Alliance for inviting me to be an Honorary member of their team and to all who read and commented. The comments were very nice to wake up to today. 🙂


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