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Authors: Megan Derr
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then."
"Go on through that door to the back room, can't miss the stairs."
Thanking him again, Johnnie followed the directions, climbing a small flight of stairs up to what proved to be a small but handsome apartment, along the same look and feel of the bar below. There was a large main room that was kitchen and living area combined, a bathroom in one corner, and two doors leading to what must be bedrooms.
He moved toward the nearest of the two rooms—
Then everything went pitch black. Johnnie's skin prickled, the scent of myrrh and musk roses filling the air, and he could not help but draw a sharp breath. "You again."
The hot-toddy voice washed over him, making him shiver despite himself. "I could say the same; I did not think to see you once, let alone twice."
"What do you hope to gain by all this foolish, melodramatic behavior?" Johnnie asked coolly. The man laughed again, and Johnnie realized suddenly that they were only a step apart. Fingers glided across his face, and he reached up to smack the hand away, furious with both of them when his hand only wound up captured.
Warm lips pressed a firm kiss to the back of his hand. "I admit I thought to see you once, and never again, and sought only to play a bit with you, steal a kiss or two. But I find myself obsessed, and in want of more kisses. I think what I hope to gain by all this foolish, melodramatic behavior is the sound of you screaming in pleasure while I fuck you."
Johnnie jerked back, ignoring the way the words affected him, not quite certain he ever wanted to face how the words affected him—but to no avail, for the stranger was stronger than he, and clearly determined, and only pulled Johnnie flush against him. Then Johnnie was being kissed, hard and sure and possessive, held fast by arms that were like bands against a hard chest, and he did not know what to do except kiss back and hope the assault ended soon.
Except it did not really feel like an assault, and kissing back was repulsive as it should have been, and as the arms loosened so hands could roam, he could not keep himself from shivering. He tried to picture Elam's face, match the shape of the shadow with the form of the man he loved, but Elam's image slipped away with every new touch.
"Why do you hide in the dark?" he managed, flinching at the breathless quality of his own voice. "Are you too cowardly to face the light?"
The stranger only kissed him again, until Johnnie could scarcely breathe, and was left panting and unsteady on his feet when the kiss finally broke. "Greedy," the man murmured. "I want to be the only one who sees you."
"That does not explain why you will not let me see you," Johnnie replied. "You have something to hide."
"Only myself," the stranger said, then abruptly grabbed hold of Johnnie's coat and shoved it off his shoulders, then did the same with his jacket, until Johnnie was in a tangle of fabrics, arms pinned by the clothes and the wall against which he was pressed. His mouth was taken with ravenous force, and he could do nothing but go along with it. He should be fighting the assault, struggling to get away, but every time he thought about it, he was kissed again and all ability to think shattered.
He moaned softly, unable to bite back the sound, letting his head fall to the side as a hungry mouth attacked his throat. "Are you Eros, sneaking around the dark and hiding yourself until a moment of your choosing?" In his arms, the stranger went suddenly stiff and still. Johnnie frowned, and started to speak—but then realized he was alone in the room, threads of city light slipping through the curtains, and then the overhead light flickered back on.
What had that been about? What was going on? Damn it, he would figure out the mystery of his assailant if it was the last thing he did. It did not help at all that the man's abrupt departure had left him hard and aching, and why was he so willing to let a stranger in the dark consume him, when his every waking moment
"Go on through that door to the back room, can't miss the stairs."
Thanking him again, Johnnie followed the directions, climbing a small flight of stairs up to what proved to be a small but handsome apartment, along the same look and feel of the bar below. There was a large main room that was kitchen and living area combined, a bathroom in one corner, and two doors leading to what must be bedrooms.
He moved toward the nearest of the two rooms—
Then everything went pitch black. Johnnie's skin prickled, the scent of myrrh and musk roses filling the air, and he could not help but draw a sharp breath. "You again."
The hot-toddy voice washed over him, making him shiver despite himself. "I could say the same; I did not think to see you once, let alone twice."
"What do you hope to gain by all this foolish, melodramatic behavior?" Johnnie asked coolly. The man laughed again, and Johnnie realized suddenly that they were only a step apart. Fingers glided across his face, and he reached up to smack the hand away, furious with both of them when his hand only wound up captured.
Warm lips pressed a firm kiss to the back of his hand. "I admit I thought to see you once, and never again, and sought only to play a bit with you, steal a kiss or two. But I find myself obsessed, and in want of more kisses. I think what I hope to gain by all this foolish, melodramatic behavior is the sound of you screaming in pleasure while I fuck you."
Johnnie jerked back, ignoring the way the words affected him, not quite certain he ever wanted to face how the words affected him—but to no avail, for the stranger was stronger than he, and clearly determined, and only pulled Johnnie flush against him. Then Johnnie was being kissed, hard and sure and possessive, held fast by arms that were like bands against a hard chest, and he did not know what to do except kiss back and hope the assault ended soon.
Except it did not really feel like an assault, and kissing back was repulsive as it should have been, and as the arms loosened so hands could roam, he could not keep himself from shivering. He tried to picture Elam's face, match the shape of the shadow with the form of the man he loved, but Elam's image slipped away with every new touch.
"Why do you hide in the dark?" he managed, flinching at the breathless quality of his own voice. "Are you too cowardly to face the light?"
The stranger only kissed him again, until Johnnie could scarcely breathe, and was left panting and unsteady on his feet when the kiss finally broke. "Greedy," the man murmured. "I want to be the only one who sees you."
"That does not explain why you will not let me see you," Johnnie replied. "You have something to hide."
"Only myself," the stranger said, then abruptly grabbed hold of Johnnie's coat and shoved it off his shoulders, then did the same with his jacket, until Johnnie was in a tangle of fabrics, arms pinned by the clothes and the wall against which he was pressed. His mouth was taken with ravenous force, and he could do nothing but go along with it. He should be fighting the assault, struggling to get away, but every time he thought about it, he was kissed again and all ability to think shattered.
He moaned softly, unable to bite back the sound, letting his head fall to the side as a hungry mouth attacked his throat. "Are you Eros, sneaking around the dark and hiding yourself until a moment of your choosing?" In his arms, the stranger went suddenly stiff and still. Johnnie frowned, and started to speak—but then realized he was alone in the room, threads of city light slipping through the curtains, and then the overhead light flickered back on.
What had that been about? What was going on? Damn it, he would figure out the mystery of his assailant if it was the last thing he did. It did not help at all that the man's abrupt departure had left him hard and aching, and why was he so willing to let a stranger in the dark consume him, when his every waking moment
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