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Un behold
We all meet death sooner or later—it’s not pretty.
Addison Blakemour lost something precious that’s not coming back. Merely a diversion from pain, he dispenses punishment and anyone he deems worthy, they meet death. Lately, he takes little pleasure in revenge. Each day he anticipates nightfall to stalk one more criminal. Minutes, days, months, he waits for deliverance until he encounters a man wearing—lipstick and panties!
Jeremy Hadley’s incident with a lethal man he comes upon fighting in an alley should send him running; Addison Blakemour should repulse him. He doesn’t. Jere tells himself he hangs on and even comes out the closet to prevent the thug from harming others, to hinder Addison’s self-destruction. Lies. He holds on because the terrible man excites him, makes Jeremy feel alive.
Can two desperate people find happiness?
Warning: On-page violence, near-rape experience. Addison Blakemour kills without remorse. #angst; #comingout; #drama; #gay; #lingerie; #maydecember; #murder; #romance
Excerpt:
Idly brought Hadley’s Haven up on the screen. Addison found himself drifting to the website often. “Well, well. Jeremy likes walking on the wild side.” Addison perused a fairly recent entry realizing it was written from articles read instead of actual visits to clubs. Cognizant of that because he’d tried countless locations in person after… Stop. Erotic thoughts led to memories of his long-time partner. Not tonight. Zeroing in on the article, he wondered about Jeremy. “A piece for others attracted to the lifestyle or inquisitive?” And why did it bother Addison that Jeremy might attempt to visit such a spot. Kid was absolutely defenseless. He had so easily strong armed him against the wall. Going back to the photo, Addison stared for a long time.
Prettiest blue eyes. The defiant chin he recalled but not the sharp cheek bones…fuck’s sake, he wore makeup. Attention fully captured, he noted styled light brown hair longish on top. Plain, fitting tee looked inconsistent with what he knew from their run-in but it reminded Addison the man was petit. He endeavored to decipher what went on behind the blank stare. Fear. Not of dark alleys in the wee hours of morning.
Thursday. Maybe it’s his regular evening to patronize Fortnite. “Might be there again.” Wearing the suit worn for lunch, he slipped Jeremy’s phone in his jacket pocket and for the first time, wondered why the man hadn’t turned service off. Morning after confiscating the phone, it shimmed across the desk and when Addison peered at the screen, he noted the caller’s ID. It read St. Agnes. Local Catholic church. He’d delve into it later. Addison recollected the face of the priest, a sizable man, who had visited Janson twice in the hospital. Couldn’t recall his name. There had been two other incoming calls. Five days ago. Unknown caller. Tuesday of this week: Sam the man. Addison answered and ended the call immediately.
“Let’s find out what you’re afraid of.” Reaching Fortnite’s shortly after eight, he caught an empty parking spot in front. Entering the dive, he ordered a beer before snagging a table in a dimly lit corner. Give it a couple hours. Nothing else to occupy him this evening. Two hours later, Jeremy showed up in a shirt opened to his belly button, chest bare of a single hair. Sweet. Bastard was sexy as hell made up and damn if Addison’s dick didn’t go on a rampage. Dark slacks so tight he wandered how boxers or anything fit beneath them. Hardly any time passed before he eyed a man who, after a brief chat, appeared acquiescent to following him to restrooms located in the rear. Why this dive when, reflecting on looks and attire, Jeremy could surely find an interested partner elsewhere? Not a pronounced sway of hips but his body moved with confidence in how he dressed and looked. A straight man would turn his head as Jeremy walked by.
Stopping the stranger inside the bathroom door, Addison shook his head. “He’s mine.” Quiet words in addition to the fact he had body mass as well as an inch or two on the patron, it sufficed to give the man pause. Luckily, he didn’t want trouble. Nodding, he strolled away. Only two stalls and the other one already evidenced activity. Addison shoved in the door and sent Jeremy face first against the wall. “Waited two hours for you, Jeremy.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Did you call emergency services for the stranger in the alley?”
“You!” Jeremy fruitlessly struggled to turn. “Where’s my phone?”
“Calm down.” Pressure against Jeremy’s lower back kept him pinned. “If I intended to hurt you, I’d have done it. Simple question. Answer me.”
“He wouldn’t let me.”
“Good.” Big man and full of hard muscle as remembered, he blocked Jere’s exit from the stall. “Why do you come here?”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jeremy realized he hoped to see this man. After purchasing a landline, he called his cell, wondered what might transpire if the stranger answered. Crossed his mind to terminate service yet he hadn’t. Why? Wouldn’t have chosen a dirty bathroom to meet again but here they were. “I don’t know.”
“Liar. Men come to Fortnite for one reason.” He reached around Jeremy and shoved a hand into the waist band of his slacks. “Nice. I know what you crave.” Crotch bumped back and forth. “You smell awesome.” He savagely worked skin of Jere’s dick up and down. “Tell me.”
“To be with someone.” When he pinched his nuts, a loud moan escaped reverbing around the space. Try as Jere might, couldn’t keep his cock from growing harder. “Please, please.”
“Please what?” A finger swept the tip, smeared pre-cum over the cap, coaxed more from the slit on Jeremy’s crown. “Say it.”
“I, oh God, don’t. I’m afraid.”
“Yet you came here.”
“Stop.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Releasing Jeremy’s shaft, he yanked his hand out but kept him plastered to metal. “The man I struck is a probationer who shouldn’t frequent drinking establishments. Guess he figured no one would track him to a gay bar. He fancies women.”
“You’re a probation officer. Gosh, I didn’t think.”
“No, you didn’t and you could have been hurt.” Running a hand over Jeremy’s buttocks, down the back of his thigh, he whispered, “You’re wearing panties.”
“None of your business.”
“It is now and I like it.” Warm air struck his ear. The stranger’s voice deepened, “Wait a few minutes then go home, Jeremy.” He backed out leaving him face first against a cold metallic surface.
Executing a quick exit from the bar, Jeremy continually peered over his shoulder as he rushed home. Only two blocks and the whole way, his dick remained stiff. Couldn’t clear his mind of the fact he yearned for the man to take him. Probation officer. Initially scared the piss out of him. If I intended to hurt you… Obliterating gray eyes he distinguished weeks ago from his memory became impossible. More than angry eyes studied Jeremy in the alley that fateful night. A lot more. Tonight, his voice demonstrated unbridled des
ire. He’d felt silk swathing Jere’s butt and wasn’t repulsed. A guy who enjoyed pushing his hand into panties worn by another man. “Why’d I stop him?” Wishing he had let the big man take him, a part of Jeremy evinced relief he prevented the occurrence. What would he think? God’s sake, he knows what Fortnite is, knows why Jere patronizes the bar.
Entering his apartment, he stripped as he headed to the shower. Not because he felt dirty. Tonight, he wanted to stroke his shaft, come all over his shower wall. Come while stormy eyes caressed him, a deep voice resonating need whispering in his ear. “I’m going to come for you.” Lord, wished he had a name to murmur.
Jeremy scarcely turned water on when his doorbell rang. Close to midnight and no one he knew would call at such an hour. Grabbing his robe, he rushed to answer the door. Get rid of them. He swung the door open and sagged against it. “How’d you find me?”
“You’re not very careful.” Lips slid into a grin. “Didn’t notice your lipstick earlier.”
Swiped an arm across his mouth. “So what?”
He pulled Jeremy’s arm away. “Leave it. Forgot to give you this.” He reached into the pocket of an expensive suit contradicting he was a bum and pulled out Jeremy’s phone. Turning it on, he tapped in a number. “Call me.” Handing it over, he let fingers linger on Jere’s. “If you need anything. Anytime.” He retreated and twisted to leave. “By the way, Sam the man called.”
“Don’t go.” What am I doing? Tonight, live out a fantasy. Once. “I’ve got cold beer.” Jere wouldn’t be pressed against a dirty partition.
Face to face with a man.
BIO
J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of... Well, she can't do those things but she wishes she could!
Multi-published author of Romance in Paranormal, Fantasy, and Contemporary worlds which include ReligErotica and LGBTQ stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels collide—they collide a lot! When J. Hali's not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.
Quotes:
Growl and roar—it's okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele
Death is overrated as punishment. – J. Hali Steele (The Descendants)
Life is complicated, it’s loud, death arrives silently. – J. Hali Steele (Twice the Burn)
When two lives entwine, death becomes abhorrent. – J. Hali Steele (Bloodied Venom)
We all meet death sooner or later—it’s not pretty. – J. Hali Steele (Unbehold)
Don’t fear stepping into darkness, it may hide the light you seek. – J. Hali Steele (Unbehold)
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