by Willa Okati
There were no more words then, just the noises of two men breathing hard and slick skin against slicker skin. The sounds of men getting off down and dirty style, pushing and thrusting, undulating and arching. Allen found himself nearly lifted out of his body, feeling like he was flying. He’d only met Chance earlier on in the day? Hell, it felt like a lifetime.
When Allen came, it was on a strangled sob of bliss. He tugged Chance’s cock hard as he felt the first spasms; Chance’s yelp of ecstasy and the heated liquid splashing over his fingers shoved Allen the rest of the way. Fucking bareback for the first time in years, Allen felt the incredible sensation of his spunk shooting deep into Chance’s insides while he crested wave after wave of this thrill ride.
Chance gave a small sob of his own, a glad-sounding one, as he stopped spurting jism. He sighed deeply, squeezing Allen’s cock a last time, then slipped carefully off and moved beside Allen. He surprised Allen by starting to lick at Allen’s stomach, cleaning off the semen with his own tongue. Darned if he didn’t look as self-satisfied as a man could, though.
Allen closed his eyes and enjoyed himself until Chance was done. Then, without any words needed, the two snuggled against one another and hung on tight. Sleep was coming on fast, but as Allen went under, the last thing he thought was that, sure, he had questions, but they didn’t matter at that moment.
He was exactly where he wanted to be. God could sort out the rest, including that benighted trip to Amour Magique.
And so thinking, he fell asleep...
Epilogue
Allen woke with the dawn, as he was accustomed to doing. Fingers of light began to stretch their way through his plain beige blinds, stirring him out of sleep when they crept across his face. Yawning and stretching as much as he could with Chance firmly attached to his side, he took a slow, lazy stock of his situation and, frankly, couldn’t find anything to complain about.
He was crazy, sure, but he couldn’t seem to be bothered with technicalities. Not with a warm lover beside him, no matter what kinds of snips and snails and puppy-dog tails might have gone into that lover’s making.
Allen turned his head to brush a kiss across Chance’s forehead. Chance gave a small growl and burrowed harder against Allen. Allen laughed softly and whispered against Chance’s scalp. “Don’t get up yet. Wait here for me.”
Chance murmured something and settled back down. He stayed put even as Allen carefully extricated himself from the tangle of arms and legs -- damn, Chance probably had some Velcro in him somewhere -- and rolled out of bed. Landing on his feet, his first thoughts were “coffee” and “weekend,” but then his brain got down to specifics and threw in “Saturday” plus “Liam” with “club date” for good measure.
Oh, Lord. What was he supposed to do about that whole Amour Magique mess? Allen scratched at his stomach, undecided, and then determined to let it all go with the same laissez-faire as he’d mostly been feeling all along.
Coffee first.
Thanking God and all the saints that his caffeine machine was set on a timer and that he’d loaded it before going to work the previous day, Allen followed his nose to the small and depressingly dull kitchen. No doubt about it: he needed some color in his life.
A smile drifted across Allen’s lips as he imagined himself and Chance in the aisle of Bed Bath & Beyond or Pier 1. He’d bet a hundred dollars against himself that Chance would go absolutely nuts over the colors and textures. Good thing he had sufficient funds in his bank account for at least a couple of shopping sprees. He’d let Chance have his head with the decorations, and he could also slip the building manager a couple of bills to look the other way when it came to Spot.
Spot, by the way, pranced up to Allen as he entered the kitchen.
“Sorry, boy, I don’t have anything handy that you might consider breakfast.” Allen crouched down to rub Spot’s ears. “We’ll fix that up in just a minute, but for right now I can at least get you some water.” A Tupperware bowl did just fine in a pinch, and after a quick trip to the kitchen taps, he had a drink all ready for good old Spot.
The Dalmatian dove in, lapping eagerly. Allen gave him another fond pat, then stood up to grab a mug and pour his own beverage of choice, steaming hot and strong enough to knock a bull down. Mmm. Good stuff. Might be too much for Chance, though. Maybe he likes tea instead. Or soda. Do I have soda?
As it turned out, a glance in his fridge proved that he didn’t have anything sugary or carbonated. Ah, well, yet another reason for an early-morning trip down to the quickie-mart.
First, though, he had to send a note to his editor to explain why his column might be a little on the late side of the deadline. He could face down a crowd of -- well, a crowd -- but he didn’t care to risk pissing off the boss. He’d just detour into his home office and send off a fast e-mail, then get dressed and head to the corner store... Er, after he got dressed, that was. Damn, he had had a night all right, if he was naked as a jaybird and only just noticing it.
Allen whistled softly, shaking his head as he walked. His home office was just around the corner and, really, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d computed in the nude. Didn’t mean the office chair wasn’t cold as a mother when he sat down though. Making little ooh and ahh noises, Allen settled into place and powered up the laptop that had a permanent spot on his desk. A good machine, it didn’t take but a few minutes to boot, and then he was logging into his ISP.
The IM service beeped into life without his noticing in more than a vague way. Working away at the business of writing a coherent yet calming note, all the while sipping coffee, Allen became so absorbed that when the IM program popped up with a message, he nearly spilled the hot black liquid all over himself.
LiLiLiam: Good morning, my friend!
VetAllenVet: Fuck!
LiLiLiam: Already? My, but you do move quickly. We do not go to the club until tonight. :) Or is it that you have already found someone to warm your bed? Perhaps a young man with blond hair and deep blue eyes?
VetAllenVet: ...
VetAllenVet: Liam, I’m not even going to ask you how you already know.
LiLiLiam: Aha!
LiLiLiam: So I was right. You have found your one true love before we even set foot inside the club.
VetAllenVet: It’s a little early to be talking about “true” and “love”...
LiLiLiam: Do not deny what you feel. You have already grown to care for this one you now do not wish to wake, am I correct?
VetAllenVet: I have to repeat, not going to ask.
LiLiLiam: *laughs*
VetAllenVet: Fine, be that way.
LiLiLiam: I often marvel at how you, the oldest save for myself, can be such a child at heart.
VetAllenVet: ...
VetAllenVet: Still not going to ask. Especially not how old you are.
LiLiLiam: You are in a good mood.
VetAllenVet: Chalk it up to the young man who, for some reason, you know I have in my bed.
LiLiLiam: Make no mistake, Allen, I am most happy for you. Shall I take it, then, that you do not wish to come to the club tonight? I think perhaps your new friend may enjoy it, even if you are not in search of what most of the Brothers seek.
VetAllenVet: Look, I’m still coping with a twentysomething being interested in me. You think I’m gonna risk him with a club full of hot young things?
LiLiLiam: I think you can trust him with anything. He has already trusted you with much.
VetAllenVet: OK, maybe I’ll ask.
VetAllenVet: You know so much. Tell me this.
Allen paused in his typing.
VetAllenVet: Is what I suspect about Chance the truth?
He waited impatiently for Liam’s reply.
LiLiLiam: Find out for yourself, my friend. Everything in due time. But do come to the club tonight, and bring your new lover. I would not have you miss out on the wonders of Amour Magique. There is something for everyone here, and I would very much like to meet this Chance.
VetAllenVet:
I’ll think about it.
LiLiLiam: Very well; I can ask for no more. Simply keep it in your mind. And whether you do come in person or not, there will be no trouble. I will see to that. I have... special gifts. The Brotherhood will have no reason to think you are elsewhere. But, should you choose to join us and bring your new flame, they will not spot him. Your secret can yet be safe for a while.
VetAllenVet: *typing*
LiLiLiam: *chuckles* You probably do not wish to ask.
VetAllenVet: You’d be right.
LiLiLiam: Hurry up and finish your e-mail, then go for provender and return to your young man. He will soon wake without you, and I suspect it would be best if you were at his side.
Allen stopped again, drumming his fingers on the desktop.
VetAllenVet: Okay, I’ll do that. But, Liam... maybe I could ask you for a favor?
LiLiLiam: You have but to make the request.
VetAllenVet: I haven’t even hinted yet.
LiLiLiam: Would it surprise you if I said that I have a fairly good idea?
VetAllenVet: Not really.
VetAllenVet: Chance had kind of a falling out with two of his own sort-of brothers. I think he’s got more family in town. Don’t think you could finagle a meeting with them, could you? I think Chance is a little shy.
LiLiLiam: Ah, now you are talking. Let me see. I do know of one or two, and if you will open a blank document to take down my directions, I will set you upon the right path.
Allen grinned while he did as directed. New day, new lover, new family. And he might even get out of going to that dance club after all.
It’d been a hell of a day and night, from Sarah McLachlan tickets to finding a new lover to a gunfight, but Allen decided he was more than content. He felt... happy.
VetAllenVet: Go ahead.
LiLiLiam: With great pleasure. The proper man you should meet with can be found at...
Allen felt the warm pressure of a hand on his shoulder. He looked around to see Chance behind him, bare-ass naked as well, eyes sleepy but smile bright. “Amour Magique? Someone invited you to Amour Magique? And I can come, too?” He started bouncing on his heels, sleep-rumpled hair flopping excitedly. “Oh, my God, we have to go.”
Allen tilted back his head and laughed. “We’ll see, Chance. We’ll see.”
Chance darted down and kissed Allen on the cheek.
LiLiLiam: Young love is so sweet, yes?
Allen ignored Liam in favor of a hearty good-morning kiss. The first, he hoped, of many.
Liam could wait a few minutes.
Or maybe more than a few...
Willa Okati
Although a relative newcomer to the field of e-publishing, Willa Okati has been writing since before she was old enough to pick up a pen. She thinks she knows where those dictated stories are hidden, but she'll never tell.
Willa is also very interested in the paranormal: magery, Wicca, New Age philosophy, transgender studies, and of course, writing. You can drag her away from the computer if you really fight, but you'd better be prepared for a battle.
Just so she doesn't sound entirely dull, Willa has her fun: she is a practicing member of the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) and is involved in her community. She is owned by far too many cats, all of which have serious attitudes, and addicted to anything made out of chocolate or involving coffee. She is quiet, but has a very wicked sense of humor that springs out when you least expect it.
A secretary for eight years, she now writes full-time -- and wouldn't trade it for the world.
She loves to hear from readers, and always responds. You can contact her at [email protected], or visit her website to check out her work at www.willaokati.com.