Blaine took a drink of his rum and diet cola and decided what he wasn't going to do. He wasn't going to haunt the fucking bar where they'd met hoping to run into the man, and he wasn't going to just show up on George's doorstep unannounced. A last name would be nice. Or a phone number.
Maybe the bartender knew George. Blaine drained his glass and set it down on the bar. It took the bartender less than a minute to notice and make his way back to Blaine.
"More of the same?” The bartender's smile was friendly.
"Actually, no. I'm hoping you might have some information for me."
The bartender's eyebrows raised, but he didn't say anything.
Blaine took a deep breath. “Ah, there was a man in here last Friday. He sat down near the end there.” Blaine cocked his head to the left. “Big guy. Bald head, goatee."
The bartender nodded. “George. The guy you left with."
"Right. I'd like to get in touch with him. Got an address, of course, but neglected to get a phone number."
"'Fraid I can't help you out with that one."
Can't? Or won't? Either way it was a dead end.
"I hadn't seen him around before,” Blaine commented. “Does he come in here often?"
The bartender grinned. “I've only been here a few months. Last week was the first time I've seen you around, but I generally see George two or three times a month.” He glanced at his watch. “I think he'd be here by now if he was going to show tonight."
The man was forthcoming enough. Maybe it really was ‘can't.’ “Would you be willing to pass a message on next time you see him?"
The bartender shrugged. “I could do that."
Blaine pulled out a business card. “Give him this. Tell him I'd like for him to call me."
"Will do.” The bartender stashed the card under the bar.
"Thank you. Hey, I will take one more of those."
The bartender nodded and made him another Skinny Pirate. Blaine liked that plan. There were ways he could discover George's phone number, of course, but he'd rather leave the decision in George's hands. Blaine downed the fresh drink a little too quickly, left a tip that should keep the business card from being forgotten, and went home to his empty bed.
* * * *
What the hell was the matter with him anyway? Blaine couldn't help questioning his own sanity as he found himself standing again just inside the door, scanning the room for a particular, familiar face. He was acting like a lovesick fool. He'd just about convinced himself to turn around and go home when his gaze landed on the man he'd been searching for, sitting at the far end of the bar.
George was leaning forward, chin on one hand, staring at a small card in his other hand as he slowly spun the card around, tapping each side in turn on the bar. His head was cocked to one side, as if he couldn't quite fathom what he was looking at.
A good-looking, casually dressed man chose that moment to plop down on the empty stool next to George and say something to him. George sat up and slid the card into the front pocket of the well-worn plaid shirt he wore. He smiled at the man and said something back. What the man said next must have been amusing because George laughed. Their verbal exchange went back and forth for a few moments before George laid a hand on the man's shoulder. George shook his head, smiling kindly.
They stood up and exchanged a hug. Then the man wandered off and George sat down, took a swig of his beer, pulled the card back out of his pocket and began studying it again.
Without consciously moving his legs, Blaine found himself halfway across the room before he could talk himself out of it. He took a deep, calming breath, straightened his already erect posture, and closed the distance.
When he sat down George didn't immediately look over. The bartender came over and asked, “Skinny Pirate, Blaine?” George started and turned to him, casually tucking the card back into his shirt pocket.
Blaine nodded to the bartender, laid his money on the bar, and looked at George.
"People don't usually surprise me, Blaine, but you've done it a couple times now."
"Oh?"
"I don't mind sayin’ I didn't hold out much hope for a particularly good time a couple weeks ago. I know I was a bit of a last resort for you, too.” George grinned. “We might as well be honest and say that we're neither of us the other's usual type."
Blaine smiled. “Yeah, that's true enough."
"I was pleasantly surprised. I had a great time with you, Blaine, on all levels. I got the feelin’ you did too, but I still didn't expect to hear from you again."
"That rather surprised me, too. I sure never expected to come back to the same place a second—let alone a third—week in a row, hoping to run into you, let alone take steps to contact you."
"How do you picture this playin’ out, Blaine?"
Blaine swallowed. He had no fucking idea. “This is new territory for me, George."
One side of George's mouth quirked up. “Well, I can't say I haven't tried the relationship thing before. Hasn't worked out for me yet, but I keep tryin'. Let me ask you this—why me? What's the draw? ‘Cause if it's just that the sex was extra good, I can tell you right now it won't be enough to make it work in the end."
"I know. I've thought about it, believe me. I'm not sure I can put my finger on it, but I know there's more to it than just great sex. You're none of the things that have bothered me about other men, George. I like your style, the way you carry yourself, your outlook on life."
"Our lives are worlds apart, Blaine. I don't know if it'll work."
"Neither do I. But I don't know that it won't, either.” Blaine took a drink of his Skinny Pirate. “We're not as far apart as you might think. I was raised blue collar. My father was a welder."
George chuckled and widened his eyes. “Can you bowl and everything?"
Blaine laughed. “I was tops in my league. I'm fairly confident I wouldn't embarrass you on the lanes."
"That doesn't surprise me. I wasn't so much worried about you embarrassing me, though."
"You've got no worries, George. The people I work with? They run the gamut themselves, and so do their spouses and dates. Trust me; they weren't all raised with silver spoons in their mouths. I have to attend plenty of social events in my line of work and would have no qualms having you by my side."
George sat there a moment staring at him, slowly nodding. “Your words ring true. I believe you."
"Worth a shot?” Blaine held his breath.
A grin spread across that tanned, ruggedly handsome face. “Yeah, worth a shot."
They stood up and George pulled Blaine in for a hug. Blaine wound his arms around George's torso and up to the big man's shoulders, then felt his chin tipped back for a kiss. Blaine smiled into George's eyes when the kiss broke. “My place?"
"Sure, what the hell. Might as well find out now just how far out of my league I am, eh?"
"Money doesn't define leagues, Kong."
"That's King Kong to you, matey."
George dropped an arm around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine laughed and held an arm tightly around George's waist as they walked toward the door.
Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine saw Aaron approach the bar and slap some bills down in front of the bartender. He could just make out Aaron's words as they pushed open the door. “Ben, I know you're a damned cheater. No way you pegged that match-up without some inside knowledge."
Blaine looked up at George and smiled when the big man winked. No way he would have predicted it, either.
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Fairy Tail
by Rob Rosen
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, atop a hill way up on high, there sat a massive stone castle. So tall was this castle, in fact, that the rooms in its loftiest tower overlooked the billowing clouds as they wafted past. These rooms, though stately and richly appointed, to be sure, held but one resident, namely a handsome prince, imprisoned by the king until he was old enough to rule the land and to take a mate. Such was the l
aw of the land, cruel and unjust though it might have been. Sadly for this captive prince, the age of kingship had been set for generations at fifty; and the prince was just shy of turning twenty-five.
Half a life away from freedom, it would seem.
And so the prince, alone in his towering prison, sat at his window and sighed, miserably, dejectedly, a lone tear cascading down his scruffy cheek, a frown cast wide across his handsome face. “Oh, how I wish to find a mate now, and live like my people do in the land far down below."
But in a castle high above the clouds there was, of course, no mate to choose from and no possible way to escape. The only other beings the prince had any sort of contact with—for even his servants never saw him face to face—were the birds, creatures with wings that were capable of soaring past the window he often stared out of as he waited, wishing for a better, less lonely life.
Unbeknownst to the prince, however, there were other creatures with the ability to fly above the clouds, to soar to the heights of his lofty abode. One was fast approaching on gossamer wings that glistened in brilliant gold beneath the bright orange overhead sun. The prince, gazing out the window in shock and stunned surprise, spotted the glinting object as it drew ever nearer, heading straight for him. Terrified, he ran from the window and hid beneath his bed. Minutes ticked by like hours. The prince, hearing not a sound aside from his own pounding heart, assumed he was safe and eventually poked his head out.
"Hello,” said the being that now stood in his room, staring downwards with a bemused grin.
"Oh,” managed the prince. “How, um, who, um, what are you?"
"What am I?” it asked grandly with a flourish of its hand. “What are you? Only birds and fairies live this high off the ground. You, from what I can gather, hidden though you may be, are neither of the two."
The prince inched further out as he craned his neck up, blinking in disbelief. “But that ... that would mean you're a fairy. And fairies are not real, except in children's books, that is."
"I beg to differ,” the fairy in question proclaimed, flapping his diaphanous wings as he stood there, arms akimbo, a bright, wide smile spreading like wildfire across his angelic face.
The prince at once noticed their glaring differences, the intruder being thin where he was bulky, short where he was tall, and tan to the point of golden, while he was pale from his years of imprisonment. The fairy was, also, the man beneath the bed noticed, stunningly naked from stem to stunning stern, something the prince couldn't help but ogle at in both astonishment and lecherous delight.
"I repeat,” said the fairy, “what are you?"
The prince tumbled out from beneath the bed and rose to his full six-foot height. “I, dear fairy, am a human,” he announced, his head bobbing up and down, a regal finger pointing to his broad chest.
"Nonsense,” replied the fairy. “Humans live far below the clouds. So far, in fact, that I have yet to ever encounter one."
"Until today, that is,” said the prince, echoing the fairy's smile with one of his own, “I believe this, then, is a first for the both of us.” He bowed and held out his hand in greeting. “Prince Nathan. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
The fairy, thrilled at the opportunity to meet a human, especially one so pleasing to the eyes such as this one, also reached his hand out. “Lothar,” he said, with a firm shake.
And in that momentous instant, when human flesh met fairy flesh, when the magical irrevocably mixed with the non-magical, time suddenly and abruptly stood still all around them, the air ceasing to flow and the candles halting in mid-flicker. Only Nathan and Lothar could still be considered animate in that room so high above the earth; all else was still and resoundingly, utterly silent. That is, of course, except for two hearts beating furiously within two chests, however strikingly different those chests appeared.
"My goodness,” Nathan said with a gasp, keenly aware that what had just occurred was, to say the very least, out of the ordinary. “What has happened? This can't be good."
Lothar, however, still holding the prince's warm hand, immediately saw the positive side to this rare event. “It would appear that we are locked in time, you and I,” he explained, inching in closer, his breath mixing with the prince's, his emerald green eyes boring into Nathan's icy blues. “As long as we remain like this, touching, connected, we will not age. Our beauty will be eternal. That, dear prince, truly is the great power of fairy magic."
Nathan, his breathing growing shallower by the second at the close proximity to this mesmerizing creature, found himself drawn still nearer, until their lips were mere fractions of an inch apart. “Not a bad way to spend eternity,” he quipped, his mouth now brushing against the fairy's, his tongue darting out to meet Lothar's in mid air. Then mouth was suddenly upon mouth and body pressed tightly to body. A warm flush traveled down Nathan's back and burst forth into his ever-widening cock, pulsing with a life it had never known before.
The fairy pulled ever so slightly away. “Is that a sword you're carrying, or are you just happy to see me?” he asked, reaching down to cup the prince's bulging, leather-encased crotch.
"The latter, to be certain,” the prince replied with a wink. He quickly resumed the kiss, mashing his mouth into Lothar's and pulling him in close, tight, allowing his hands to roam up and down a smooth, chiseled back, eventually coming to rest atop a perfect rump, two melon-sized cheeks that seemed to ache to be parted and then soon enough were, until the prince's fingers caressed a soft, crinkled, hairless hole.
The fairy sighed, and asked, “May two play at this delightful game?"
"Oh yes,” the prince groaned, still pushing and prodding at the tight little hole. “Yes, you may. And please, by all means, do."
Lothar's long, tapered fingers traveled up Nathan's brawny arm, appraising the sinew hidden by fabric, and came to rest at the top of the gold-trimmed tunic. With a flourish of his hand, the material began to evaporate, disappearing into thin and still quite halted air as the fairy worked his magic down the length of the prince's body. Before long, the both of them stood there, entirely naked and fully, utterly, wonderfully erect—with at least one body part touching at all times, so as not to break the glorious spell they found themselves under.
The fairy groaned. “You are even more breathtaking clothesless, young prince, like no other creature I've ever beheld.” He uttered an appreciative groan, his hand now moving its way back up, gliding across a well-worn calf, a hairy thigh, coming to cup beneath the prince's heavy, hairy nut sac, which he gave a forceful tug and yank upon as he kissed and slurped on the arched cock above, downing its girth in one fell swoop, sending a gagging diamond-shaped tear down his smooth cheek.
Nathan moaned in a mix of both pleasure and pain, and replied, “As are you, sir fairy. But as pleasing to the eye as you are, I cannot help but wonder how you might taste.” A mischievous smirk spread across the prince's handsome face as he said this, his cock bouncing, fattening at the mere thought.
Lothar, quick to understand the suggestion, led the prince to the large, oaken bed, and then lay atop the soft, down linen. While still holding tightly to Nathan's hand, he said, “Having never tasted myself, I must rely on your own senses for an accurate assessment."
Nathan, finding himself instantly ravenous, crouched down, face to crotch level. He took a deep whiff, eyelids fluttering at the heady scent, and said, “Well, you smell as crisp and clean as the air outside my window, with just the faintest aroma of some intoxicating musk.” He then brought his hands up and rested them on the fairy's smooth, densely muscled thighs, which he spread apart before darting out his tongue, licking his way around two heavy balls and then up, up, up a thickly veined shaft, until his mouth encased the plumb-sized, helmeted head that rested nearly a dozen inches above. He sucked and slurped at the already slick tip, working the wand in and down his throat. Bringing it back out with an audible pop, he informed, “Mhm, you taste equally as delightful as you smell. Perhaps, if I dare say, even better."
Nathan took another greedy suck and slurp on the fairy's quivering prick before moving southward yet again, tongue circling around and around the center, zeroing in on its target before delving inside the silky smooth interior. The fairy moaned at the intrusion, and then, astoundingly, emitted a series of thin gold and green rings that pulsed from all around his writhing body.
The prince pushed further inside, tongue disappearing up the fairy's rump as the rings of light grew thicker and more brilliant, nearly blinding the prince as he worked his way deep, deep inside. “Oh yes,” Nathan finally said, smiling at the magnificent reaction his actions caused. “You look, smell, and taste like perfection. Everywhere, I might add."
He then knelt on the bed and again devoured the fairy's swollen prick whole, mouth filling with it like a hand inside a glove, sucking on it, feeling the blood course from within. With one hole sufficiently filled, he sought to fill yet another. Reaching between Lothar's still-outstretched and raised legs, he gently inserted one, then two, spit-slick digits inside him. The fairy bucked his ass downwards, sucking Nathan in as he gripped the prince's fingers with his amazingly tight ring.
"If you don't mind me asking,” Lothar rasped, “don't you have anything bigger to push up there? Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
The prince laughed and reached down to grab at his own massive cock. “Now that you mention it, I believe I do, good fairy. If you'd be so kind as to get on all fours, I think I might enjoy a good, long fuck."
"Long being the appropriate word here,” the fairy said, eyeing the prince's impressive member and eagerly doing as was asked of him, his wings unfurling and spreading out as he did so, fluttering ever so gently and creating a cool, soothing breeze in the otherwise stock-still room. “Fuck away, dear prince. My ass awaits."
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