“Are you asking if we’ll have sex again?”
“I could get on my knees if that would make it clearer.”
Blue smiled. “I’m not making any promises, but I think it’s likely. If you think you can keep yourself under control.”
“What do you mean? Like no jackhammer action or what?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Come on, Blue,” Heydn said softly, taking one of the other young man’s hands. “We’re so good together. You felt it out there in the snow, didn’t you? We’re meant for each other.”
Blue gently pulled his hand free and continued up the stairs. “You might be right,” he said, turning when he reached the top. “But I need more time to…process everything that’s happened.”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Heydn stroked the banister. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come up?”
“I’m good.” Blue stretched and smiled down at Heydn. “I don’t think I’ll have any trouble falling asleep tonight.”
“Happy to oblige.” Heydn gave Blue a goofy salute and left the dorm. He made it down the front steps before he punched a fist into the air and exhaled a long “Yesssssssss!” There was hope.
“What are you so pumped about, Case?” Allerton King asked as he and Logan Newcombe stopped on the walkway.
“I’ve got nothin’ to say to you,” Heydn answered.
“We were just at your place,” Allerton said. “Your roomie said you popped in and out like a bunny rabbit. Were you in a hurry to see your boyfriend?”
“As a matter of fact, I was.”
“You really let the team down, Case.”
“You got along just fine before I came to Acton.”
“I hear you’re in the Drama Club now,” Logan sneered. “I always figured you for a fairy.”
“What did you want to see me about?” Heydn asked.
“Nothing. We were there to invite Judson to a meeting.”
“I’m sure he was thrilled.” Heydn moved past the other two young men. “Did Barclay suck you real good?” Logan said. “Bet he loves the taste of your cum.”
Heydn spun and was chest to chest with Logan. “I’m already pissed at the two of you. Anytime you want to rock, I’m ready to roll.”
“Logan,” Allerton said sharply. “Quit screwing around. We need to see a couple more people.”
Logan’s eyes remained locked with Heydn’s for another three tense seconds before Allerton called him to heel. Sullenly, Newcombe stood down and walked away with King.
“Assholes,” Heydn said as he continued on his way.
Allerton and Logan stopped to talk to another member of the track team and then headed to their dorm. As they entered the front hall, Sloan Spalding rose from a chair in the lobby.
“Hey, Skip,” Allerton said.
“You weren’t at the play tonight, were you?” Sloan said.
“Hell no,” Logan answered for his friend.
“I didn’t think so. You’re not going to believe what that fag Peyton Crane did.”
“Come on upstairs,” Allerton said, inviting Sloan to spill his news.
“Crane’s dead,” Logan said when Sloan stopped talking. “A walking dead man.”
“I can’t believe the little fairy had the balls,” Allerton said, half-admiringly.
“He’s not getting away with making me the laughing stock of Acton. Crane’s a dead man.”
“We get it, Logan,” Allerton said. “Quiet down for a minute and let me talk to Skip.”
“You seriously wouldn’t believe this play,” Sloan said. “I can’t believe they’re getting away with it. It’s obvious who the characters are supposed to be. Crane’s laughing in your face.”
“When I’m through with him, he won’t have a face,” Logan said. “Logan.” The warning in Allerton’s voice was plain and Newcombe subsided sullenly. “Thanks, Skip. I’ll talk to some more people who saw the play and see what they say. If they tell me the same thing you did, then I’ll decide what to do about it.” Allerton walked Sloan to the door, slapping him on the back as he left. “Logan,” he said softly. “We’ve talked about your impulse control problem before.”
“I’m not out of control. And nobody heard me except Skip.”
“This time. You’ve got to learn to think before you speak. Seriously, man. You can’t go off like that in a boardroom. No one will respect you. You have to act like nothing fazes you.”
“Okay, okay. Just tell me Crane will pay.” “Crane will pay.”
Chapter 17 Blueopened his door and found Heydn on his mat. “It’s five in the morning,” he pointed out.
“Come running with me.”
“Not on your life.” Blue started to close the door, but Heydn stopped it with his foot.
“Alternate plan,” he said. “It’s Saturday. We’re not doing the play until Mr. McIntyre gives the go-ahead. We have almost two whole days of freedom.”
“Allegedly.”
“That reminds me; how much do I owe you?”
“What?” Blue blinked owlishly and then sighed. “You might as well come in. I’m awake now.”
Heydn happily entered the room behind Blue. “How much did it cost you to bail me out?”
“Forget it.” Blue pulled on a pair of well-worn flannel pants.
“I won’t. I may not be rich, but I pay my debts.”
“You didn’t ask me to do it. You don’t owe me anything.”
“That’s not how it works, Cookie. Tell me how much.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Don’t make me tickle it out of you.”
Blue’s head swung toward Heydn. “That would be a bad idea.”
“Scratch that. Why don’t you finish getting dressed and go with me to Deerfield?”
“What’s in Deerfield besides Godzilla Mall?”
Heydn smiled. “The Garden Villas Mall might be a blight on the landscape, but this weekend they’re hosting the Transgalactic Millennial Con.”
“How did I miss that?”
“You’ve been distracted. So, is it a plan?”
“No, it’s spur of the moment in my case. How long have you known?”
“Heard it on the radio when I woke up.”
“I don’t know.” “Come on. We could be there by seven-thirty. All-day screenings of anime. The cast of Comet Chaser Thirteen. Five-dollar cups of ice with three ounces of soda poured over it. Chubby fan-girls dressed like punk metal samurai guys. Tables and tables of precious junk.”
“It does sound like heaven.”
“I could grab something from the cafeteria and meet you at the bus stop.”
Blue chewed his lower lip. “I haven’t been to a con since Halloween before last.”
“Come with me.”
“Arghhh, okay. Get me some breakfast and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Heydn trotted off and Blue shucked the flannel pants in favor of a pair made of a supple silk cotton blend of matte black. He pulled one of his old favorite T-shirts from the back of a drawer and pulled it over his head. The soft material stopped short of the waistband of the trousers and clung to the sleek lines of his coltish frame. Almost as an afterthought, he found the star sapphire stud he used to wear and put it in his ear, an ephemeral blue glow half-hidden in his dark hair. Slinging his backpack over his arm, he went to meet Heydn.
“Where are you going?” Peyton asked as they met just outside Blue’s dorm.
“Deerfield.”
“Godzilla Mall? For what?”
“Sci-fi convention.”
“Do I want to go with you?”
Blue shook his head.
“Is Heydn going?”
“It was his idea.”
“That cracker is a lot smarter than any of us gave him credit for.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Oh, that’s right. You always knew he had hidden depths.” Peyton smiled. “I’d be bored out of my mind at one of those conventions anyway.”
“What are you going to do t
oday?”
“Find Mr. McIntyre and kiss his ass.”
“Good plan. Good luck.” Blue started to turn, but paused. “The play is really, really good, Peyn,” he said. “I’m so proud of you.”
It was a few moments before Peyton could trust his voice not to break. “Thanks. That means a lot to me. Now go play hooky with Huckleberry.” Blue gave Peyton a quick hug and walked away. Heydn was waiting at the bus stop, doing lunges with one foot up on the bench. Blue watched Heydn’s thigh muscles flex under the worn denim and had the sudden intense wish that they’d stayed in his room. Heydn saw him and held up a bag.
“Bagels,” he said, and pointed to two paper cups on the bench. “Coffee: two sugars, two creams.”
“Thanks.” Blue sat and sipped the coffee that was prepared just the way he liked it. “This is nice.” A two-hour bus ride ended at the sea of asphalt that was the mall’s parking lot. As Heydn and Blue approached the south entrance, they entered the fringes of the convention, walking past people with multicolored hair and plastic swords, smoking alone and in themed clusters.
“Check it out,” Heydn said. “The Lime Green Ninja on your right.” “With his arch-enemy Lady Fuschia. Nice wig.”
“She’ll never make it in the door without doing the limbo,” Heydn said, eyeing the woman’s purple platform boots and the towering spikes of her magenta hair.
“Doesn’t matter if she bonks her noggin. Lime Green Ninja was played for laughs.”
Heydn chuckled. “I remember. Just the idea of a ninja in bright green clothes is funny to me.”
“Yeah. Hey, that chick has cotton candy. Let’s go on in.”
“It’s barely eight o’clock. You’ll be sugar-drunk by lunchtime.”
“So I’ll crash and be ready to binge again by early afternoon.”
“You’re such a fan-boy.” “I used to consider myself a real otaku, but this feels like a blast from the past. I didn’t even know about the convention in time to plan to wear the Kat Kaoru costume or anything. Normally, my backpack would be full of energy bars and mini-cans of espresso shots along with my laptop and autograph book.”
“One giant leap away from geekdom.”
“Eat me,” Blue said off-handedly. “What do you want to do first?”
“I like the suggestion you just made.”
“Screw yourself.”
“That doesn’t sound like half as much fun. According to the event schedule, we can catch a sneak preview of the newHell Dwellers movie in ten minutes.” Heydn and Blue strolled the broad main concourse of the mall to the convention center at the end of one arm. The enormous circular complex had a huge open space at the center with a dozen large conference rooms surrounding it. The entire featureless area had been transformed into a combination flea market and fantasy fashion show runway that almost made the young men late for the screening. They stayed for a second feature before wandering out to find food. After grazing at the food court, they dove into the displays and the vendor section. Blue got a black T-shirt printed with a circuit board in dull silver. Heydn tried on a wide leather cuff with metal accents that looked like something a Roman archer would wear to brace his wrist. The bracelet shouldn’t have gone with the gray athletic department T-shirt and faded jeans, but somehow it did and Heydn found he was reluctant to take it off. After some indecision, he handed over the price of the cuff and wore it away from the table. He considered it worth every penny when Blue remarked several times how ultra-cool it was. They grabbed more snacks and took in a series of new Malaysian anime and Blue let Heydn hold his hand in the dark. When they came out, they noticed that the crowds had thinned. Blue looked at the time on his cell phone and rolled his eyes.
“It’s ten-thirty,” he said.
“That’s not so late.” “The buses only run on the hour after eleven, remember?”
“We could always take a cab to the train and another cab to Acton.”
“We’d be in transit for an extra hour at least.”
“We could stay here.”
“In the mall?”
“Ha-ha. There are several nice hotels around here.”
“I’m beginning to be suspicious of just how spontaneous this trip was.”
“If I’d planned it, I’d have reservations.”
“If you planned it, I’d have reservations, too.”
“Do you want to stay or run for the bus?”
“Well, I do have a fresh shirt.”
“Come on. I have birthday money. Let’s live a little.”
“I’m not letting you pay. Get real. Let’s catch a cab and find a Howland House hotel. The law firm that handles my trust fund has an account with them.”
“You’re the only person I know that could make a statement like that and not sound pretentious.”
“Thank you,” Blue said sincerely. “Let’s go. There has to be a Howland around here somewhere.” Forty minutes later, Blue and Heydn were sprawled across a king-sized bed eating crab Florentine pizza in front of a huge plasma screen television watchingExtreme Hero Challenge on satellite. Heydn lay on his stomach with his head toward the end of the bed, knees bent, bare feet crossed in the air. Blue was propped on a nest made of all available pillows, his legs stretched out in front of him. A promo for an upcoming show filled the screen and Heydn turned to look at Blue. Blue’s T-shirt had ridden up, baring several inches of soft skin and his dimpled belly button. Heydn propped himself on one elbow and began decorating the area around Blue’s navel with pesto sauce. Slowly, he licked it off while Blue squirmed and snickered.
“No fair,” Blue said, clutching a fistful of Heydn’s thick dark blond hair.
“You don’t really think I’m goin’ to play fair, do you?”
“I was planning on taking a shower after I ate.”
“Then it won’t matter if I do this.” Heydn rubbed the last slice of pizza on Blue’s belly and rubbed his face in it, licking and nibbling.
“I warned you about tickling me.” “Then let’s go get in the shower.”
“Together?”
“I’m sure it’s big enough. Look at this place.”
“Yeah. Okay,” Blue said eagerly. “Let’s do that.” The bathroom matched the scale of the rest of the suite. There was a tub and a walk-in shower walled in natural stone. Heydn turned the water on and grabbed some complimentary bottles of shampoo and liquid soap.
“Lean against the wall,” he said. Blue flattened his palms against the cool marble and let the hot spray soak him. Heydn poured shampoo in his hand and worked it into Blue’s hair, massaging his scalp. After Blue’s hair was rinsed, he tried to turn, but Heydn kept a hand on his nape.
“Don’t I get to shampoo your hair?”
“No, you are mine to play with,” Heydn said in a melodramatic voice.
“Who says?”
“I need no man’s permission, juicy boy. You were born to serve my pleasure.”
“That’s from Tanaka Tetsuo’sDemon Overlord series.”
“So you are intelligent as well as beautiful.” Heydn drizzled liquid soap down Blue’s spine and began working up a rich lather. “Perhaps I will keep you for my harem.”
Blue almost laughed and then he decided to give Heydn’s role-playing game a chance. What did he have to lose? “I belong to no man,” he said in the defiant tones of Demon Overlord’s captive Monk Yuki.
“Thanks for bein’ on the show,” Heydn whispered, before raising his voice again. “Spread your legs wider.”
Blue complied and was treated to a thorough, very stimulating wash. “What are you doing?” he moaned when Heydn eased a slippery fingertip into his ass.
“I must ready you for my manhood. Don’t laugh.”
“Sorry, but…manhood? Please don’t tell me it’s throbbing.”
“I’m just trying to stay in character.”
“Sorry.”
Heydn worked his finger deeper and found Blue’s prostate. Pressing firmly, he rubbed the springy bump as he reached around and to
ok hold of Blue’s hard cock. “I see that a man’s touch pleases you.” Blue nodded.
“Answer when I ask a question. You would do well to show more respect.”
“Sorry…my lord.”
“That’s better. Your captivity need not be…um…arduous. Please me, and you will be treated well.”
Blue took a deep breath. “I have never been taken by a man,” he said.
“Are you going to fight me, or will you let me show you the pleasures to be had in…with a man?”
“My honor demands that I fight and yet your touch persuades me not to.” Blue gasped. “My lord!”
Heydn smiled as Blue’s hard-on pulsed in his fist. “You were born to catch fire at a man’s touch.”
“Hey, that was pretty good,” Blue said. “My lord.” “You stir the poet in me, boy.” Heydn withdrew his finger and pressed his stiff cock in the valley of Blue’s soapy buttocks. He placed his palms flat against Blue’s upper thighs, his thumbs nestled in the crease between leg and torso, and snugged Blue’s backside against his crotch. As the hot water bounced off their skin, Heydn flexed the muscles of his ass, sliding his hard length up and down the slippery cleft.
“God!” Blue gasped. “This is so damn hot! Heydn sank his teeth into the curve of muscle where Blue’s neck joined his shoulder, not hard enough to cause real pain, but with enough pressure to make Blue shiver and tighten his ass cheeks. “No other man shall touch you from this hour. Any who tries will die by my sword.”
“Take me now,” Blue said breathlessly.
“You are very demanding for a slave.”
“Forgive me, my lord, but you have driven me mad with lust.” Heydn slid a hand up to Blue’s chin and forced his head around until he could reach his lips. Covering Blue’s mouth with his, Heydn let his tongue brag silently about what his cock would be doing soon. Blue joined the thrust and parry of tongues, moaning into Heydn’s mouth when Heydn began stroking his arousal again. Everything was building nicely to a crescendo when Heydn let go of Blue and turned the water off.
“Come,” he said gruffly.
“Why can’t we do it in the shower?”
“Because soap makes a terrible lubricant,” Heydn said. “And because it is my will that we do it over here.”
Blue had just started drying off when Heydn picked him up and sat him on the counter. Scooping up his jeans, Heydn pulled a small bottle of lubricant from his front pocket.
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