by L. M. Brown
Scott stopped contemplating the statue man beside him. “Excuse me?”
The djinn nodded. “I’m sure you’ve heard of my kind. We grant wishes to those who summon us. Well, I’m here because someone wished for you.”
A headache started behind Scott’s eyes. He didn’t have time for this nonsense. “I don’t believe in magic.”
The djinn shrugged. “Your belief isn’t necessary to my job. You have been wished for, and therefore here you are. It’s only for today, so I suggest you enjoy yourself and make the most of the opportunity. This place is certainly an improvement on the dump I found you in.”
“You’re out of your mind.” Scott finally managed to climb from the bed. He realized he was naked and searched for his clothes. “I’m calling a taxi and getting the hell out of here.”
With snap of his fingers, the djinn produced Scott’s mobile phone and tossed it to him. “Good luck with that. Do you even know where you are?”
Scott ignored the sarcasm. He opened the drawer of the bedside table, trying to find something with an address on as he called his usual taxi company. The irritating automated voice telling him the number was not available did nothing to improve his temper. He tried a second number with the same result. Then he worked his way through his friends, only to find every number he tried gave him the same annoying message. If it weren’t for the crack on the bottom left of the casing, he’d have thought the phone wasn’t his.
“Okay,” the djinn declared after Scott had tossed the phone aside. “Here’s how today is going to work. You and Cameron over there are married.”
“What?” Scott gaped at the frozen man in the bed.
“Married,” the djinn repeated.
“This guy wished for us to be married?” Scott had no intention of tying the knot and had spent the last ten years happily playing the life of a single man, albeit a single man who didn’t have much time for dating.
“Not exactly,” the djinn hedged. “But for today you will be enjoying wedded bliss. I can even produce a marriage certificate if you wish.”
“The only thing I wish is for you to send me back to my hotel.”
“You’ll be returned at midnight, and before you start complaining about all the things you need to do today, rest assured, no time will have passed when I return you. It’ll be as if today never happened, though you’ll retain all your memories of your stay here.”
“I think I’d rather forget my brief lapse of sanity,” Scott muttered.
The djinn stepped up into his face and glared at him. “I suggest you lose the attitude and listen to me. From Cameron’s point of view, you’ve been married for six months. You’re madly in love with each other and today happens to be one of your rare days off together. Today you get to enjoy domestic wedded bliss with a man who adores you. Then at midnight I’ll send you home.”
“And if I don’t want to play along with this ridiculous charade?”
The djinn’s smile became truly evil. “Then you’ll never go home.”
“Midnight has to come eventually.”
“Not while time stands still,” the djinn explained. He pointed to the window and Scott saw Cameron wasn’t the only thing frozen in time. Each falling snowflake hung suspended in mid-air. “Every time you attempt to say or do something to shatter Cameron’s perfect day with you, time will freeze, just as it is now. Your return home will come a lot swifter if you do what I tell you.”
“Maybe I should spend the day hunting for your magic lamp so I can wish myself home.”
“That won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Well, for one thing, I don’t have a lamp. I’m bound to a ring and that particular item of jewelry isn’t here for you to find, no matter how much time you waste searching. And, of course, any time you do spend trying to locate my ring will be frozen, and will therefore prolong your stay here.”
Scott huffed and sat down on the end of the bed. “So what you’re telling me is I’m stuck here for a day, playing husband to some guy I’ve never met, and I won’t be able to go home until he’s had his full day with me.”
“That’s right.”
“What’s to stop me from simply walking out of here?”
The djinn gestured to the interior door with a smug smile. From the expression on his face, Scott could tell that leaving the room wouldn’t work, but he had to try anyway. Sure enough the moment he stepped through the door he found himself back in the bedroom, as though he had walked in from the patio. When he tried leaving via the patio entrance, he ended up on the other side of the room.
Scott glanced back at the man in the bed. “If I’m married to this guy, he’ll be expecting sex, right?”
“Of course.”
“I’m not some kind of man whore.”
The djinn snorted with obvious contempt. “What was the name of the last man you slept with?”
“Huh?” Scott’s mind went blank. He had vague recollections of a young junior executive in the New York office, but his name escaped him completely.
“You don’t remember? How about the one before then? No? Your sexual relationships consist of nothing except one-night stands.”
“They do not. I’ve dated people.”
“Your longest relationship is six weeks, back when you were in college. Since then your love life has been a string of sordid encounters that last no longer than the time it takes for you to get your rocks off.”
“You’re missing my point.”
“Which is?”
“I’m not going to jump into bed with this guy, just because you say so.”
The djinn gestured toward Cameron. “If you really don’t want to have sex with him, he won’t force you. All you have to do is make up a believable excuse, ill health perhaps, and he’ll spend the day pampering you instead of making love. It’s up to you how you let the day pan out, though you will stay here for the full day regardless.”
“Fine, I’ll stay here and play happy families for the day, satisfied?”
“Quite.” The djinn snapped his fingers and Scott found himself back in the bed, with Cameron, his husband, wrapped around him. “Have fun,” he advised, right before he vanished into thin air.
“Are you awake?” Cameron asked.
“Yes,” whispered Scott, conscious of Cameron’s erection once more. If he planned on playing the ill health card, now was the time to do so. Yet he remained silent. Maybe the djinn was right and this wasn’t so different from a one-night stand. Perhaps he could pretend they’d hooked up at some club and come back here to Cameron’s place the night before. Yeah, if he kept telling himself that, he could make it through the day without losing his mind completely.
Cameron reached down and cupped his testicles, squeezing them slightly. Scott whimpered at the contact. Cameron touched him right where Scott liked it most, almost as though he knew. Any lingering thought of declaring himself sick vanished. It had been so long since he’d been with another man, even for a one-night stand.
Scott soon surmised that Cameron probably did know what Scott liked and how he liked it. In Cameron’s mind they’d been married for six months and together for goodness knows how long. Scott, meanwhile, had no clue what Cameron liked. He didn’t even know if he preferred to top or bottom, though from the way Cameron pressed up against him, he suspected he might be more amenable to topping his lovers.
Cameron sucked on his neck as he continued to fondle his balls, stroking his length and tugging his cock to life with an expertise Scott had never known with his previous hook ups.
“I’m glad we decided to stay here today,” Cameron whispered. “If we’d gone away we’d be stuck on the motorway about now and I couldn’t do this.”
Scott chuckled at the idea of them getting frisky in a car. No, this was much better.
Maybe he could get into this fantasy. A day getting laid by a man who apparently adored him didn’t seem so bad. It had been a long time since he’d taken a day off and he’d never be
en one to turn down an offer of sex with a good-looking man. This didn’t have to mean anything.
Scott pushed from his mind the thought that he didn’t even know what Cameron looked like, having caught barely a glimpse of him during his escape from the bed. Instead he forced himself to relax and let Cameron touch him as he wished.
He closed his eyes and moaned as Cameron quickened the pace of his strokes. He quivered in his arms. It had been a few years since he’d been fucked, yet he found himself open to the idea of letting Cameron inside him.
“Need to see you,” Scott pleaded.
Cameron changed his position and eased Scott onto his back.
Scott blinked and studied his fake husband properly for the first time. Cameron gazed back at him from under a mess of rumpled blond hair. His husband had a bad case of bedhead.
Cameron’s blue eyes sparkled with desire and Scott’s chest tightened as he tried to draw breath.
The full pink lips begged to be kissed and Scott leaned up to capture them with his own.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered after they had reluctantly separated.
Cameron laughed. “You’re acting as though you’ve never seen me before.”
Shit! Scott had a feeling he might be making a few gaffes during the day and if he wasn’t careful this would be one of many. He scrambled for something to say to smooth over his goof. “Each time I look at you, it takes my breath away.”
Cameron snorted and smacked him lightly on the chest. “Idiot.”
“What?” Scott asked, hoping he wasn’t digging the hole bigger.
Cameron climbed on top of him and rubbed their groins together. “You’re such a corny bastard,” he teased.
Scott had never thought of himself as corny, yet his line seemed to have steered him away from trouble, so he didn’t intend to argue the point.
Cameron rocked against him, slowly and deliberately. Scott had been hard from the first touch of Cameron’s hand and he ached for release.
“What do you want?” Cameron asked.
“You,” Scott answered immediately.
Cameron laughed. “I know that. Would you like me to ride you or fuck you?”
Any capability of forming words disappeared as Cameron scooted back a little and slipped his hand between Scott’s legs, inching his way to his hidden pucker. He rubbed his index finger against Scott’s entrance.
Scott pushed against the thick digit, whimpering when Cameron moved his hand away without offering him any sort of relief.
Cameron grinned at him. “I think I know what you want this morning.” He eased Scott’s thighs apart and knelt between them.
Scott strained his neck to see Cameron’s cock. Here he was, spreading his legs for another man without even bothering to consider what he would be letting himself in for. Thankfully for Scott’s arse, Cameron wasn’t hung like the proverbial horse or likely to split him in two when he fucked him. Not that he was small. In fact Scott suspected he might actually be perfect in girth and length. He could only see one problem.
“What about—?” Scott halted when he saw time—and Cameron—had frozen again.
The djinn hovered at the side of the bed, though he stood facing away from the couple. Scott could see his ears had turned bright red and he suspected the man might be a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but you’re about to mention condoms.”
“What are you, a bloody mind reader?”
“I already told you, I’m a djinn. You and your husband have been going bareback for quite a while now. I would advise against spoiling the mood by bringing up latex and causing Cameron to wonder whether you’ve lost your mind.”
“Um, okay.” Scott wondered how he could tactfully suggest the djinn bugger off before he ruined the mood entirely.
Before he could say anything the djinn vanished without another word and Cameron moved again. “What about what?” he asked.
“Er…” Scott fumbled for some way to finish his sentence that wouldn’t make him sound like an idiot. “Lube!” Saved, he thought as Cameron grabbed the bottle from the bedside table and poured a generous amount onto his palm.
“You’re acting very strange this morning,” Cameron commented as he coated his dick with the lubricant.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Just because I want you to use lube?” Scott couldn’t imagine any reality where he would let a man fuck him without the stuff, but then again, he couldn’t see himself as married either.
“It’s like you’ve forgotten I usually prepare you with my tongue first.” Cameron shook his head and frowned. “I don’t know. There’s something different about you today. I just can’t put my finger on what.”
Scott grinned and grabbed Cameron’s hand, placing it on his erection. “How about you put your fingers right about here and don’t worry about it?”
Cameron stroked him once before reaching down to his entrance again.
Scott had never been particularly enthusiastic about being fingered. He much preferred to rush ahead to the main event. Yet he found himself enjoying being expertly teased and thoroughly explored by Cameron. Each crook of a finger sent shivers rippling through his body.
Finally, Cameron seemed to tire of tormenting him. He lined his cock up with Scott’s nicely stretched hole and slowly eased his way inside.
Scott savored the sensation of being entered without anything between them, knowing this wasn’t likely to happen again once today was over and his life returned to normal.
Cameron filled him completely and held still while Scott took the time to adjust. Scott frowned as he realized he wasn’t struggling to accommodate Cameron, as he would have expected after going for so long without being fucked. It was almost as though he regularly took someone up the arse. Then again, if he’d really been married to Cameron for six months, he supposed he probably did. He guessed the djinn must have worked some magic on him to ensure Cameron didn’t suspect anything untoward.
Scott wrapped his legs around Cameron and urged him to move. He grabbed Cameron’s arse and kneaded the flesh as he encouraged his lover to quicken his pace.
As they moved together, Cameron appeared to read his every thought. He changed angle just as Scott desired. His strokes quickened or slowed before Scott could even make the suggestion. Cameron touched him in the places Scott liked to be touched, the spots Scott had discovered long ago, but no lover had ever been around long enough to learn. Cameron appeared to know Scott’s body as well as Scott did.
“Come for me,” Cameron demanded as he continued to pound Scott’s arse.
Scott reached for his dick, but Cameron nudged his hand aside.
“No hands,” he ordered. “You know I love it when I make you come without a touch.”
Scott had never managed to come untouched before. He always needed a hand with it—literally. Yet Cameron clearly seemed to think otherwise.
Cameron moved position again, this time nailing Scott’s prostate with ease. The stimulation wasn’t enough to send him over the edge. It had never been enough to make him come. Yet, his orgasm built with every stroke. Cameron was touching something at the very core of his being, in a place no other man had managed to discover.
“Look at me,” Cameron ordered.
Scott faced his lover and the moment their eyes met he lost control. He was dimly aware of the heat of Cameron’s release filling his arse and his husband collapsing across his chest.
“Oh fuck,” he managed to gasp out between breaths.
Cameron blinked up at him with a sated smile of contentment. “I love you,” he whispered before laying down his head on Scott’s chest.
Scott opened his mouth to reply, but once again Cameron had frozen. “What the hell have I done now?” he asked the irritating djinn.
“Nothing, just don’t say the words unless you mean them.”
Scott sighed with frustration. “If we’re married, like you say we are, won’t he be expecting me
to say them?”
“Cameron is already asleep and won’t know whether you’ve said the words or not.”
Scott supposed at least that got him off the hook for another lie on top of the rest he would no doubt be telling during the course of the day.
The djinn disappeared and time began to move again.
Sure enough, Cameron had fallen fast asleep. He snored contentedly, clearly not bothered about the fact they would be extremely sticky when they finally emerged from the bed.
Scott tried to be bothered about the mess, but found he didn’t care. It wasn’t as though he’d be around long enough to have to wash the sheets.
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About the Author
L.M. Brown is an English writer of gay romances. She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other…unless it is three.
When L.M. Brown isn’t bribing her fur babies for control of the laptop, she can usually be found with her nose in a book.
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