SERIOUSLY, ALWAYS YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL by Randall Morgan -- CHAPTER FOUR
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FOUR: Eric’s POV
He left. Brian Kinney left the bar while Pam had me tucked away in the office. God damn it! I had bigger plans for him than a single fuck. Not many men pull me to them the way he did. Women are my usual fare. But the love of my life, Godric, my maker and my lover, was male, so it’s not as if I deny that side of my nature. I return to my office and corner Pam. “I want you to find him for me. Get on it.”
“How am I supposed to find him, Eric? Do I look like Sherlock Holmes?”
“That’s your problem.”
“You had his fine ass, what more do you need? Since when are you chasing after men?”
I clamp a hand around the throat of my beloved progeny and squeeze until she gasps and I read fear in her overly made up eyes. “As your maker, I gave you an order.”
She nods and I release her. The night is growing short. I want him found before sunrise. She leaves and I sit at my desk, and focus on a small pearl of his semen that he missed in his clean up. I snatch it up with my fingertip and lick it off my skin. It tastes good, faintly like his blood only saltier. I want more of him. I want to drink from him. I want to fuck him, again. And I want it tonight.
When Pam returns to the office, she slams a slip of paper on the desk in front of me, glaring as only Pam can glare. “He’s staying at the Horseshoe in Shreveport. Room 601. I called Rowdy and he said that was the address he gave him and then I called the Horseshoe and got the room number out of some peckerwood on the desk.”
“How is Rowdy involved?” Rowdy works for Fangtasia, a vampire with little ambition and even less appeal. He can bartend and do odd jobs and help keep the peace when a brawl breaks out, and that’s it. I see Pam’s expression grow tense.
“I told Rowdy to drive him home. I figured you wouldn’t want to be bothered with him, now that the show’s over.”
“You figured that, did you?”
She nods. “Based on your usual behavior, yes.”
“You don’t make my decisions for me. Close the club tonight when it’s time. I have other plans.”
“Eric, this isn’t like you. Admittedly, he’s pretty, but so what?”
“He amuses me,” I tell her, making sure my car keys are in my pocket.
“How? Does he juggle while riding a unicycle? Pull a fucking white rabbit out of a fucking hat?”
“Goodnight, Pam.”
“It’s late. You could get caught without shelter.”
“I’ve been doing this for how long now? I think I can manage it.” With that, I leave. When I reach the hotel, I abandon my car to the valet and go straight to his room. At first he doesn’t respond to my knock. When he finally opens the door, he’s naked, pissed off and disoriented.
“How did you…” he starts to say and I interrupt.
“May I come in?”
He steps back to allow me to enter. I hesitate. “You have to invite me in explicitly.”
“Huh?”
“It’s a vampire thing. Just do it.”
“Come in,” he grumbles and walks back to the bed where he falls onto the rumpled sheets, propped up on one elbow as he watches me undress.
“I don’t have long,” I tell him. “I have to be back before sunrise.”
“Or you turn into a lump of charcoal like in the movies?”
“That amuses you?”
“No, I think I prefer you as you are now,” his eyes roam my body, and I smile. I feel it like a caress.
“You do understand why I don’t use condoms, I trust.” Naked, I climb in beside him. “Being somewhat dead, I can’t contract your diseases. No cell growth.”
“Somewhat dead?”
“Undead, technically.”
“Well, technically, I’m undead too since I’m alive.”
I smile at that. He’s funny. “You talk too much.”
“So shut me up,” he challenges and I do so by covering his mouth with mine. Sex with men is charged with testosterone, urgent, slightly brutal, a little painful at times, combat in the sheets. I like that. We get started and we don’t stop until my phone on the nightstand reminds me of sunrise approaching by beeping an annoying alarm. I groan and roll off of him. The taste of his blood is metallic, coppery and I lick it off my fingers and chin. I then lick the wound on his inner thigh to heal it and wonder if I took too much because he’s very quiet and still.
But he puts a hand on my shoulder as I start to rise and says, “One last kiss.”
I kiss him and then withdraw as he bites my tongue. “What the fuck?” the nip heals instantly and it was more annoying than painful. He smiles and runs his tongue across his lips that are a little swollen from all the heavy kissing. “I just wanted to see what you taste like, blood-wise, since you took about a pint of mine.”
“And?” I ask as I dress in the semi-darkness. In my head, I am gauging the time. Fifteen minutes or less to Bon Temps, another five to my lair, I have time to spare.
“It’s not bad. A little tart. Like wine that’s about to go off.”
“I’ll have you know my blood is considered a great delicacy and you’re going to regret that taste.”
“Why? I feel revived, like I just took a hit of blow.”
“Yes, that’s what you feel now. You’ll find out later what it really means. Time for me to go. I’m leaving my cell phone number by the lamp.”
“I’m going home today. Don’t wait by the phone.”
I smile at that. “Don’t call when the sun’s up. I’ll be asleep.”
“Eric, you’re hot as hell and we have great chemistry in bed, but I live in Pittsburgh and you don’t. And I don’t do the boyfriend thing, anyway. So…”
“Wait until dark,” I say as I leave the room, the hotel, the town, but not the man, not Brian Kinney. My calling card, his taste of my blood, assures that the connection between us is not yet over. Not until I say it is.
FIVE: Brian’s POV
The burst of energy I got when I was in the hotel with Eric is long gone. That vampire cocaine of his, his blood, is powerful, but once it wanes, I feel like I’ve been up all night, and I have. A kind of strange depression overcomes me. I can’t quite identify it, because I’m not a melancholy person. It never leaves me as I fly home.
Later, in a booth at the diner, with Michael beside me and Ted and Emmett across from us, nothing on the menu appeals.
Justin, my little blond stalker, looks especially fetching in his tight low slung jeans that show off that muffin of a butt, but even his appeal falls flat for me today. “Want to hear the specials?” He asks, pad in hand, bending one knee in my direction, looking all winsome and delicious. My cock seems to be in worn out mode because it doesn’t even twitch.
“I just want one of those lemon bars and coffee,” I say as the rest of the boys order a full dinner. I’m not big on sweets, but for some reason, that’s all that sounds good to me. Maybe I’m turning into a fly instead of a vampire. The blond bombshell sashays off with our order and Michael asks,
“What’s wrong with you? Hungover?”
“No, it was a pretty dry trip.”
“Bumpy flight?”
“I’m fine, Michael. Just tired.” I don’t want to tell him about the vampire, and when he asked early in the conversation, I told him so to shut him up.
“You’re still wearing a suit. Are you really going to Babylon in a suit?”
“I’m not going.”
“Why not?”
“Did you not hear the part where I said I’m tired?”
“You must have hooked up on your trip,” he says with a grin. Justin is pouring my coffee and he scowls at me because of what Michael just said. I ignore it. I owe no one my fidelity. That’s not my style. He knows that. Part of his charm is his boyish innocence, but it’s also part of the problem. He’s in homo kindergarten, just learning the ropes, and I’m in homo graduate school, an expert. I may have been his first lover, but I’m not up to being his professor.
“As if that slows him down,” Emmett adds and I glare across the formica at him.
“Like you know.”
“I do know, Brian. I’ve been watching you for years and you’re the Energizer Bunny when it comes to sex.”
“I hate pink,” I complain, and put several packets of sugar into my coffee even though I usually take it black. What is going on? Did Eric infect me with diabetes?
“You have to come to Babylon,” Michael complains. “They’re having the drag competition finals.”
“I’ll go,” Justin offers as he delivers my lemon bar and a soup for Ted and salads for the other two.
“No one asked you,” Michael is still being a bitch to the kid. He can be so childish. Emmett steps in and says of course Justin can go. Emmett has a big heart. A big mouth, too, but also a big heart.
“Good. Maybe I’ll meet someone,” Justin stares at me to see if that remark registered and I don’t even look up. I don’t want to encourage his stalking. It doesn’t bother me, exactly, but I do feel a certain ripple of discontent over what he said.
“You boys have fun,” I throw some bills on the table and wrap up the lemon bar in a couple napkins. “I’m going home.”
“Come on, Brian! We want to hear all about the vampires.” Michael whines, but I wave him off and drive to my loft where I can finally enjoy a little peace and quiet. I strip off the suit, pull on some sweats, and turn on the music. I eat the lemon bar with a shot of scotch and settle back on my bed to smoke a blunt. Between the nicotine, the alcohol and the dope, I should be relaxed. But when I close my eyes, I keep seeing Eric. When I keep seeing Eric, my cock gets hard. When my cock gets hard, I want to do something about it. But what I want to do about it is miles and miles away in Louisiana.
I’ve never had a guy stick in my head this way, and I wonder why. Yeah, he’s big and he’s beautiful and he’s different and he can fuck like a stallion, but this is more. Hand wrapped around my dick, I recall his touch, the way he smelled, the feel of his body next to mine, and in no time, the deed is done. Shit, what am I, twelve?
I retrieve a towel from the bathroom, clean it up and then reach for my cell phone. I’ve already entered his number on my contact list and he answers immediately. I can hear music in the background. He must be at his club. “Hello, Brian.”
“Get the fuck out of my head.”
“I did warn you,” he says, and I frown.
“Did you do this?”
“No, you did when you tasted my blood. It connected us.”
“Well, disconnect it.”
“When I’m ready.”
“I’m ready now.”
He just laughs and hangs up. When I call him back he doesn’t answer and his voice mail is not set up. I call again. Nothing. “Fuck you!” I curse him from afar and light another blunt, determined to drug him out of my head.
FOUR: Eric’s POV
He left. Brian Kinney left the bar while Pam had me tucked away in the office. God damn it! I had bigger plans for him than a single fuck. Not many men pull me to them the way he did. Women are my usual fare. But the love of my life, Godric, my maker and my lover, was male, so it’s not as if I deny that side of my nature. I return to my office and corner Pam. “I want you to find him for me. Get on it.”
“How am I supposed to find him, Eric? Do I look like Sherlock Holmes?”
“That’s your problem.”
“You had his fine ass, what more do you need? Since when are you chasing after men?”
I clamp a hand around the throat of my beloved progeny and squeeze until she gasps and I read fear in her overly made up eyes. “As your maker, I gave you an order.”
She nods and I release her. The night is growing short. I want him found before sunrise. She leaves and I sit at my desk, and focus on a small pearl of his semen that he missed in his clean up. I snatch it up with my fingertip and lick it off my skin. It tastes good, faintly like his blood only saltier. I want more of him. I want to drink from him. I want to fuck him, again. And I want it tonight.
When Pam returns to the office, she slams a slip of paper on the desk in front of me, glaring as only Pam can glare. “He’s staying at the Horseshoe in Shreveport. Room 601. I called Rowdy and he said that was the address he gave him and then I called the Horseshoe and got the room number out of some peckerwood on the desk.”
“How is Rowdy involved?” Rowdy works for Fangtasia, a vampire with little ambition and even less appeal. He can bartend and do odd jobs and help keep the peace when a brawl breaks out, and that’s it. I see Pam’s expression grow tense.
“I told Rowdy to drive him home. I figured you wouldn’t want to be bothered with him, now that the show’s over.”
“You figured that, did you?”
She nods. “Based on your usual behavior, yes.”
“You don’t make my decisions for me. Close the club tonight when it’s time. I have other plans.”
“Eric, this isn’t like you. Admittedly, he’s pretty, but so what?”
“He amuses me,” I tell her, making sure my car keys are in my pocket.
“How? Does he juggle while riding a unicycle? Pull a fucking white rabbit out of a fucking hat?”
“Goodnight, Pam.”
“It’s late. You could get caught without shelter.”
“I’ve been doing this for how long now? I think I can manage it.” With that, I leave. When I reach the hotel, I abandon my car to the valet and go straight to his room. At first he doesn’t respond to my knock. When he finally opens the door, he’s naked, pissed off and disoriented.
“How did you…” he starts to say and I interrupt.
“May I come in?”
He steps back to allow me to enter. I hesitate. “You have to invite me in explicitly.”
“Huh?”
“It’s a vampire thing. Just do it.”
“Come in,” he grumbles and walks back to the bed where he falls onto the rumpled sheets, propped up on one elbow as he watches me undress.
“I don’t have long,” I tell him. “I have to be back before sunrise.”
“Or you turn into a lump of charcoal like in the movies?”
“That amuses you?”
“No, I think I prefer you as you are now,” his eyes roam my body, and I smile. I feel it like a caress.
“You do understand why I don’t use condoms, I trust.” Naked, I climb in beside him. “Being somewhat dead, I can’t contract your diseases. No cell growth.”
“Somewhat dead?”
“Undead, technically.”
“Well, technically, I’m undead too since I’m alive.”
I smile at that. He’s funny. “You talk too much.”
“So shut me up,” he challenges and I do so by covering his mouth with mine. Sex with men is charged with testosterone, urgent, slightly brutal, a little painful at times, combat in the sheets. I like that. We get started and we don’t stop until my phone on the nightstand reminds me of sunrise approaching by beeping an annoying alarm. I groan and roll off of him. The taste of his blood is metallic, coppery and I lick it off my fingers and chin. I then lick the wound on his inner thigh to heal it and wonder if I took too much because he’s very quiet and still.
But he puts a hand on my shoulder as I start to rise and says, “One last kiss.”
I kiss him and then withdraw as he bites my tongue. “What the fuck?” the nip heals instantly and it was more annoying than painful. He smiles and runs his tongue across his lips that are a little swollen from all the heavy kissing. “I just wanted to see what you taste like, blood-wise, since you took about a pint of mine.”
“And?” I ask as I dress in the semi-darkness. In my head, I am gauging the time. Fifteen minutes or less to Bon Temps, another five to my lair, I have time to spare.
“It’s not bad. A little tart. Like wine that’s about to go off.”
“I’ll have you know my blood is considered a great delicacy and you’re going to regret that taste.”
“Why? I feel revived, like I just took a hit of blow.”
“Yes, that’s what you feel now. You’ll find out later what it really means. Time for me to go. I’m leaving my cell phone number by the lamp.”
“I’m going home today. Don’t wait by the phone.”
I smile at that. “Don’t call when the sun’s up. I’ll be asleep.”
“Eric, you’re hot as hell and we have great chemistry in bed, but I live in Pittsburgh and you don’t. And I don’t do the boyfriend thing, anyway. So…”
“Wait until dark,” I say as I leave the room, the hotel, the town, but not the man, not Brian Kinney. My calling card, his taste of my blood, assures that the connection between us is not yet over. Not until I say it is.
FIVE: Brian’s POV
The burst of energy I got when I was in the hotel with Eric is long gone. That vampire cocaine of his, his blood, is powerful, but once it wanes, I feel like I’ve been up all night, and I have. A kind of strange depression overcomes me. I can’t quite identify it, because I’m not a melancholy person. It never leaves me as I fly home.
Later, in a booth at the diner, with Michael beside me and Ted and Emmett across from us, nothing on the menu appeals.
Justin, my little blond stalker, looks especially fetching in his tight low slung jeans that show off that muffin of a butt, but even his appeal falls flat for me today. “Want to hear the specials?” He asks, pad in hand, bending one knee in my direction, looking all winsome and delicious. My cock seems to be in worn out mode because it doesn’t even twitch.
“I just want one of those lemon bars and coffee,” I say as the rest of the boys order a full dinner. I’m not big on sweets, but for some reason, that’s all that sounds good to me. Maybe I’m turning into a fly instead of a vampire. The blond bombshell sashays off with our order and Michael asks,
“What’s wrong with you? Hungover?”
“No, it was a pretty dry trip.”
“Bumpy flight?”
“I’m fine, Michael. Just tired.” I don’t want to tell him about the vampire, and when he asked early in the conversation, I told him so to shut him up.
“You’re still wearing a suit. Are you really going to Babylon in a suit?”
“I’m not going.”
“Why not?”
“Did you not hear the part where I said I’m tired?”
“You must have hooked up on your trip,” he says with a grin. Justin is pouring my coffee and he scowls at me because of what Michael just said. I ignore it. I owe no one my fidelity. That’s not my style. He knows that. Part of his charm is his boyish innocence, but it’s also part of the problem. He’s in homo kindergarten, just learning the ropes, and I’m in homo graduate school, an expert. I may have been his first lover, but I’m not up to being his professor.
“As if that slows him down,” Emmett adds and I glare across the formica at him.
“Like you know.”
“I do know, Brian. I’ve been watching you for years and you’re the Energizer Bunny when it comes to sex.”
“I hate pink,” I complain, and put several packets of sugar into my coffee even though I usually take it black. What is going on? Did Eric infect me with diabetes?
“You have to come to Babylon,” Michael complains. “They’re having the drag competition finals.”
“I’ll go,” Justin offers as he delivers my lemon bar and a soup for Ted and salads for the other two.
“No one asked you,” Michael is still being a bitch to the kid. He can be so childish. Emmett steps in and says of course Justin can go. Emmett has a big heart. A big mouth, too, but also a big heart.
“Good. Maybe I’ll meet someone,” Justin stares at me to see if that remark registered and I don’t even look up. I don’t want to encourage his stalking. It doesn’t bother me, exactly, but I do feel a certain ripple of discontent over what he said.
“You boys have fun,” I throw some bills on the table and wrap up the lemon bar in a couple napkins. “I’m going home.”
“Come on, Brian! We want to hear all about the vampires.” Michael whines, but I wave him off and drive to my loft where I can finally enjoy a little peace and quiet. I strip off the suit, pull on some sweats, and turn on the music. I eat the lemon bar with a shot of scotch and settle back on my bed to smoke a blunt. Between the nicotine, the alcohol and the dope, I should be relaxed. But when I close my eyes, I keep seeing Eric. When I keep seeing Eric, my cock gets hard. When my cock gets hard, I want to do something about it. But what I want to do about it is miles and miles away in Louisiana.
I’ve never had a guy stick in my head this way, and I wonder why. Yeah, he’s big and he’s beautiful and he’s different and he can fuck like a stallion, but this is more. Hand wrapped around my dick, I recall his touch, the way he smelled, the feel of his body next to mine, and in no time, the deed is done. Shit, what am I, twelve?
I retrieve a towel from the bathroom, clean it up and then reach for my cell phone. I’ve already entered his number on my contact list and he answers immediately. I can hear music in the background. He must be at his club. “Hello, Brian.”
“Get the fuck out of my head.”
“I did warn you,” he says, and I frown.
“Did you do this?”
“No, you did when you tasted my blood. It connected us.”
“Well, disconnect it.”
“When I’m ready.”
“I’m ready now.”
He just laughs and hangs up. When I call him back he doesn’t answer and his voice mail is not set up. I call again. Nothing. “Fuck you!” I curse him from afar and light another blunt, determined to drug him out of my head.