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Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 8
Title:Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 8
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1457
Continues from here Part 7
Everett left in a daze, questions in his mind floating into view and then away to return again. Do I want to be a regular donor? Would Connell want to feed from me that frequently or do I have to have more than one diner? What would his consort think about that? Should I do the drugs instead? If the Blood Donation Clinic finds out am I going to be hunted down and kept in a cage, maybe bred to produce more people like me while they milk my blood from me like a cow or sell me like a pimp? Oh God, I’m a whore! He stopped, leaning over with his hands on his knees and took deep breaths.
“You okay there?”
Moving one of his hands up, he waved in the direction of the voice keeping his face to the walkway.
“Yeah, I thought so. Can you stand?” The voice was closer.
“Fine. I’m fine. Just go away.”
“Nope. Not happening. Get in the car and I’ll take you for a drink. You look like you could use one.”
“You a serial killer?”
There was amusement, “If I told you, then I’d have to kill you. There’s a restaurant just down the street that has alcohol on the menu or there’s a bar almost next door to it. Can’t go over 35 in this area so you can jump out if you feel threatened without getting too hurt and there’s cameras everywhere. Smoky bar or dimly lit food with your drink. Your choice.”
“Food any good?”
“Not terrible. I’ve been hanging out there almost all week and I’m still alive, sort of.”
Everett gave a weak laugh, “Okay. I’m easy. Food and drink, light on the food, I don’t know if I can keep it down.”
“Bad news?”
“Let me gulp down something cold with fumes first.” He was relieved that the ride was short.
“Table by the window again, Mr. McElroy?”
“No, think me and my friend need someplace more secluded so we can talk. Beer for me.” He turned towards Everett, “What do you think you want? I’m buying.”
“Beer. Beer sounds good,” as he slid into the booth at the back of the restaurant. “I don’t usually kiss on the first date,” and groaned putting his head on the table.
“Boyfriend trouble?” earned the other man a bark of laughter.
“Not a boyfriend, wish he were it’d make things easier.” Everett looked up quickly. “Me being with another guy a problem? ‘Cause I can leave, I’m fine really.”
“We’re good. So what’s the problem?”
“It’s a money relationship. He’s nice to me but he’s got a partner already, and he’s really just using me but I wish…” he took a quick drink. “He’s not to blame, he’s got needs that evidently his partner can’t satisfy totally, and his partner, I think is okay with his being with me. But I don’t know how I feel about all that and I might have to take other customers and that would be worse. And, and … if I don’t then I’ll probably die.”
“Literally or figuratively?”
“What?”
“You’ll die literally or figuratively?”
“Literally. I’ve got a condition.” Everett looked defiantly over at the man on the other side of the booth who was looking straight back at him.
“So, you contagious?”
“NO!” He paused, “there was this real old television show, The Immortal*, I’m afraid I’m going to end up running like that and I’ll probably die if I do.”
“But this guy that you’re seeing if he didn’t have his ‘partner’, could take care of you.”
“I’m not breaking up a happy relationship! There’s pills or I could start cutting or something.”
“What if you liked the partner and the partner liked you?”
Everett swallowed a big gulp of beer, soon this wouldn’t bother him and he could go sleep in an alley if the guy on the other side of the booth would let him. “I’ve never met the partner and besides the guy I’ve been with might only want me for one thing.”
In answer, the other guy took out his phone, “Hey, babe. Yeah, we’re good. How soon can you get here? Yeah? It’ll go better if you do some of the talking.”
Putting his beer down, Everett glared at the man, “Look, I’ve never done anything other than fingers and being sucked, never had anything in me. And I’m not up for a threesome. I’m not even sure if I like you. I can’t do this.”
“You might after you meet who I called,” was playfully said. The door opened and a man walked in who looked kind of familiar in the dim lighting of the place. As he got closer, the man on the other side of the booth put his hand across the table, “Hi. My name is Stephen. I’m the consort and part time blood provider and I’ve been haunting this place all week hoping to meet up with you.” He grinned, “And I haven’t a problem at all with you joining us in our bed, but how about we take this slow and get to know each other first.”
Everett watched as they kissed, feeling a bit surreal. ‘This isn’t happening and they look really good together.” The foot sliding up my leg under the table isn’t helping or it's helping too much.’ He made to stand, “Um, maybe I should leave.”
“Sit.” Connell said. “Please.” He leaned over to kiss Everett right on the lips, giving him a nip that drew blood, and sucking lightly. “Delicious and sweet.”
“Discrete too. Closest he got to blood is mention of The Immortal and cutting.”
Connell’s eyes glared at Everett, “You are not cutting. It’s not healthy, mentally or physically.” He grinned, “Let the experts do it.”
Impersonating a fish felt natural, maybe he should take up life as a fish. “Uh.”
“So what did the good doctor tell you? Something good I hope.”
“He says he’ll probably die because of his condition unless he gets treatment, pills or maybe other patrons.” There was a growl from Connell.
Hotly Everett said, “You know you talk too much.”
“Reciprocal fellacio works and I’d rather you not take other patrons.” Connell sternly said, “You’re mine.”
“He’s also not comfortable being the whore on the side.”
Everett reached down and pulled the foot at his knee towards him watching the man on the other side slide down so his chin barely could be seen over the table. “I’m not a whore. Not really,” he added uncertainly.
Connell considered him, “How would you feel about a trial co-consortship?”
“With both of you?”
“If you want, if you can handle being with him,” Connell tilted his head towards Stephen, “I’ll tell you he can get fairly noisy even when I’m not drinking.”
“You like it,” was cheekily said.
“You have sex even when you’re not fee-, um drinking?”
“Oh, he can drink the white stuff too,” was cheerfully answered. “What base you been to before our favorite sucker?”
This was quickly driving off the main road and into Lala-Land, Everett thought. “Don’t know what base is what. I’ve had handjobs and once,” he knew he was blushing, “as an experiment a guy I roomed with licked me down there. He didn’t like it so we stopped and we drank a lot of beer so we could say we were drunk at the time.”
“Ooooh a virgin. Baby the things I can show you.”
“You said, we were going to take things slow,” Everett glared at Stephen.
“We are. We are. You’re over there and I’m over here, though you do have my foot in your hand.”
“Stephen.”
“And I thought you were such a nice respectable guy, concerned about me.”
“I am baby,” was said more seriously. “I want you safe and with us in a consensual relationship when you’re ready but you won’t know until you try it.”
More reasonably, “Come home with us tonight. Nothing will happen other than you’ll hear a lot of noise through the walls,” Connell added, “unless you want to join us.”
“I got work tomorrow.”
“What time?” Stephen tilted his head.
“Not until, about three. I get off at nine. But I’ve got to change, these are the clothes I wore to work today.”
Stephen grinned, “We’ve got a washer and a dryer and I can give you a ride to work.”
“O-kay,” Everett said hesitantly, “no pressure right?”
Connell was the one answering, “no pressure but if you feel like joining us, we’ll leave the door open.” His fangs gleamed in the dark, “Nice thing about having sex with people like me, there’s no wet spot.”
Everett didn't know what to say to that.
*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Immortal_(TV_series)
Continues here Part 9
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1457
Continues from here Part 7
Everett left in a daze, questions in his mind floating into view and then away to return again. Do I want to be a regular donor? Would Connell want to feed from me that frequently or do I have to have more than one diner? What would his consort think about that? Should I do the drugs instead? If the Blood Donation Clinic finds out am I going to be hunted down and kept in a cage, maybe bred to produce more people like me while they milk my blood from me like a cow or sell me like a pimp? Oh God, I’m a whore! He stopped, leaning over with his hands on his knees and took deep breaths.
“You okay there?”
Moving one of his hands up, he waved in the direction of the voice keeping his face to the walkway.
“Yeah, I thought so. Can you stand?” The voice was closer.
“Fine. I’m fine. Just go away.”
“Nope. Not happening. Get in the car and I’ll take you for a drink. You look like you could use one.”
“You a serial killer?”
There was amusement, “If I told you, then I’d have to kill you. There’s a restaurant just down the street that has alcohol on the menu or there’s a bar almost next door to it. Can’t go over 35 in this area so you can jump out if you feel threatened without getting too hurt and there’s cameras everywhere. Smoky bar or dimly lit food with your drink. Your choice.”
“Food any good?”
“Not terrible. I’ve been hanging out there almost all week and I’m still alive, sort of.”
Everett gave a weak laugh, “Okay. I’m easy. Food and drink, light on the food, I don’t know if I can keep it down.”
“Bad news?”
“Let me gulp down something cold with fumes first.” He was relieved that the ride was short.
“Table by the window again, Mr. McElroy?”
“No, think me and my friend need someplace more secluded so we can talk. Beer for me.” He turned towards Everett, “What do you think you want? I’m buying.”
“Beer. Beer sounds good,” as he slid into the booth at the back of the restaurant. “I don’t usually kiss on the first date,” and groaned putting his head on the table.
“Boyfriend trouble?” earned the other man a bark of laughter.
“Not a boyfriend, wish he were it’d make things easier.” Everett looked up quickly. “Me being with another guy a problem? ‘Cause I can leave, I’m fine really.”
“We’re good. So what’s the problem?”
“It’s a money relationship. He’s nice to me but he’s got a partner already, and he’s really just using me but I wish…” he took a quick drink. “He’s not to blame, he’s got needs that evidently his partner can’t satisfy totally, and his partner, I think is okay with his being with me. But I don’t know how I feel about all that and I might have to take other customers and that would be worse. And, and … if I don’t then I’ll probably die.”
“Literally or figuratively?”
“What?”
“You’ll die literally or figuratively?”
“Literally. I’ve got a condition.” Everett looked defiantly over at the man on the other side of the booth who was looking straight back at him.
“So, you contagious?”
“NO!” He paused, “there was this real old television show, The Immortal*, I’m afraid I’m going to end up running like that and I’ll probably die if I do.”
“But this guy that you’re seeing if he didn’t have his ‘partner’, could take care of you.”
“I’m not breaking up a happy relationship! There’s pills or I could start cutting or something.”
“What if you liked the partner and the partner liked you?”
Everett swallowed a big gulp of beer, soon this wouldn’t bother him and he could go sleep in an alley if the guy on the other side of the booth would let him. “I’ve never met the partner and besides the guy I’ve been with might only want me for one thing.”
In answer, the other guy took out his phone, “Hey, babe. Yeah, we’re good. How soon can you get here? Yeah? It’ll go better if you do some of the talking.”
Putting his beer down, Everett glared at the man, “Look, I’ve never done anything other than fingers and being sucked, never had anything in me. And I’m not up for a threesome. I’m not even sure if I like you. I can’t do this.”
“You might after you meet who I called,” was playfully said. The door opened and a man walked in who looked kind of familiar in the dim lighting of the place. As he got closer, the man on the other side of the booth put his hand across the table, “Hi. My name is Stephen. I’m the consort and part time blood provider and I’ve been haunting this place all week hoping to meet up with you.” He grinned, “And I haven’t a problem at all with you joining us in our bed, but how about we take this slow and get to know each other first.”
Everett watched as they kissed, feeling a bit surreal. ‘This isn’t happening and they look really good together.” The foot sliding up my leg under the table isn’t helping or it's helping too much.’ He made to stand, “Um, maybe I should leave.”
“Sit.” Connell said. “Please.” He leaned over to kiss Everett right on the lips, giving him a nip that drew blood, and sucking lightly. “Delicious and sweet.”
“Discrete too. Closest he got to blood is mention of The Immortal and cutting.”
Connell’s eyes glared at Everett, “You are not cutting. It’s not healthy, mentally or physically.” He grinned, “Let the experts do it.”
Impersonating a fish felt natural, maybe he should take up life as a fish. “Uh.”
“So what did the good doctor tell you? Something good I hope.”
“He says he’ll probably die because of his condition unless he gets treatment, pills or maybe other patrons.” There was a growl from Connell.
Hotly Everett said, “You know you talk too much.”
“Reciprocal fellacio works and I’d rather you not take other patrons.” Connell sternly said, “You’re mine.”
“He’s also not comfortable being the whore on the side.”
Everett reached down and pulled the foot at his knee towards him watching the man on the other side slide down so his chin barely could be seen over the table. “I’m not a whore. Not really,” he added uncertainly.
Connell considered him, “How would you feel about a trial co-consortship?”
“With both of you?”
“If you want, if you can handle being with him,” Connell tilted his head towards Stephen, “I’ll tell you he can get fairly noisy even when I’m not drinking.”
“You like it,” was cheekily said.
“You have sex even when you’re not fee-, um drinking?”
“Oh, he can drink the white stuff too,” was cheerfully answered. “What base you been to before our favorite sucker?”
This was quickly driving off the main road and into Lala-Land, Everett thought. “Don’t know what base is what. I’ve had handjobs and once,” he knew he was blushing, “as an experiment a guy I roomed with licked me down there. He didn’t like it so we stopped and we drank a lot of beer so we could say we were drunk at the time.”
“Ooooh a virgin. Baby the things I can show you.”
“You said, we were going to take things slow,” Everett glared at Stephen.
“We are. We are. You’re over there and I’m over here, though you do have my foot in your hand.”
“Stephen.”
“And I thought you were such a nice respectable guy, concerned about me.”
“I am baby,” was said more seriously. “I want you safe and with us in a consensual relationship when you’re ready but you won’t know until you try it.”
More reasonably, “Come home with us tonight. Nothing will happen other than you’ll hear a lot of noise through the walls,” Connell added, “unless you want to join us.”
“I got work tomorrow.”
“What time?” Stephen tilted his head.
“Not until, about three. I get off at nine. But I’ve got to change, these are the clothes I wore to work today.”
Stephen grinned, “We’ve got a washer and a dryer and I can give you a ride to work.”
“O-kay,” Everett said hesitantly, “no pressure right?”
Connell was the one answering, “no pressure but if you feel like joining us, we’ll leave the door open.” His fangs gleamed in the dark, “Nice thing about having sex with people like me, there’s no wet spot.”
Everett didn't know what to say to that.
*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Immortal_(TV_series)
Continues here Part 9
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I've fallen behind, looking forward to catching up tomorrow (I might have peeked ahead).
Should you want to post more in the meantime..... *giggle*
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Chapters many many chapters...........................
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I'm loving this, Charis!
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Connell is at the top of the pyramid. Vampire. But he tries not to push that aspect too much.