Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 17
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charisstomaTitle: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 17
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1012
Next couple of entries I'm going to blame on meridae and dyoklako. And internet is reacting to the rain. *growls*
Continues from Part 16
Everett called in sick for the next couple days and he could tell that Christie was relieved and trying not to show it. She told him to take as many days as he needed and call when he ‘felt’ better. She’d find the hours for him.
“You have any bills that need paying?” Stephen asked quickly adding, “we can do them on-line. You heard Connell tell me to take care of things while he was gone. Having you feel secure that there’s a place for you to go back to if this doesn’t work out seems like one of those things that comes under that heading. Takes the pressure off…”
“…while plying me with all the perks of being a kept man,” Everett continued the sentence. “Do you know how much money I’m saving from not buying food?” he added sarcastically.
With a totally saccharine smile Stephen smirked, “all you have to do is lay back or on all fours or any position that a certain person thinks up and open your legs and let a giant mosquito suck on you while he brings you to orgasm after a length of time he determines. Don’t discount the quality of the eyes rolling up in your head sex that all you have to do for is beg.”
“Yeah, that last one.”
“So, your bed or mine tonight?”
“Why can’t we can’t sleep in his bed?”
“His space,” Stephen shrugged, “it won’t feel right. And we’re going to clean the room, something I don’t get to do often when he’s home. He’s either sleeping or wanting to S&F or writing. None of those things involve vacuuming or moving furniture to get into the corners. We obviously can’t have an outside cleaning service so that leaves me.” He smiled at Everett, “and now you, hopefully. That armoire alone is a two person job and we’ll have to take out the drawers, empty the shelves and then put them all back again ‘neatly’,” he rolled his eyes, “after we’re done.”
“You’re trying to keep me from worrying, aren’t you?” He waved his hand, “yes, I’ll help with the cleaning but you’re worried too.”
“Yeah. I don’t know what they’ll ask in recompense for you becoming a co-consort with Connell and me. People like you are rare.” Stephen dropped onto the sofa, “They can’t force you to donate your blood or to accept someone else in place of Connell or even imprison you until you agree, but they can stalk you and make it difficult for you. You’ll have vampires fighting for the honor of propositioning you. Think about the confrontation between Connell and Warren.” He took a deep breath, “and walking alone into a restroom could get very interesting. Rape isn’t allowed but groping is, as is nipple play and cock play. They can’t penetrate you except with kisses to the mouth.”
“How do you know all this?” He looked suspiciously at Stephen, “really, why would you?”
With nasty grin he answered, “Vampires have a consort counseling program you’ll have to take, so you know what to expect. What’s expected of you, what to expect from your vampire, the rules of society and then there’s,” he crooked his fingers into rabbit ears and air quoted, “the ceremony. You get fucked and sucked in front of witnesses, and I do mean fucked. The best man gets to suck your cock during all that because it’s his due.” Stephen pushed his shirt off to one side and pointed to the small twin scars. “Hurt like a fucking sucker.” Realizing what he said his grin turned into a giggle, “that was so bad. Sorry,” and ruined it as the giggling turning into outright laughter.
“Can’t I just be a concubine? No marriage ceremony.”
Stephen shook his head, “He’d be expected to host individuals and we’d be having four-somes instead of us three. That would get old fast. I saw a concubine once at a party. They were buzzing around her. It was like I said, groping hands everywhere until her master called a halt when she’d chosen 3 of them. He must have coached her because she chose the ones I heard he wanted favors from.” He grimaced, “That’s prostitution the way I see it. Once in a while is fun but it would be more often than that depending on how your blood cell count held up. Consort really is the best way or freelancing at the Clinic.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m getting the vibe that this isn’t just a meeting with his book publisher that he’s gone for.”
“I’m sure it is but …” Stephen bit his lip, “It doesn’t usually take four days.”
“You think he’s meeting with the council to negotiate my becoming a co-consort?”
With a sign, “Yes.”
“Let’s go move that armoire then and maybe the bed and his study and if that doesn’t use up all the time there’s always the garage.”
“The garage,” Stephen echoed nodding.
“My bed. If things don’t work out, I don’t want you having to exorcize my ghost from your room. Much better if it’s the guest bedroom.”
“You wouldn’t try to kill yourself?!”
“No but I know that if things were reversed, I’d miss you a lot. And I know I will miss Connell. My eyes are feeling like melting. Let’s do get started on the armoire.”
Stephen took a deep breath in and raising his arm high grimly said, “Yes. To the armoire. We can beat this thing if we try.”
“Do you think we should polish the floors?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, no.” He paused, “only if we do run out of things to do or if when confronted by the study we falter.”
“Let’s move the floors up to second place. We can slide back and forth in our socks on them for fun.”
“Sounds like a plan but we’ll have make sure to put the area carpeting back down before he gets back. Problem with having a writer in the family, he has a never ending vocabulary to tell you what you did wrong.”
Continues with Part 18
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1012
Next couple of entries I'm going to blame on meridae and dyoklako. And internet is reacting to the rain. *growls*
Continues from Part 16
Everett called in sick for the next couple days and he could tell that Christie was relieved and trying not to show it. She told him to take as many days as he needed and call when he ‘felt’ better. She’d find the hours for him.
“You have any bills that need paying?” Stephen asked quickly adding, “we can do them on-line. You heard Connell tell me to take care of things while he was gone. Having you feel secure that there’s a place for you to go back to if this doesn’t work out seems like one of those things that comes under that heading. Takes the pressure off…”
“…while plying me with all the perks of being a kept man,” Everett continued the sentence. “Do you know how much money I’m saving from not buying food?” he added sarcastically.
With a totally saccharine smile Stephen smirked, “all you have to do is lay back or on all fours or any position that a certain person thinks up and open your legs and let a giant mosquito suck on you while he brings you to orgasm after a length of time he determines. Don’t discount the quality of the eyes rolling up in your head sex that all you have to do for is beg.”
“Yeah, that last one.”
“So, your bed or mine tonight?”
“Why can’t we can’t sleep in his bed?”
“His space,” Stephen shrugged, “it won’t feel right. And we’re going to clean the room, something I don’t get to do often when he’s home. He’s either sleeping or wanting to S&F or writing. None of those things involve vacuuming or moving furniture to get into the corners. We obviously can’t have an outside cleaning service so that leaves me.” He smiled at Everett, “and now you, hopefully. That armoire alone is a two person job and we’ll have to take out the drawers, empty the shelves and then put them all back again ‘neatly’,” he rolled his eyes, “after we’re done.”
“You’re trying to keep me from worrying, aren’t you?” He waved his hand, “yes, I’ll help with the cleaning but you’re worried too.”
“Yeah. I don’t know what they’ll ask in recompense for you becoming a co-consort with Connell and me. People like you are rare.” Stephen dropped onto the sofa, “They can’t force you to donate your blood or to accept someone else in place of Connell or even imprison you until you agree, but they can stalk you and make it difficult for you. You’ll have vampires fighting for the honor of propositioning you. Think about the confrontation between Connell and Warren.” He took a deep breath, “and walking alone into a restroom could get very interesting. Rape isn’t allowed but groping is, as is nipple play and cock play. They can’t penetrate you except with kisses to the mouth.”
“How do you know all this?” He looked suspiciously at Stephen, “really, why would you?”
With nasty grin he answered, “Vampires have a consort counseling program you’ll have to take, so you know what to expect. What’s expected of you, what to expect from your vampire, the rules of society and then there’s,” he crooked his fingers into rabbit ears and air quoted, “the ceremony. You get fucked and sucked in front of witnesses, and I do mean fucked. The best man gets to suck your cock during all that because it’s his due.” Stephen pushed his shirt off to one side and pointed to the small twin scars. “Hurt like a fucking sucker.” Realizing what he said his grin turned into a giggle, “that was so bad. Sorry,” and ruined it as the giggling turning into outright laughter.
“Can’t I just be a concubine? No marriage ceremony.”
Stephen shook his head, “He’d be expected to host individuals and we’d be having four-somes instead of us three. That would get old fast. I saw a concubine once at a party. They were buzzing around her. It was like I said, groping hands everywhere until her master called a halt when she’d chosen 3 of them. He must have coached her because she chose the ones I heard he wanted favors from.” He grimaced, “That’s prostitution the way I see it. Once in a while is fun but it would be more often than that depending on how your blood cell count held up. Consort really is the best way or freelancing at the Clinic.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m getting the vibe that this isn’t just a meeting with his book publisher that he’s gone for.”
“I’m sure it is but …” Stephen bit his lip, “It doesn’t usually take four days.”
“You think he’s meeting with the council to negotiate my becoming a co-consort?”
With a sign, “Yes.”
“Let’s go move that armoire then and maybe the bed and his study and if that doesn’t use up all the time there’s always the garage.”
“The garage,” Stephen echoed nodding.
“My bed. If things don’t work out, I don’t want you having to exorcize my ghost from your room. Much better if it’s the guest bedroom.”
“You wouldn’t try to kill yourself?!”
“No but I know that if things were reversed, I’d miss you a lot. And I know I will miss Connell. My eyes are feeling like melting. Let’s do get started on the armoire.”
Stephen took a deep breath in and raising his arm high grimly said, “Yes. To the armoire. We can beat this thing if we try.”
“Do you think we should polish the floors?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, no.” He paused, “only if we do run out of things to do or if when confronted by the study we falter.”
“Let’s move the floors up to second place. We can slide back and forth in our socks on them for fun.”
“Sounds like a plan but we’ll have make sure to put the area carpeting back down before he gets back. Problem with having a writer in the family, he has a never ending vocabulary to tell you what you did wrong.”
Continues with Part 18
