Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 18
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charisstomaTitle: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 18
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1104
Continues from Part 17
“Are you sure we can’t just sleep in here? It’s right there, so close.”
“Nooooo,” Stephen groaned, “don’t tempt me. We’ve already changed the sheets.”
Dropping his head onto the cabinet beside the armoire, Everett considered if he could fall asleep kneeling. A hand tugging on his arm trying to lift him was distracting. “Leave me ‘lone.”
“Come on, it’s not that far,” Everett heard but when they got to the hallway his bedroom seemed like longer than his legs wanted to move. How they got to the bathroom, he didn’t remember more than one leaden foot landing in front of the other.
“Shower but first swallow this.”
“What’s it?”
“Anti-inflammatory. We each should have taken one before we started. Suppose to decrease the after effects from overworked muscles. Your problem is you don’t know how to pace yourself. I estimated the bedroom would take us two days.”
Looking up through his lashes with a crooked smile of fatigue, “Where’s the fun n’that?”
“Uh, huh. Tell me that tomorrow. Shower. I’m not going to bed with a sweaty body that isn’t the result of orgasms.”
The hiss of the water sounded nice. Hands pulled up his t-shirt to the command of “put your arms up”. Walls are good things to lean butts on and it was easier to bend forward so his arms didn’t have to rise as far. Not so good to have to stand back upright when after the tugging on his waist, his pants were slid down and he had to lift one leg balancing on the other and Stephen, and then the second leg. “Stay there,” and he yelped as the cold tile wall and his back met.
“Baby,” Stephen chided him. “You’ll feel better once you’re showered and put to bed.” He did too. The smooth sheets that caressed his skin as he slid between and Stephen’s equally smooth skin as he slid in next to him. A part of him tried to become interested but Stephen laughed. “Neither of us is up for that. Maybe in the morning.”
“It’s odd going to bed to sleep so early,” he murmured to Stephen or himself or the room. He didn’t care, giving up consciousness as the lamp snicking off gave rise to darkness.
A finger stroked him pressing into the space between his balls and where he’d like it to be. It was a tease and he raised his hips canting them up to try to catch that finger but the finger was clever. His lips formed a snarl and a growl of dissatisfaction rumbled in his chest, the air streaming over his tongue and teeth.
“Shh, I’ll make it better but you need to be fully awake before I’m going any further. I’m not going to do anything if you think you’re going to be ashamed to face Connell after. Consensual and in your lucid mind is what it’s called.”
Keeping his eyes shut, “then why is there a finger playing in the valley of my discontent?”
“Said it had to be consensual and you lucid, not uninterested.”
“I’m interested. You in me or me in you?”
“Ah ah, tongue in mouth only for penetration. I’m not being the first in your ass before Connell, before you’re made a co-consort. Don’t think it’s even legal. But there are other things we can do.”
“Do we get to come?”
“Yes. And then I’ve made an appointment with Dr. Gordon to get your RBC checked and blood let, if you need it.”
“A donation? Sans vampire?”
“Yep. You go into a nice little bag and it’s kept chilled just like every other regular blood donation except that it’s given to the Donation Clinic. Sometimes one of them has an emergency. They keep blood bags on ice for such things. It’s not as yummy as a live warm lusty donor but it satisfies, so I’m told.”
“Suppose it gets me out of the hole for the check up.”
“Yeah, it does but for you they’d bend over, so to speak. They are that anxious to sway you to their needs.”
He grunted as Stephen straddled his hips lining their cocks up, “But if I don’t decide to be a freelance ...?”
“You’ll still be a member of the community,” he squirted some lube into his hand to warm, “Sorry,” as it sounded like a wet fart, “not the most romantic” and continued, “they hope, even if you’re not with Connell and me.”
“I think I’m pretty,” he broke off as the lube was rubbed over their cocks within Stephen’s fist, “set on being with,” he paused pushing his hips up and Stephen brought Everett’s hand up to wrap around their cocks stroking up, “haaah, being with you and Connell.”
“Think we better finish things at hand f-f-firrsst,” Stephen’s words stuttered, “talk later.”
Stephen was a good driver, not as good as Connell but it didn’t take them long to get to the medical clinic. Much faster than if he’d taken the bus. “Let me park the car before you get out. There may be vamps lurking.”
Looking through the tinted glass at the radiant colors of green and gold, “Sun’s up. Sunlight, lots and lots of sunlight.”
“Ah, but we’re not going through the front door. We’re going through the underground parking area.”
“Oh.” Yeah that would make a difference. “The good doctor treats vampires too?”
“Not often but vampires are very concerned for the well being of their blood providers. Still we need to be careful, concubines sometimes get poached in informal conditions and then there's a bloody big vampire fight.”
“Where does that leave me? I’m fresh meat. It would probably be better if I entered through the front door.”
“There’s security and I’ll park near the below ground entrance. They have security right inside the door," he paused for emphasis, "of consorted vamps. If I’m right beside you, any lurkers won’t approach too closely before we get inside.”
“And after we’re inside?”
“They’ll sit and stew hoping you’ll forget and come out by yourself or catch you before I can bring the car around. Which is why you’ll stay inside with the guards until I get the car there.”
He grimaced, “I feel like I’m a bank bag filled with cash.”
Stephen smiled over at him, “You are.” He patted him, “Once you’re a consort, you won’t have to worry anymore. They’ll leave you alone pestering wise and be very polite to the point of opening doors for you as if you were a real lady.”
Mentally he growled, 'stupid fucking; no they don't fuck, they suck; predatory vampires."
Continues with Part 19
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1104
Continues from Part 17
“Are you sure we can’t just sleep in here? It’s right there, so close.”
“Nooooo,” Stephen groaned, “don’t tempt me. We’ve already changed the sheets.”
Dropping his head onto the cabinet beside the armoire, Everett considered if he could fall asleep kneeling. A hand tugging on his arm trying to lift him was distracting. “Leave me ‘lone.”
“Come on, it’s not that far,” Everett heard but when they got to the hallway his bedroom seemed like longer than his legs wanted to move. How they got to the bathroom, he didn’t remember more than one leaden foot landing in front of the other.
“Shower but first swallow this.”
“What’s it?”
“Anti-inflammatory. We each should have taken one before we started. Suppose to decrease the after effects from overworked muscles. Your problem is you don’t know how to pace yourself. I estimated the bedroom would take us two days.”
Looking up through his lashes with a crooked smile of fatigue, “Where’s the fun n’that?”
“Uh, huh. Tell me that tomorrow. Shower. I’m not going to bed with a sweaty body that isn’t the result of orgasms.”
The hiss of the water sounded nice. Hands pulled up his t-shirt to the command of “put your arms up”. Walls are good things to lean butts on and it was easier to bend forward so his arms didn’t have to rise as far. Not so good to have to stand back upright when after the tugging on his waist, his pants were slid down and he had to lift one leg balancing on the other and Stephen, and then the second leg. “Stay there,” and he yelped as the cold tile wall and his back met.
“Baby,” Stephen chided him. “You’ll feel better once you’re showered and put to bed.” He did too. The smooth sheets that caressed his skin as he slid between and Stephen’s equally smooth skin as he slid in next to him. A part of him tried to become interested but Stephen laughed. “Neither of us is up for that. Maybe in the morning.”
“It’s odd going to bed to sleep so early,” he murmured to Stephen or himself or the room. He didn’t care, giving up consciousness as the lamp snicking off gave rise to darkness.
A finger stroked him pressing into the space between his balls and where he’d like it to be. It was a tease and he raised his hips canting them up to try to catch that finger but the finger was clever. His lips formed a snarl and a growl of dissatisfaction rumbled in his chest, the air streaming over his tongue and teeth.
“Shh, I’ll make it better but you need to be fully awake before I’m going any further. I’m not going to do anything if you think you’re going to be ashamed to face Connell after. Consensual and in your lucid mind is what it’s called.”
Keeping his eyes shut, “then why is there a finger playing in the valley of my discontent?”
“Said it had to be consensual and you lucid, not uninterested.”
“I’m interested. You in me or me in you?”
“Ah ah, tongue in mouth only for penetration. I’m not being the first in your ass before Connell, before you’re made a co-consort. Don’t think it’s even legal. But there are other things we can do.”
“Do we get to come?”
“Yes. And then I’ve made an appointment with Dr. Gordon to get your RBC checked and blood let, if you need it.”
“A donation? Sans vampire?”
“Yep. You go into a nice little bag and it’s kept chilled just like every other regular blood donation except that it’s given to the Donation Clinic. Sometimes one of them has an emergency. They keep blood bags on ice for such things. It’s not as yummy as a live warm lusty donor but it satisfies, so I’m told.”
“Suppose it gets me out of the hole for the check up.”
“Yeah, it does but for you they’d bend over, so to speak. They are that anxious to sway you to their needs.”
He grunted as Stephen straddled his hips lining their cocks up, “But if I don’t decide to be a freelance ...?”
“You’ll still be a member of the community,” he squirted some lube into his hand to warm, “Sorry,” as it sounded like a wet fart, “not the most romantic” and continued, “they hope, even if you’re not with Connell and me.”
“I think I’m pretty,” he broke off as the lube was rubbed over their cocks within Stephen’s fist, “set on being with,” he paused pushing his hips up and Stephen brought Everett’s hand up to wrap around their cocks stroking up, “haaah, being with you and Connell.”
“Think we better finish things at hand f-f-firrsst,” Stephen’s words stuttered, “talk later.”
Stephen was a good driver, not as good as Connell but it didn’t take them long to get to the medical clinic. Much faster than if he’d taken the bus. “Let me park the car before you get out. There may be vamps lurking.”
Looking through the tinted glass at the radiant colors of green and gold, “Sun’s up. Sunlight, lots and lots of sunlight.”
“Ah, but we’re not going through the front door. We’re going through the underground parking area.”
“Oh.” Yeah that would make a difference. “The good doctor treats vampires too?”
“Not often but vampires are very concerned for the well being of their blood providers. Still we need to be careful, concubines sometimes get poached in informal conditions and then there's a bloody big vampire fight.”
“Where does that leave me? I’m fresh meat. It would probably be better if I entered through the front door.”
“There’s security and I’ll park near the below ground entrance. They have security right inside the door," he paused for emphasis, "of consorted vamps. If I’m right beside you, any lurkers won’t approach too closely before we get inside.”
“And after we’re inside?”
“They’ll sit and stew hoping you’ll forget and come out by yourself or catch you before I can bring the car around. Which is why you’ll stay inside with the guards until I get the car there.”
He grimaced, “I feel like I’m a bank bag filled with cash.”
Stephen smiled over at him, “You are.” He patted him, “Once you’re a consort, you won’t have to worry anymore. They’ll leave you alone pestering wise and be very polite to the point of opening doors for you as if you were a real lady.”
Mentally he growled, 'stupid fucking; no they don't fuck, they suck; predatory vampires."
Continues with Part 19
