Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Wednesday Briefs

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompts for this week are:

"Home is where the heart is"

or use: gravy, baby, lines

or "Fiddle-de-dee!"

or use a fertile plain in your story or a savage jungle

or "Oh my goodness, you look good enough to..."


I’m using gravy, baby, lines.

All That He Desires #4 

“You just never know, Jules. Stranger things have happened. Look at you.”

“Yeah, look at me,” Jules said, sipping his drink. Miles didn’t know the half of it.

The pizza half way to his mouth, Miles stopped and frowned at Jules. “You okay? You kinda had a weird look going on there.”

Jules shrugged, carefully blanking his face. “Yeah, it’s all gravy.”

Well, except for the dreams he’d been having lately… strange, erotic dreams that left him breathless and wrung out by morning. And slightly creeped out. There was something not quite right about the man in his dreams, and it was always the same man, he was sure of that.

The guy demanded Jules ask for what he wanted, and somehow he knew doing that was dangerous. His dream man owned his body and... he didn’t want to finish that thought. He wished the damn dreams would just end. They were affecting him. He was tired, irritable, and… he yearned for more. He just didn’t know what he yearned for.

Shrugging off the thoughts, he turned his attention back to Miles. They spent several more hours playing video games before Miles went home. Jules wandered around his apartment for a while, restless, before finally taking an over-the-counter sleep aid. Thank goodness he had a late class tomorrow. One way or the other, he planned to sleep like a baby tonight.

* * * *

“Oh, little one, surely you didn’t think some pill would keep me from you?”

Smoke swirled, moving faster and faster in a whirlwind of motion, until it condensed… a body forming from the writhing, shifting mass. Plain black leather pants and a white, loose poet shirt graced his tall figure. Half boots completed the simple outfit, one he didn’t plan to have on for long.

Lifting the sheet, he peered at the body flung across the bed. Jules was naked, thank the gods, and Anslee smiled. Perfect. He pulled the sheet back, exposing the sleep-warmed body. Chanting softly, he whispered the spell that would guarantee Jules stayed asleep, but be aware of all that happened to him—at least subconsciously.

With a flick of his wrist, Anslee’s clothes disappeared and he knelt on the bed, one hand trailing over Jules’ calf, and sighed happily. The human was small of stature, but toned. His chosen one complained about being five-nine, but Anslee liked smaller men. He ran his hand higher up Jules’ leg, admiring the figure on the bed. Fair of skin and light colored hair… what humans today called a dirty blond.

Soft, light-colored hair covered his arms and legs, and a small patch of slightly darker blond hair at the base of a nice-sized dick drew his eye as Jules rolled onto his back, a moan already forming on his lips. Pleased with the reaction, he kept his touch light. Bleary hazel eyes opened to stare up at him.

“Oh God, not again.”

“Why do you fight me so, little one? I only want to give you pleasure.” Anslee’s hand feathered over a knee, moving slowly upward. The human’s body tightened with desire—a desire he fought tooth and nail every time.

“Y-you want it all—everything from me.” Jules shifted on the bed, helpless to keep his legs from opening, offering a more private treasure.

Anslee’s fingers blazed a path up Jules’ leg, barely stopping short of the main goal as Jules arched on the bed, wordlessly offering the prize Anslee sought.

“Of course I do, little one. And you will give me all too.” Anslee let his nails scrape over Jules’ stomach, keeping far away from the dick that wept pre-come on Jules’ belly. The smell of this human’s desire made him hunger. “Tell me what you want.”

“Why must I always—” Jules tossed his head back and forth. “Oh God, oh God… touch me.”

Anslee’s fingers stalked up Jules’ chest, moving in on hard nubs that stood proudly. “Touch you? Where?”

“M-my… cock. Stroke me. I want… put your hands on me, dammit.”

Anslee settled by Jules and grasped the cock that begged for his attention. Such warmth and heat incased in steel, but soft to the touch. So lovely; how he wanted to tasted, but the human had to ask first… always. There were rules, after all.

“Ask…” Anslee leaned closer, his breath a warm kiss across heated flesh.

“Oh fuck! Why do I always have to…?” Jules gripped the sheets on the bed. “Please, just please, suck it. Just touch me, give me what I want… please.”

“What you need, little one… and I will, once you stop fighting me.”

“I-I can’t help it!” Jules reached a hand out and touched flesh…. touched flesh! Alarm filled him and again the feeling of… something wrong assaulted him. Was it possible these weren’t dreams? “What are you?”

“Ah, finally you ask.” Anslee kissed the tip of Jules cock, then leaned closer. “I am áimear—one of the dark lords. The time has come, Jules. Tomorrow night I’ll come to you in person; no more games.”


* * * *

The ringing of his cell woke Jules as the image of shoulder-length dark hair back and green eyes faded away. He snatched his cell off his night table. “What, dammit?”

“Dude! I was just at the post office and guess what I saw?”

“Stamps?” Jules snarled into the phone. “Fuck, Miles, how should I know? I’m in bed, remember? Why the hell are you calling me—?”    

“Man, I just saw your mom. She was filling out a change of address form. They’re moving, Jules! How strange is that?”

Jules ran his hand over his bare belly, shocked at what he heard. Frowning, he looked down. On his belly were four lines; scratches really. The dream came crashing back as he dropped the cell. “Oh my God.” 


Don’t forget to visit the other briefers!

Okay, I know a few of you are heading right to google, lol. The word áimear is Gaelic for opportunity. This… I’m not sure what he is yet… is something totally made up by yours truly, lol. He’s not really good, not really bad… but he will present an opportunity, and if you take it… ;)

And yes, wishes do come into play, so we have a bit of a genie vibe going. And how Anslee feeds will remind you of another creature too. So bear with me as I mix myth with my imagination, lol.

MC Houle m/m
Cia Nordwell mm