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:
"Dream a little dream of me"
or use: molasses, wine, mist
or try a trope you've never used before
or "Don't stop until I tell you to..."
or use: roof, adjust, philanthropist
or "Tie me up, big boy..."
or write about book burning.
All That He Desires #17
“No, that’s not straight enough, thank you very much.”
“Ahhh, do what? Anslee, man, I hate to interrupt, but you’re not making any sense. What’s not straight enough?”
“Oh, good God.” Anslee dropped his head back in his hands.
Jules stood in the middle of the living area, staring at Anslee. His long dark hair was a mess, his eyes were wild, and he was arguing with himself… rather loudly. It was what had awakened Jules in the first place. Huh, could Fallen Angels have nervous breakdowns? Because if they could, Anslee looked like he’d qualify. Annoyed didn’t even cover the tension that surrounded Anslee. Maybe pissed, with a side helping of confusion thrown in, would be more of an apt description.
Jules edged farther into the living area. “Who were you taking to? Or were you just thinking out loud?”
Anslee lifted his head. “I was just… talking to myself, I guess you could say. Nothing important. I didn’t mean to wake you, Jules.”
The tension was thick as molasses, and Jules couldn’t stand it. It really needed to be broken. His lips twitched and he grinned. “So, did the two of you work things out?”
“Well, you said you were talking to yourself, so I just wondered what y’all decided.”
Anslee shook his head, a smile crossing his face. “Have I mentioned what a smart-ass you are?”
“Maybe, in passing. Once or twice.” Jules sat by Anslee. There was something Anslee wasn’t telling him, but he decided to let it pass. “So, having trouble sleeping?”
“And you seem a little tense.” Jules choked back a snort. Yeah, Anslee was, just a bit. “Tell you what. How about we have a glass of wine? What I’ve got isn’t what you’re probably used to, but it’ll get the job done. Maybe that’ll help you sleep.”
Anslee put his hand on Jules’ knee. “I must admit, after all that has gone on between us, I am slightly amazed you’d give a damn about my ability to sleep. So, thank you, Jules.”
“I… ah… yeah. No prob. Be right back.”
Jules was off the couch and in the kitchen in a flash. Anslee wasn’t the only one ‘slightly amazed’ at his behavior. What the hell was he thinking? Why should he care if Anslee could sleep or not? When had he started to give a damn? Shit. Jules grabbed the wine and opened it… then drank straight from the bottle. Instead of drinking from it, maybe he should bash himself over the head with it?
“I care, dammit. How the hell did that sneak in?”
Lost in thought, he looked outside. Morning was creeping over the horizon and there was a thick mist on the ground. He had an early class today, but there was no way he was going to make it. Too little sleep, and he had plans for that wine. Quickly, he fixed him and Anslee each a glass. As tempted as he was to drink straight out of the bottle… that might cause questions he wasn’t ready to answer.
Jules brought the glasses back to the living area. Anslee was still on the couch, looking as shell-shocked as Jules felt. Whatever had happened while he was asleep… well, he didn’t want to know about it. He had enough of his own problems to deal with right now.
“Here you go.”
“Ah, thank you.” Jules held his hand out for the glass.
“I didn’t have any fancy wine glasses, so hope these are okay.” Jules jumped when his fingers brushed Anslee’s and sparks flowed through him. Shit, that hadn’t happened before.
“At this point, you could hand it to me in a drinking horn and I wouldn’t care.”
“Yeah, kinda how I feel.” Jules wrinkled his nose as he sat down next to Anslee. A drinking horn? Really? “Okay, I have to ask. Have you drank from… you know.”
Anslee coughed out a laugh. “I have indeed. My favorite were the drinking horns made by the Vikings. They were made from domestic cattle or goats. You’d be surprised what Man has come up with through the ages to hold his drink in.”
Well, now, didn’t that just bring everything roaring back? What a wakeup call. Jules tipped the glass back, gulping down his wine. He so wasn’t thinking about all that right now. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anslee drinking steadily too. Shit. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Last thing I need is a drunk Fallen Angel to deal with.
Fallen Angel. Oh, fuck me. How did my life turn into this?
Anslee held his glass out for a refill.
Jules blanked his face. Wow, that was fast. Really fast. Anslee practically downed the glass. “Ah, one glass should be enough, don’t you think?”
Anslee’s eyebrow rose. “Worried about your virtue? Don’t be, little one. If I haven’t taken what I wanted by now, no amount of booze—or anything else, for that matter—will change that. Besides, this isn’t enough to make me lose control and force you. I don’t want you unwilling, Jules. I want you very, very willing.” Anslee leaned closer. “Panting, gasping, moaning with need, and willing to do whatever I demand. When I make you come, you will scream with pleasure, not fear. That’s what I want.”
Jules swallowed. Anslee was close enough to kiss, and suddenly all Jules could focus on was Anslee’s lips. Jesus, the man had a mouth made for sucking cock. Why had he never noticed that before? Holy smokes, is it hot in here?
“Not to me. Are you hot, Jules?”
“Aw fuck, did I say that out loud?” Jules squeaked.
Anslee touched his lips to Jules’, then sat back. “Finish your wine and let’s go back to bed. It’s been a long night and you need to rest.”
“Yeah, right, rest.” OMG, he kissed me!
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