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.”
“But…”
*
* * *
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.”
TBC
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
MC Houle m/m
Cia Nordwell mm
Nephylim m/m
MA Church m/m
Elyzabeth VaLey m/f
Lily Sawyer m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m
Chris T. Kat m/m
~M
