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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?”
“Um… huh?”
“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?”
“Yes, actually.”
“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!
~TBC
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