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:
“He's staying with...”
or show one of your MC’s as disappointed
or use: pizza, frigid, date
or: sex on a carousel
or use a key party
or use leftovers in an interesting way.
use a cardinal - either the bird or the cleric
All
That He Desires #19
“Indeed
you do, so I will… How did you say it? Behave, dammit.”
Jules
slowly lay back down, Anslee’s arm coming around him once more. Satisfied he’d
made his point, he tried to go to sleep… again.
He
was just drifting off when Anslee whispered in his ear, “For now.”
Yup,
he was in big, big trouble.
* * * *
As
disappointed as he was, Anslee reined himself in. Now was not the time to let
his dick rule him. He’d actually made some strides with Jules tonight and
didn’t want to ruin that progress, even as tempted as he was to push. He was in
bed with his human, Jules wasn’t trying to brain him with something, and Anslee
had learned a very important lesson—when stressed, Jules resorted to sarcasm as
a defense. The kid had a naturally smart mouth on him, but it was worse when
Jules felt threatened; and he threatened Jules, of that Anslee had little
doubt.
The
soft snores brought a smile to Anslee’s lips. Jules had finally gone to sleep,
it seemed. Anslee smoothed Jules’ hair back from his neck. Too bad he was wide-awake. Anslee snorted… Maybe
he should count sheep. Of course, that made him remember his comment about
counting orgasms, and Anslee found himself wishing Jules would wake up. Not
that it would change a damn thing. Jules wasn’t ready to be sexually… well, anything…
and Anslee found himself puzzled as to why he cared one way or the other.
“Damn
humans,” he whispered. They did nothing but stir up trouble and had from the
very beginning. Okay, that wasn’t historically correct. A certain female had been tempted.
Anslee
shifted closer, and the fragrance he was coming to recognize as Jules’ own
unique scent wafted up to him. His cock hardened and he tightened his grip. The
urge to thrust against Jules’ ass was driving him crazy. Even with several
layers of clothes between them, his human’s body gave off enough heat to scorch
Anslee… and make him yearn.
Anslee
buried his nose against the soft skin at the back of Jules’ neck and inhaled
deeply. He was driving himself slowly insane, but he couldn’t help it. He
wanted this human in a way he’d never wanted another. And, of course, the one
he desired was busy holding him at arm’s length. That simply must change.
Anslee kissed the back of Jules’ neck, silently promising that it would change.
By
all that was holy or not, Jules would need like he did.
A
soft murmur sounded from Jules and he shifted backwards, his ass rubbing
against Anslee’s groin. Anslee closed his eyes, soundlessly praying for
patience as he tried not to thrust against that firm ass snuggled so temptingly
against him. A displeased grunt from Jules drifted back to Anslee. Anslee
exhaled slowly and opened his eyes. At least when he was asleep, Jules sought
him out… and wanted him. Now all Anslee had to do was find a way to make Jules
lower his guard while awake.
“I’d
better be getting points for good behavior, little one,” Anslee whispered,
slightly amused at himself. Jules had told him to behave and he was—astounding
as that seemed. “What would my fellow Lords think if they could see me now?”
They’d
think he’d lost his mind, that’s what they’d damn well think. With dawn
approaching, he contemplated his situation. Thing was, he wasn’t sure he could
argue with them. None of them would understand why he didn’t just take what he wanted. They wouldn’t understand
why this small human was any different from all the others. He wasn’t sure,
either; he just knew Jules was. This fragile being played an important role in
his life. Now he had to figure out what that role was, dammit. He’d been told
this was his last chance and not to mess it up. Dire words, certainly.
Anslee
closed his eyes again. Enough of this,
dammit. I’m tired, daylight is coming, and I need to rest. God knows I need my
wits around me to deal with Jules. Tomorrow is a new day and we will start off on
a new foot. Or is it we got off on the wrong foot? Maybe I’d better go to sleep
so I won’t be so tired tomorrow I stick
my foot in my mouth. Ah God, listen to me. I’m giddy from lack of sleep.
Anslee
yawned and stopped thinking.
* * * *
Jules
lay in the dark, not moving, and barely breathing. Anslee’s talking to himself
had woke him up. He’d felt the erection nestled against him, and the insane
urge to do something about it had
nearly gotten the better of him. Things were changing… no, no, that wasn’t
right. Anslee was changing, and what was he going to do about that?
As
he lay in the dark, listening to Anslee, one thing became clear to Jules—Anslee
needed him. Anslee, his dear Fallen Angel, needed to learn the meaning of love
and somehow, someway, he’d been chosen as the one to show Anslee. Jules let
sleep take him over again now that Anslee had settled down. He was going to
teach a Fallen Angel to love… to love him.
No
problem.
While
he was at it, he’d solve the conflict in the Middle East, end world hunger, and
bring about world peace. Those would probably be easier than what he was about
to undertake.
