Tally picked up the pace until he was bucking and moaning non stop, a gorgeous flush coloring his cheeks and spreading all the way down his chest.
Sam drank the sight in, the way his deep blue eyes seemed to glow. The contrast of his bright pink hair against the white pillow. It was a sight to behold.
Then Tally groaned, arching his back as he peaked. His eyes never leaving Sam and the storm of his orgasm swirling in his beautiful eyes made Sam feel like he was drowning.
Sam remembered to breathe. Tally smiled at him, a dazzling, warm smile.
Sam reached for his own aching cock. Tally’s eyes widened in surprised delight and he licked his lips. His expression turning to one of pure hunger and avarice. Sam groaned, he wasn’t going to last long. He had never been more aroused in his life. He tugged, one, two, three times and his orgasm barreled through him. Unlike Tally, he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
When he could see again, he saw that Tally was smirking at him, like the cat that had got the cream. “That was hot,” said Tally.
Sam could only nod his agreement.
He watched as Tally scrambled out of bed and walked naked to the bathroom, giving Sam a perfect view of his peachy ass. He returned a few minutes later with a damp towel, he handed it to Sam and watched eagerly as Sam cleaned himself up.
“I’d much rather be licking you clean myself.” he said wistfully. “But one step at a time, I don’t want to scare you.”
Sam chuckled despite the flare of lust caused by the images Tally had painted with his words. What a pair they were. He didn’t want to take advantage and Tally didn’t want to scare him off.
He glanced at Tally’s naked body and saw that the young man must have cleaned himself off in the bathroom, so he chucked the towel on the floor to deal with later.
Tally climbed back into bed, and Sam pulled him into a spoon. Sighing happily before falling into a deep, contented sleep.
Chapter 17
Thenextday,Samcouldn’t stop humming happily to himself as he restocked the bar. Deirdre gave him an odd look but said nothing, just like she hadn’t mentioned the fight. Sam had no idea what had happened to the pimp or if the police had got involved and he did not care. He didn’t want to know. He suspected Deirdre wasn’t above disposing of dead bodies and if there was anything he needed to know, she would tell him. Other than that, he was happy to forget about the whole thing. The night had ended on a far happier note.
He knew he was acting like someone who had just got lucky the night before and that was certainly what it felt like. Deirdre was probably confused because she had assumed he had been getting lucky with Tally every night for weeks now. He felt mean for not telling his friend everything, but it wasn’t only his business to tell. Tally had a right to privacy. Even though he seemed utterly shameless.
Sam grinned at that thought and glanced over at Tally, practicing with Felix. He had to tear his gaze away before he just stood and stared for the whole session. He was by no means an expert, but even he could tell that Tally had a natural grace that was going to make him an amazing performer.
Sam spun off into a daydream about them living happily together as a real couple. Tally performing regularly with the crowd drooling over him but unable to touch him because only Sam got to do that. A booming business and a blissful domestic life. Sam grinned. It was all possible.
Deirdre headed off to the cellar as Sam opened up another box of bottled beers. He was just about to start humming again, when a low ominous growl reverberated throughout the bar. Startled, he glanced up just in time to see something emerge from the shadows at the far, unlit end of the room.
It sort of looked like a dog, except it seemed to be made of shadows and its eyes glowed red, like molten pools of lava. Its teeth looked viciously sharp, and it was the size of a bear.
Sam froze to the spot, his mind unable to comprehend what his eyes were telling it. He watched Felix see the thing and frown, crossing his arms. Tally spun around to see what he was looking at and then paled before standing tall and saying,
“Zacam salman.”
The dog thing closed its enormous jaws and vanished. Sam blinked several times.
“What did you say to it?” asked Felix calmly, as if they were discussing something as ordinary as the weather.
“Go home.” answered Tally.
“What was it?”
“A hellhound, looking for me because I escaped,” explained Tally, equally calm. As if he too thought it was no big deal.
Sam ran over to the stage. Large parts of his mind just could not process what he had just seen, let alone the implications of it. But he could grasp a threat to Tally, and that was what his mind was focusing on. It was a problem that needed to be solved. He had to keep Tally safe.
“Is it going to come back? Is it going to hurt you? Will it take you to hell?”
Tally smiled fondly at him. His eyes sparkling with happiness. “You do care,” he said. Sam couldn’t tell if Tally was joking or genuinely surprised that he was worried.
Sam shook his head in frustration, “Of course I do! Now answer me!”
