They sat in his living room, which provided a nice view of the Center Plaza below and the city beyond. Flint guided him to the couch and then sat down next to him. They had a few minutes before dinner arrived, and he wanted to talk more about the parent situation.
"Are they a danger to you, Myles?" He asked. "Your uncle was preparing to strike you during the confrontation in the coffee shop.” He reminded him.
“He was probably bluffing. Uncle David has never struck me before, just pushed me around." That did not sit as well as Myles probably thought it would. "My father hasn’t hit me for years; he's not physically violent, just verbally so." He said it so nonchalantly that it was heartbreaking.
Flint was making plans to visit every member of that family and make it clear that harassing his beloved would no longer be tolerated. He had a way of making himself clear and easy to understand. He reached over and placed his hand onMyles's knee, much like Myles had done. He loved the contact and the sensations that rippled through him.
“They’re thoughtless, selfish, and self-centered, but they wouldn't hurt me." He took a drink of his sparkling water and then set it on the coffee table in front of them next to Flint’s. “Seeing their accounts really opened my eyes. I'm going to let them pay their own bills from now on, and maybe our relationship will improve." Flint doubted that, but Myles was in a place where hope springs eternal.
“Do you like your job at Classic Threads?” He decided to let the subject rest and revisit it later, depending upon how the family handled being cut off.
“Yes, Randy is a good guy and a decent manager.” He lightened immediately and began opening up. “I like learning about fabrics, cuts, designs, and Mr. Kranz, the tailor, has been teaching me tailoring techniques. I do alterations as a side gig, and I think I'm pretty good, but I have a long way to go before I can call myself a tailor.”
“Is that your goal, to become a tailor?”
“Yes, I didn’t know that when I started the job, but I discovered that I really like the work and want to become a professional. Mr. Kranz is tops in his field, so getting the chance to work under him is the best education I’ll ever get.”
"Master Hadden has a tailor on staff, his name is Francois Blane. Are you familiar with his work?"
“I am familiar.” Myles nodded. “He’s a skilled Master Tailor, as was his father and grandfather before him. That talent runs in the family.” Myles was not aware that Francois was a vampire, and he was his own father and grandfather. Every few decades, a new Francois Blane took over the tailoring business.He smiled, wondering how Myles would accept his new reality when the time came for him to come into the secret.
"I can introduce you, if you'd like." He offered, and Myles' eyes lit up with joy.
“I’d love to meet him." Flint was glad he could bring such joy to his beloved. Their dinner arrived, and Myles appeared pleased. They fell into an easy discussion of various topics. Myles asked him about his work and about his training. He seemed genuinely interested in his life. Flint looked forward to the day he would open the world to him and wondered how he would accept it.
Fate had a way of making things flow together, and he did not doubt that his beloved would be understanding and accepting. They sat close with their hands often touching. The desire to be close was overwhelming, and as they finished dessert, the need became crushing.
Myles gripped Flint's thigh and then shot him a look that was ravenous and set Flint's heart on fire. "Kiss me," Myles whispered, tight and hoarse as his eyes watched him and his lips parted in anticipation.
Flint turned and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him with a desperation that burned and consumed. His lips were soft and lush, and Flint ate him up. The air was charged with an electricity that set his very soul on edge. The energy coursed through him, new and fresh and raw, echoing the need that was consuming him. His vampire instincts were calling for him to finish this to mark and claim and take his beloved as his own.
The kiss went on and on, going deeper and hotter until Flint abruptly stood, pulling Myles up with him. He stared at him for just a second, then wrapped his arm around his shoulders and led him through the room and down a hallway tohis bedroom. Their hearts were in tune, and he could not hold back the desperation that was raging through him.
No words were spoken, but volumes were communicated when Myles frantically pulled at his clothing. He lost a few buttons when he finally had his shirt off and then went for his pants. He never took his eyes off Flint, watching him strip quickly and efficiently. The suit was off and tossed on a chair in seconds, and he stood waiting for Myles to get that pant leg over that shoe.
Finally, he bent and took off Myles' offending shoe and slipped the pants off in one move, tossing them on top of his suit. He looked up at Myles from his kneeling position, and his desire spiked. Myles hard, needy cock jutted out from a lovely tuft of soft hair, and it was too tempting. With a half smile and a dark stare, he took the tip into his mouth, running his tongue around the surface.
He looked up at Myles, who was watching with a want that was palatable. He teased and tormented, holding Myles by his hips, keeping him still and under his control. The sounds were delicious moans and gasps that spurred him on to take this further and then to take it all the way.
Myles's hands were suddenly in Flint's hair, holding him as ripples of ecstasy coursed through him. Flint could feel the tremors and the tightening of his skin. He took him down his throat over and over, speed and pressure doing the work, and then he stiffened, the telltale sign of reaching the edge of control.
Flint felt the climax explode and felt Myles tighten his grip on his hair. It was painful but in a very satisfying way. His beloved was opening new sensual vistas, and he was more than ready for whatever was to come. Myles came in short bursts,filling his mouth with his essence. The taste and the vigor filled him, and it was amazing, and he wanted more.
“Oh, Flint, yes, so good.” Myles was speaking in fragments, and the look on his face was pure bliss. Flint stood and walked over to the bed. Myles did not waste time; he hurriedly jumped onto the bed and spread his legs. The invitation was clear, and Flint was more than ready.
Myles reached for him, wrapping his hand around Flint's girth and stroking the heated flesh. "You're beautiful." He said, and Flint laughed softly, no one had ever called him beautiful. Myles moved closer as Flint got onto the bed and pushed Myles’ thighs further apart. He released his stiff cock and took hold of his own, stroking it as he had Flint's. The view was erotic and had Flint hard as nails in seconds.
Flint took a tube of lube from the bedside table and handed it to Myles. "Prepare yourself for me, I want to watch you twist and moan and hunger for me.” He leaned closer, and Myles wasted no time covering his fingers with the slippery substance and pressing them against his tight hole. Flint watched with eyes that were bleeding red as Myles thrust his fingers inside, stretching and loosening the ring of muscles.
"You're beautiful, Myles. You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Myles closed his eyes, smiled, and vigorously worked to stretch and prepare. His breath was coming in short, urgent pants, and Flint about came just observing this marvelous, sexy man.
Myles dropped onto his back, still thrusting and panting, and Flint moved over him like a warm protector, blocking out the world and taking control. Myles was beside himself with feelings, new and intense, filling him and lighting fires in thedark corners of his consciousness. He’d only had a few lovers, very few actually, but he knew that this was different. The importance was ringing in his mind, and the sensations were roiling his blood.
Flint's body was magnificent, the muscles and the tone and the way he stood and looked at him all came together to make him weak and needy and wanting everything. The man was a vision of perfection, and Myles wondered fleetingly what he could possibly see in him. The negative thought invaded quickly and was squashed just as quickly. He wasn't going to waste this night feeling inadequate; he was going to enjoy it to its fullest.
“Are you ready for me, my love?" Flint's voice was deep with emotion, his gaze clear. His eyes were so intense and penetrating that Myles could feel them to his core. They seemed to glow with a soft redness like a backlight, but he assumed he was seeing things through his own lustful haze. His face, all severe and angular, seemed to take on a new shape, forceful and sharp.
He stared at him, and the image softened and then sharpened again. It had to be his imagination. Flint took over, stretching him, plunging his long, thick fingers inside, and turning Myles inside out. He moved with the thrusts and reached for Flint, touching his shoulders and arms, feeling the heat beneath the flesh. It was surreal that such a man would find him attractive, that such a man would want him this desperately.
