“I’m gay, ish, and can’t get or pass on diseases of any kind. I’m also immortal. Can you think of any good reason for me not to fuck my way through existence?”
“When you put it like that…” He nudged Sorley’s elbow. “It’s over there. What’s the plan?”
“Get a drink, chill, wait for the right man to approach.”
“That’s it?”
Sorley shrugged. “It’s not failed me yet.” His face fell. “Okay, it failed me last time I went out, but I still pulled. I think. Damn. Maybe we need a different plan while this…person is at large.”
Gethin grimaced. “I’ve never been to a gay bar, or gay club. The noise level puts me off. I can’t seem to tune it out.”
“Super-sensitive hearing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, eh?”
They shared a silent moment of understanding. Then Sorley cocked his head. “I hear with my little ear…my dinner.” He began walking,stalking,towards the end of the road where there was an alleyway. Gethin waited a second, then sighed and followed at a careful distance.
By the time he caught up, Sorley was fangs deep in the neck of a young woman whose expression was glazed, her pupils blown and her body lax against the dull brickwork behind them. Gethin coughed lightly. Sorley looked up, his eyes intense as their gazes snagged. He pulled back, licking the wound shut, and spoke in a low tone to the woman. On second glance, she was barely more than a girl. She giggled, then at the vampire’s bidding, pulled her coat tightly around herself and set off, weaving slightly, in the direction of the nearby taxi rank.
Gethin stepped into the shadow she vacated. “You really letting her go alone?” As he spoke, he breathed in. The scent of the vamp’s arousal punched him low in the gut, making his cock stir. “Jesus, man, she’s only a kid.”
Sorley rolled his tongue slowly over his fangs, eyes not leaving Gethin’s. “Thatchild,”he said archly, “is thirty if she’s a day, and a sex worker. She got forty quid for three minutes’ work and is off home, no doubt to inject or inhale her latest high.” He pulled a face. “She tastes of meth.”
“Christ.”
“Not like it’s going to affect me, is it?” Sorley shrugged again. “More bothered about this. You do know a vampire’s sex drive is directly wired to their feeding?” He flicked his gaze downwards, made sure Gethin was following his movements, then traced a single digit over the front of his slacks where there was a noticeable bulge.
Gethin swallowed. “Not my problem.”Except I really want it to be.His mouth watered.
Sorley used his free hand to haul Gethin down towards him. “Oh but it could be.” Nose to nose, Gethin could see his pupils were dilated and their blue rims practically glowed. His own cock pulsed against rough denim, hard and needy. He couldn’t remember how to breathe.
“I don’t even like you.” It was a weak argument and he knew it.
Sorley grinned. “Hate sex works just fine.” He tugged Gethin deeper into the shadows. “You want to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Bada bing, bada boom.” His mouth came down on Gethin’s.
Somehow they both had their flies open and their fingers delving inside cloth. Gethin hissed as Sorley’s cool fingers enveloped his dick. “Warn a guy, won’t ya?” His erection throbbed though, unbothered by the drop in temperature. Sorley’s cock felt good in his hand, weighty and real, way better than porn. He delved lower, cupping the vamp’s balls, teasing that soft spot just behind them. Sorley groaned against his neck.
“Lube. In my pocket.”
“I’m not fucking you here! We’re out in the bloody open, man.”
Sorley huffed. “It’s past two a.m. in a dark alley, and all good boys and girls are in bed. Or are you chicken?”
“Fuck’s sake.” Gethin clawed at Sorley’s belt buckle. “How fast can you run if we’re interrupted?”
“We won’t be.” Sorley handed him the lube sachet with quirked lips. “Because we’ve both got supernatural hearing, you fool.” He attacked Gethin’s mouth one last time, then turned around and placed his palms on the dark wall. “Don’t be gentle.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Gethin bit back a gulp of appreciation at the sight of two perfect pale globes as Sorley’s trousers slid down his thighs. More lightly freckled than his face, they were bare handfuls of cool, soft flesh that tensed as he cupped them. “Oh God, you’ve got hair everywhere…I love that.” Sorley had the finest, palest red down covering every inch of his arse and legs that Gethin could see. He cleared his throat. “Not that you give a fuck what I think.” He ripped the sachet open and coated two fingers, pressing firmly on Sorley’s tight hole.
“Ngh. You’re right. Your opinions are irrelevant. Just need,” — Sorley gave a shaky inhale as Gethin breached him none too gently — “your cock.”
6
SORLEY
After thirty secondsof Gethin’s thick fingers opening him up, Sorley was so past needy, he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from begging.
“Just fuck me, all right?” he snarled, pushing back against the intrusion. “I won’t break.”
Gethin rotated his digits and Sorley’s eyes popped. “Ohcome on…”
