The fading palette of wings bleeding and disappearing into nothing behind the anchor made Ethan fly. The snap of the rope tied to the base of the anchor gave the young guy freedom. Freedom from the asshole in the expensive car.
Several more strokes and everything but the finishing colors completed the custom design. In the confines of the room, time stopped. The night lasted forever and daylight was a demon coming to get him.
He startled. Lifting his face from his folded hands he realized he’d once again fallen asleep working on a project. The design was done. He wiped his eyes, unable to scrub the image of the dulled points on the anchor sliding in movement as Ethan’s pale skin stretched and turned. Perfection.
Today, he’d finish the dragon at the studio between clients. He switched the lamp off and shut the door before heading back upstairs. The blinding light from the morning cast dusty rays on the landing. By the time he slid the heavy door to the side, Casper was waiting with a furiously wagging tail.
“Come on.” He yawned and grabbed one of the plastic grocery bags from the box beside the door. “Let’s go.” He clipped the leash to Casper’s leather collar and headed down the stairs.
The end of summer made Mother Nature go on a bipolar binge. He rubbed his T-shirt covered arms and walked Casper down the alley behind the theater, letting him sniff fifty thousand perfect spots to do his business.
The design turned out better than he could’ve hoped. Ethan wanted color and Niko drew the maximum effect of the blues fading into the greens and—yes—even pink incorporated well into the hummingbird’s feathers. He hoped Ethan would agree to the two sittings it was going to take to put the damn thing on his skin. He figured a pretty boy like Ethan wouldn’t be able to take the pain for a six-hour session in one day.
Niko went back inside and headed for the bathroom. As he waited for the shower to heat, he slid a tooth brush over his teeth and rinsed. When he stepped behind the glass door, he wiped the water from his face. The flip-flop in his stomach had nothing to do with needing to eat breakfast. Every flutter rolled as he stared at his hard cock. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his fingers around the stiff column until the strokes slid along the fat vein underneath the shaft.
Damn, the tug felt good. Felt fucking amazing filling his fist.
Long slender legs. Blonde hair touching her naked shoulders. Pink lips lined with a tinge of red. She bit down...so tight. Legs...long legs...wrap around me... God, wrap around me. Fucking tight pussy. So wet. So fucking wet.
He rounded his palm over the crown, collecting the bead of clear thickness before the water had a chance to wash it away. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he stuck the tip of his tongue out to lick and suck. So sweet. So sweet...
Sweet dark lashes. Look down baby. Look down where I’m filling you up. Fuck your cunt feels warm. So warm.
Long slender legs...around me. Silky pale hair barely long enough...so soft between my fingers. Sweet creamy skin. God, baby...so smooth.
Dark pink lips split into a moan. Tinged with red where...where...I have to have them, baby. Press...taste...mine. Mine...mine...
Fill her up...fill her until she’s stretched with my fat cock. Fill her up...faster...fill her up...fill him up...tight...wet...faster...fill him up...fill him up...fill him up until his body coils tight...cum... Cum... Thick cum against my stomach. Fuck, come for me...keep coming for me. Let me taste you. For fuck’s sake I have to taste you...have you...have him...have him...
“Fuck!” Niko pistoned his hips, gripping his cock until he fucked the ring of fingers sliding against the pulsing, thudding vein at the back of his dick.
Before he could halt his goddamn brain, the fantasy took him over the edge and cum sprayed against the white subway tiles in gushes. “Fuck...fuck...fuck.” Struggling to catch his breath, he leaned his forehead against the wall. He slammed his fist against the tile. “Goddammit!”
CHAPTER TWO
Ethan zoned out as his friend Michael rambled about an assignment he’d missed in History of Ancient Civilizations. Ethan tried to focus, but his brain drifted to the shadows lurking as they drove by the street lamps. He was on his way to Charles’s, thanks to Michael letting him hitch a ride. It was out of the way, but he knew his friend felt bad letting Ethan take the train.
He was exhausted and needed his bed. Of course, like everything else tangible in his life, the bed didn’t belong to him. Charles reminded him often.
“So, you think I can get those notes?”
“Huh?” Ethan leaned down to the floor board to grab the handle of his backpack. “Notes, sure. I’ll email them to you.”
“Hey, man, are you all right? You’ve been in a funk for a month.” Michael turned the radio down to a low hum. “Has the old guy decided to kick you to the curb?”