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Jett’s Gift ISBN # 978-0-85715-462-0 ©Copyright Jude Mason 2011 Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright February 2011 Edited by Delaney Sullivan Total-E-Bound Publishing This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Total-E-Bound Publishing. Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Total-E-Bound Publishing. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution. The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork. Published in 2011 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.
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JETT’S GIFT Jude Mason
Dedication To those living with AIDS and the people who love them.
Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction: Sherlock Holmes: Sir Arthur Conan Dole
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Chapter One
Jett grabbed the metal vent pipe and leaned over the side of the building, peering down at the ant-like mingling of humanity below. The cold, southeast wind whipped the long duster around his thighs and he grasped the waist-high pipe a little tighter. Wouldn’t do to fall into their midst unannounced. He smiled dismally. The real shocker would have come when he got up and walked casually away. Rain slicked his long, black hair down. The wind whipped it across his face, into his eyes—black eyes, the colour of death, or so he’d been told time and time again. He climbed onto one of the many ledges, his heavy-soled leather boots gripping the worn shingles. Standing tall, he turned his gaze upwards to the night sky, daring the wind to tear him from his precarious perch. Six hundred years he’d lived in darkness, feeding off the dregs of humanity and finding love with those who, for the most part, had been cast out or shunned for being ‘different.’ Alex was different, and he loved the man like he’d never loved anyone before. Loved him more than he’d thought possible after so long, so very, very long. Their couplings were nothing less than amazing. Alex, as always, was brilliant in the many ways he’d found to pleasure Jett. The lovely man knew how to do things with his mouth and lips that drove Jett mad with desire. The sharpness of Alex’s mortal teeth tugging at flesh long chilled and lusttainted with the passing of so much time both astonished Jett and impressed him tremendously. He’d thought he was long past the intensity of arousal Alex garnered in him. Thinking of his lover’s amazing oral capabilities made his rod stiffen to majestic proportions and sensitivity. The gentle nipping of the man’s mouth was enough to set his teeth on edge and send flashes of ecstasy up his spine. The soft flick of a wet tongue sliding across his swollen cock head, its stiffened tip entering the hole at the end, sent a shiver of lust up his spine. Alex’s warm palm cradling Jett’s balls, tugging on them just enough to create that special tension he adored so much. Not pain, but so close it made his eyes water. How he longed for the man’s mouth to open and take him in one long, slow swallow. His cock thickened even more. The memories were so sweet, so raunchy.
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He gave himself a shake and groaned. Tilting his head back, he sent a harsh keening cry into the night. A cry filled with all the pain of angry frustration he’d bottled up for too long. He’d told Alex about his age, and all that went with it after they’d become more than a weekly fuck. At first, the sexy, young blond had laughed and made fun of his confession. But, when Jett showed him, the laughter had stopped, and the questions began. There’d never been fear, and for that Jett was grateful, delighted even, but confused. After many dozen’s of nights of discussion, ranging from what it felt like to have no heartbeat to how he could get a hard-on when he didn’t have blood flow, they became more than just lovers. They’d begun to fall in love. Their fucking was monumental. Alex loved to go down on him and he didn’t seem to care where they were. Jett loved the attention and he’d never been one to shy away from sex, any kind of sex. Although the exposure proved problematic a few times, he never argued. Alex stripped down to shoes and T-shirt whenever the desire took him. He often dropped to his knees while they were at restaurants or shops, unzipping Jett easily, handily, and slipping the growing length of his cock down his warm throat. The sheer joy of that warmth often sent Jett skyrocketing towards orgasm long before he was ready. While sucking him, Alex masturbated, coming gloriously all over Jett’s boots or the floor between his legs. If Jett managed to push the man off his cock long enough for a good solid fuck, the experience always left him exhausted beyond belief. A hand firmly gripping Alex by the hair, guiding the sexy blond to his feet and over a nearby railing, couch or table got them both hot. Jett took to carrying a small tube of lubricant on him at all times, just in case. Jett had once dragged Alex into an unoccupied five star hotel room just to get to the balcony where he thrust his lover over the railing. He’d slid Alex’s pants down and groaned when he realised he’d neglected to wear underpants, as if the planned scene was all his idea. It wasn’t and Jett took great pleasure in kneeling behind the man. With his fingers spreading the tight buttocks wide, he leaned in and devoured the succulent rosebud while Alex groaned and shook with pleasure. “Please fuck me!” Alex had moaned over and over. Jett had thrust his tongue in and out of the man’s slowly loosening hole, relenting only when his lover’s voice took on a raspy tone he knew meant an orgasm couldn’t be far off. Jett stood and slapped Alex’s right buttock sharply while unfastening the slacks that seemed determined to strangle him. Naked from the waist down, he’d given his shaft a couple of
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quick strokes before placing its tip at the fluttering hole and waiting. The silken clenching of Alex’s anal muscles trying to grasp his dick sent a shudder of pleasure along Jett’s spine. Yet, he continued to wait. A few moments later, he got what he wanted. “Jett, for fuck sakes, fuck me. Fuck me, now!” Alex’s desperation was near palatable and Jett obliged eagerly. He eased the head of his cock in, the tightness surprising him. It always did. He stopped, half-buried, to give his lover time to accommodate him comfortably, only to have the man push back. The rest of his cock sank in until Alex’s arse pressed against his belly. Their fucking began slowly, like a lazy waltz they both loved. Soon the pace quickened, flesh slapping as if they were angry at each other. Jett reached around Alex’s belly and took hold of the up thrust shaft, masturbating him. Matching the pace as best he could, he brought them both to the brink of climax and held them there. Alex moaned continuously, thrusting his hips back and forth, effectively fucking himself, as well as Jett. The ecstasy couldn’t go on forever and in a rush of groaning release, Jett slammed forwards and exploded into Alex’s arse. That caused the man to cry out his pleasure and he joined Jett, his cum spattering through the railing and down onto the people, or cars, below. The rhythmic clench, shuddering squirm and spasm were a dance Jett knew he’d never tire of—especially with Alex. That thought and the desire to give the man more pleasure than he’d ever had before, became Jett’s focus in the half-life he led. Three months later, they were exclusive to each other. Funny thing was, Alex never asked about being turned. He seemed happy enough to accept the time Jett gave him. Alex did extremely well as a model and was much in demand by some of the more prominent fashion houses. His tall slenderness, the washboard abs and that mop of unruly hair were always sought after. Jett had money enough to keep them both if that’s what he’d wanted, but Alex wanted to work. Secretly, Jett thought he revelled in the attention. Now he’d become more successful, the PR had ramped up and they partied and did the nightclub scene at least four or five nights a week. For eight years, Alex had been his lover. For eight years, they’d worked hard to learn how to deal with Jett’s difference. Jett was a creature of the night—one of the undead, a vampire.
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It all changed when Alex got sick. It wasn’t anything drastic or horrible, at first. He just had a cough that wouldn’t quit. Three weeks ago, after much urging and coaxing, he finally went to a doctor. “Yes, I know you’re fine,” Jett had told him softly one evening, pushing a lock of blond hair out of Alex’s eyes. “So what’s the rush? I’ve got one more shoot then I’ll be able to take a little time off.” Alex had turned his back and thrust his hands into the sink full of dirty dishes and hot, soapy water. He pressed his butt against Jett’s crotch, and began washing the dinner dishes. A few minutes shy of midnight, Jett knew Alex was tired, while his own day was just beginning. “You’ve had this fucking cough for three months. That’s too long, and you know it.” “Yeah, well, someone has to pay the rent.” “Listen you stubborn son of a bitch,” Jett growled and took hold of Alex’s shoulders, spinning the man around to face him. “We both know I can buy this building ten times over, so there’s no ‘rent’ issue.” “Yes, I know. You’re filthy rich. You can buy anything and anyone you want. So why are you bothering with a sicko queer model?” Alex countered. “Because, I love you.” There it was. He’d said it out loud and knew it was the truth. “Dayum!” Alex whispered and bent forward, wet hands slipping along Jett’s forearms. “Okay, I’ll do the damn tests the doctor ordered.” Jett leant down and pressed his lips against Alex’s cheek. “Thank you,” he murmured. Nothing showed on the test results, at first. It was a cold. Then it was bronchitis. Pneumonia. Coughing non-stop scarred his lungs. His eyes sunk from lack of sleep. The specialist he’d begun seeing ordered more tests. He got some results. For such a small word, AIDS took such an enormous toll on people’s lives. On the rooftop, the frustration and anger he couldn’t hide or bury any longer broke free. “Why?” Jett screamed into the storm. Water ran down his face. Not tears, he shed no tears. Muscles rippled in his belly. His thighs strained. He cried like the wounded animal he was. He’d found love, but could he keep it? Would Alex let him? Fear knotted his stomach.
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He’d left Alex alone, asleep in the bed they’d shared for much too short a time, or so it seemed to Jett. Angry, abysmally frustrated, Jett raised himself up onto his toes, and jumped. Air whooshed by him. Wind and rain tore at his clothes, his flesh, his hair. Water streamed upwards as he fell like a stone towards the street four stories below. If anyone had looked up, they’d have seen him plummeting down, arms extended, a forlorn smile on his face. He could kill them by the hundreds, and they’d never know what hit them. He thirsted. In his rage, he wanted blood. Someone had to pay for the cruel injustice of Alex’s illness. He twisted deftly. Pushing his feet downward, he forced his body to straighten up. The black maw of a grimy window sped past at a blinding speed as he raced for the tarmac. An instant before his feet touched, he flexed his knees, ready for impact. A loud thud echoed off the brick walls of the surrounding buildings. No one seemed to notice him, no one turned towards him or realised how close to death they might be. “Fuckin’ cretins,” he snarled, glaring at a small group of greasy looking teenagers at the end of the block. Young men who obviously thought they had it all, knew it all and deserved more, slouched against the building. Hands thrust deep into pockets lined with empty dreams, accentuating genitals they’d scarcely learnt to enjoy. Hell, they hadn’t even got it through their fat heads that it wasn’t just for pissing out of. Others, in skin tight leather jeans and torn muscles shirts showing too much belly fat and not enough tone, strutted like peacocks for any passing fem who might look their way. Jett stalked past them, secretly hoping one of them would approach him. None did, and for that alone, they lived—at least for another night. The streets were all the shades of grey, colour seemed to have fled with the warm weather. The cold fit his mood. Striding out of the side street, he thrust his hands deep into the pockets of his threadbare trench coat and turned towards home. There weren’t many ‘respectable’ people there, a few hookers vying for the slowing vehicles slinking by. Each street corner had its small group of homeboys or drug dealers furtively dealing out their goods to mad-eyed wretches, whose minds gibbered with ghostly apparitions and all that kept them going was the addiction that drove them. He spotted a child, no more than ten, skeletally thin and sunken-eyed peering into the world he had no hope of understanding, and even less of surviving.
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“Humanity at its best,” he growled, and continued on. He brushed past a plump black whore, who grabbed at his crotch and whispered filth in his ear. A young man, T-shirted and in skin tight jeans approached him next, but he must have spotted Jett’s eyes because he veered away before he got too close. A car pulled up—a slinky black beast reeking of money. The boy sauntered that way, and a moment later, vanished into the dark cavernous interior. When it pulled away, Jett wondered if the boy would see twenty. He reached the next corner and scowled at the skinny white trash leaning against the lamp standard. Ripped jeans and a filthy cargo coat, the kid’s pockets bulged with drug paraphernalia and his eyes gleamed from using his own product. “Hey dude, what’s your poison? Dicky Do got what you need.” His words were slurred, his eyes barely focused. “Don’t!” Jett warned and took a step away from the druggie. “But—” He didn’t get any farther. Jett leapt at him, lifting him by the throat and slamming him against the buildings’ brick wall a dozen paces away. Jett heard his teeth rattle and smiled when a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of the boy’s mouth. “You shit for brains, waste of skin, don’t you ever speak to me again. Ever. Or you’ll live out the rest of your useless life peddling your wares from a wheelchair.” He slammed the young man against the wall again, punctuating each word. When Jett finally dropped him, he remained on the pavement. Jett wiped his hands down the front of his jeans and moved on. Anger still near the surface, he skirted several more whores at a safe distance, before turning into another alley. He was close to home, but still kept his guard up. To his left, amongst the mounds of trash, a rat skittered into its hole. A cat, mangy and sly, crept after it, intent on a dinner that would fill its stomach for the first time in days. He sensed this and more. But under it all, he raged at the injustice of his lover, his Alex, and the illness that would eventually take him away, unless he could be talked into joining Jett in the world of the undead. The street Jett emerged onto was nothing like the one he’d just left. It was clean and the buildings were in good repair, if a little older. Two more blocks, and he stood in front of their apartment house entrance. The door was old, the brown paint chipped and scarred from years of weather and abuse. It faced him, challenged him to go in.
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He took a deep breath, smiled at how ludicrous that reflex was, then opened the door and stepped through. The familiar smell of old wood and old people nipped at the anger still burning inside. Alex was on the third floor. The stairs were straight ahead, the elevator to the right. He scowled at the elevator doors and headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time until he made the third floor landing. There was only one apartment on the third floor, theirs, the other door leading to a vacant tomblike expanse used for storage. He listened, and heard nothing. He reached out with his mind for a hint of movement or wakefulness from inside. Again, there was nothing. Silently, he entered their apartment. Darker shades of black and grey met him. A longish hallway, the cloak hooks piercing the wooden slat at shoulder height on his right, two doorways across from each other a few feet away, laundry and a tiny office. Farther on, to the right, the living room, and on the left, the kitchen dinette. Straight ahead were two more doors, bathroom and bedroom. Trench coat tossed over a hook, he shed his clothing with each step closer to their room. Boots clattered on the floor, and he toed them off then kicked them under a chair. Black silk shirt flung over the back of a dining chair, his jeans over the next. Socks and underpants dropped, left just outside the bedroom door. Hand on the knob, he again listened for movement, and heard nothing. Light filtered in from the wide-open window above the king-sized bed. Sheets and blankets pulled up around a slender neck, a foot and shin thrust out, hooked over the deep forest green quilt that showed black in the night air. White-blond hair fanned over the blackness of a pillowslip and framed a too-slender face. Jett knelt beside the bed and reached for Alex’s foot. The warmth made him shiver. The pulsing blood sent a chill of desire racing through him. He bent and ran his tongue along the inside of his lover’s ankle, tasting salt and the very faint hint of blood. Inhaling, he got the familiar scent of man. He rubbed his cheek against the swell of a firm lower leg, kissed his way higher. Alex stirred and rolled onto his back, his hands moving beneath the covers to his midsection. Jett felt the man’s pulse race and knew he was awake. He nipped at the taut skin then nibbled on the soft hairs, tugging on them. “Hey!” a sleepy voice admonished. “What’re you doin’ down there? Get in bed.” The rustle of the covers followed by still strong hands on his shoulders and hair, dragged him up and onto the bed. Jett climbed between the sheets, and slipped an arm under
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Alex’s pillow to draw his lover’s face closer. There was just enough light for him to see the sparkle in the younger man’s eyes. “Thought you might be horny.” Jett reached down for the erection he knew would be waiting for him. Alex gasped, but didn’t pull away when Jett wound his strong fingers around the shaft of his cock. The organ stood plump, heading towards hard in his hand. Jett loved the feel of blood pumping along the shaft, filling it, stiffening it. With his free hand, he pushed the covers down, exposing the pale translucent flesh of his lover’s body. The scent of excitement wafted up around him. “I’m always horny for you,” Alex whispered and eased his legs apart. Jett pulled away, but only so he could get back onto his knees, this time, between Alex’s widespread legs. He pushed his lover’s knees wider apart forcing Alex’s to spread even more. With the man’s cock still in hand, Jett leant forward to kiss his lover. Lips, soft and dry from recent sleep, tightened then opened when he slid his tongue along them. Jett lingered only long enough to taste the sleep-sweet breath before moving down to his neck, the pulsepoint below his ear and along his collar bone to the hallow at his throat. Alex’s heartbeat quickened. Jett savoured the wild thumping of the man’s pulse against his cheek and kissed his way to the nipple over that crazily drumming organ. Hard and tight, a tiny morsel of man flesh he tormented with his teeth and lips. Smooth skin pressed against his nose and smelt of aftershave applied hours ago. Alex slid his hands over Jett’s head and shoulders. The nails dug into him when Jett nibbled a bit too hard, or tormented a tad too long. Tired of the one nip, he laved his way across the man’s warm chest to the other, where he proceeded to gently chew on its twin. Nipple firmly grasped, he stroked Alex’s cock with a roughness both enjoyed. On the upstroke, he ran a thumb across the weeping glans. Pre-cum drooled from its slit, anointing his thumb and the soft-fleshed crown. Tightening his fist, Jett drove it down until the wiry hair circling its base pressed against his hand. “Fuck yeah,” Alex moaned and thrust his hips rhythmically. “Do you want it?” Jett whispered in a husky voice. His own erection begged attention and he easily straddled one of Alex’s thighs. The pre cum wet crown bounced between his belly and the shin below. His balls ached with that over-full feeling he loved. He clenched his arse and pushed forward, driving the head of his cock along Alex’s thigh. He bit down on the
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tiny man nipple then quickly moved to the other. He bit and waggled his head from side to side, drawing a loud groan from the man beneath him. “Yeah, fuck yeah, I want it.” Alex’s hips thrust even more urgently against him, and his hands slid down to Jett’s arse. He gripped Jett’s buttocks tightly, massaging the large muscles and pulling him in. Jett sat up. He eyed his sexy blond lover, and swore he’d do everything in his power to make the man agree to let him help. Shaking his head, Jett refocused on the deed at hand—or in his hand. He cupped Alex’s balls with his free hand, gently gripping them and drawing them down away from his body. His cock pulsed harder. A glistening droplet of pre cum oozed over his hand. Pulling has hand away, he held it up to his lips, and licked it clean. The taste made his mouth water. The salty sweetness was almost like blood. “What do you want?” He knew, but he loved making Alex ask him. “Fuck me, damn you.” Alex growled. “You know what I want. Fuck me.” Jett laughed, and swung his leg back between Alex’s. He gave the man’s cock several extra firm strokes then released it. Before Alex could protest, he said, “Lift your legs up over your head.” “Bastard,” came the throaty retort. But, a moment later, Alex grabbed his legs behind the knee and raised them. “Now isn’t that a pretty picture?” Jett ran a finger along the tendon joining Alex’s thigh to groin then circled his cock and balls. “Don’t let go, or I’ll stop.” He rounded the man’s balls, and ran his finger along the underside of his cock, just barely touching the skin. He circled again, before abandoning his groin to explore the other inner thigh. Enjoying the tease, Jett scooted off the bed and knelt at its foot. Using a little of his extraordinary strength, he pulled Alex towards him. Genitals no more than a few inches away, he dined on them. He tongued Alex’s cock and sucked on the large firm balls. Making his tongue rigid, he traced a wet line down to the crinkled star so beautifully exposed for him. Above, Alex’s moans turned to a soft sob of need. His hips moved, his body trembled, and his cock leaked copiously. But, no matter what Jett did to him, he held onto his thighs. Jett relented and raised his mouth from the saliva slick and swollen pucker he’d been gently fucking with his tongue. “Ready?”
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“Yes!” Alex yelled, apparently so crazed with lust he couldn’t control the frustration he felt. Jett positioned himself expertly. Cock in hand, the satin-smooth tip placed against the softly clenching anal ring, he leant forward. There was resistance, but only for a brief moment, before his cock head popped in, surrounded by the most exquisite warmth and tightness. He stopped then, to bask in the sweetness of entry. He couldn’t bear to wait a second longer and, taking one of Alex’s feet in each hand, he eased ahead. The inner ring of muscle gripped him like a second skin, like wet velvet sliding over his shaft. He sighed, and he moaned as inch after inch slowly sank into the depth of Alex’s rectum. Again, Jett stopped. And again, he revelled in the sensation of being embedded so intimately inside his lover. He trembled for a moment then he slowly withdrew his cock. The extraction was almost as sweet as the entrance. The slow drag and pull, the gentle tug and sighs that came from Alex’s mouth, excited him beyond words. He stopped only when his cock head rested against the distended pucker of his anal ring, and only for a moment, before he thrust home in one long easy push. Alex groaned and shifted his arse on the bed to better align himself for the onslaught ahead. When Jett was again seated well inside, he hissed, “Yes,” and clenched his inner muscles. Only then did he release his knees, his hands moving to Jett’s hips. “You weren’t supposed to let go,” he teased and pulled almost completely out of the warm hole. “I said I’d stop if you did.” “Jett, just fuck me. Damn, just fuck me now. I need this.” That’s what Jett had been waiting for. That desperation and need in his lover’s voice. “Stroke your cock,” he urged then began the fucking. Alex demanded—nothing slow or gentle, but a hard and fast slamming of body against body. He knew from experience that it wouldn’t take long for Alex to climax and allowed his own boiling cum to rise. Focused on nothing but the sensation he caused and the breathy sighs of the beauty beneath him, it took only a matter of a few minutes before both men were gasping for breath as their orgasms took hold. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense as fire shot from his cock. Alex cried out and his anal muscles clamped down on Jett’s cock like a vice. A fountain of creamy white cum splattered his belly and Alex’s chest. Another followed and the rest oozed over the swollen plum-coloured head.
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Jett gasped and fell forward onto Alex’s chest. Sweat-covered flesh slid across flesh. He kissed the younger man’s throat. Blood was very near the surface and the sweet temptation to bare his fangs was nearly overwhelming. To end the pain, the suffering he knew was to come. “It’s a damn good thing I don’t have an early call in the morning,” Alex whispered breathlessly. Sliding his arms around Jett, he wriggled his arse, clenching his inner muscles for a last delicious squeeze. “You haven’t had an early call in months, young pup.” Jett rolled to the side, sprawling out on his back, one arm draped across Alex’s stomach, the other at his side. “Noon is early to you these days. “Yeah, I know. I seem to be getting calls for evening wear a lot more than I used to.” He climbed from their bed and headed for the bathroom. “Be right back.” Jett lay quietly, thinking of the future and what it might hold for them, if only—if only Alex was well, if only he’d allow Jett to turn him. So lost in thought, he didn’t hear the blond return until a warm damp cloth engulfed his genitals. Alex washed him then kissed the skin just above his pubic hair. Face cloth tossed into the nearby hamper, he climbed back on the bed. He yawned and turned on his side, tucking an arm under his pillow. Pale-blue eyes gazed at him. Full lips and a nose that turned up at the end just enough to be imperfect, faced him. “Alex, you know how I feel about you.” He traced a sharp fingernail along the smooth skin of Alex’s chest. “You know I want to spend a great deal more time with you.” “Jett…” He waited, expecting him to continue. But, when he didn’t, Jett said, “I don’t want you to suffer. I don’t want to watch you waste away.” He gritted his teeth and shied away from the image that flashed into his mind. “I don’t want to lose you. I—” Alex’s finger across his mouth stopped him. “Jett, I just found out about the AIDS, give me some time. We’ve still got time.” “Yes, we still have time. Just don’t take too long.” “My career is just taking off. I don’t want to jeopardise that. I need to be able to answer cattle calls, and most of those are for daylight hours.” “If you get sick, you’ll miss those anyway,” Jett countered. “I’m fine. I don’t have any symptoms. Nothing. Maybe it was a mistake.”
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Jett caught the desperation in Alex’s voice and kept silent. They’d found out about the disease just two short days ago, and Alex obviously wasn’t ready to leap into a decision so radical. They had time, or so he hoped. He stroked along the length of Alex’s side, from well-muscled shoulder, to the curve of his hip. “You’re right. It could be a mistake.” Leaning forward, he kissed the tip of that beautifully upturned nose, and added, “Sleep now, my young pup. We’ll talk another time.” Alex snuggled in closer. His breath felt warm against Jett’s chest, and in no time at all, he was snoring softly. Jett peered at the alarm clock on the night table beside him. It was close to five and would soon be daylight. He bent to kiss Alex on the forehead then he too drifted into a deep slumber.
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Chapter Two
Several months later, Jett stood behind the tall, gangly cameraman and watched Alex pose. The shoot had been scheduled nearly a year ago and, as usual, it was supposed to begin at noon. The actual picture taking hadn’t got rolling until nearly three. It was nearly nine now and they’d been at it for hours with no break. Alex looked strained and the photographer was beginning to show his temper, as was the director. Swimwear, which consisted of very little more than a cup and some straps to hold it in place, seemed to be the coming fashion for the young and beautiful next season, and that meant a ton of makeup, which was hard on the skin if worn for any length of time. Nine hours was crazy. It wasn’t just face paint this time either. The catalogue people wanted gaudy peacock colours from hairline to toes. At the moment, Alex looked more like some tribal dancer than the man he loved. They’d even dyed his hair with streaks of blue and purple to match the ‘suits’ he’d been modelling. Earlier, they’d been outside in the cool September weather, and of course, Jett had missed those shots. Once the sun went down, he’d easily made his way past the security guards and entered the studio. After a good twenty minutes of growing anger at the treatment Alex was receiving, the young man spotted him. Alex beamed a smile his way then spoke to the photographer. Jett saw the man’s annoyance, but he let Alex leave the set. Alex approached him. Still beautiful, still vibrant, he got work as he ever did. But Jett saw how tired and worn he really was. His ribs were a little more prominent, his eyes a little more sunken and his face had that drawn look of one who was on the edge of exhaustion. Reaching out, Jett took Alex into his arms, hugging the nearly naked man close. “Hey sexy, how are you doing?” “Good, babe, just a little tired is all. Been at this for fucking hours. The damn photographer keeps changing his mind about what he wants.” “Like that kind of shit will ever change.” He rested his chin on the top of Alex’s head, scowling at the waiting group of vultures. “You look wiped, babe. Want me to scare this bunch off?”
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Alex chuckled. “Nah, it’s a big shoot. I’m almost finished. Another hour and I walk no matter what they want. Ten o’clock, the set guys start tearing this all down.” “Okay, but I’m not happy about it.” He relaxed his hold but, before Alex turned away, added, “Tonight, we talk.” The blond man opened his mouth, to object or complain perhaps, but thought better of it, and simply nodded. Jett returned the nod then added, “I’ll see you later, at home, yes?” “Yes.” Alex winked and headed back to work. He stood watching, but only long enough to see Alex resume the posing stage. On his way home, Jett stopped at one of the delis he knew stayed open and had decent fare, even that late. Perusing the selection available, he chose a cheese and spinach quiche and a Greek salad he knew Alex would like. Another stop at a small pub, where they brewed their own style of beer, and he was on his way home. Half an hour later, he had the table set, and dinner ready for Alex. It gave him time to prepare himself for what he knew was going to be an uncomfortable, possibly frustrating discussion. When they’d first found out Alex had AIDS, they’d both hoped it would, at the very least, remain dormant in his system, sleeping for a few years. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be what was happening. Every day Jett felt the life force fading just a little more. Each week, he seemed either weaker, or thinner, or both. At first, he’d refused to see a doctor, as if by ignoring the disease it would somehow go away. When he’d fainted after a particularly gruelling modelling session, Jett had taken the bull by the horns and got him to the emergency room at the local hospital as fast as possible. A huge step for him, and the smell of blood had nearly driven him crazy. “He’ll need to begin a regime of both meds and supplements,” the tall gawky intern said, and added seriously, “If you want to stay at all healthy, you’ll follow directions.” Alex looked cowed. It was as if that moment the entire AIDS thing really sank in and he accepted that he might actually die if he kept on as he was. “What meds, what supplements?” he asked quietly.
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“I’ll make out a list for you.” The doctor took out his prescription pad and made a list. “These are just until you see your own doctor. Make an appointment tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll want to do tests and get you started on a schedule.” Alex looked stricken. Jett chimed in with a, “Yes, of course.” Then helped his lover off the exam table. The doctor handed two lists to him, one with a dozen supplements, the other with prescribed meds. “Remember, see your doctor. This won’t keep you going for long.” “Yes, doctor,” Alex managed, looking at the lists, then added, “Thank you,” in a much milder, subdued voice. The doctor left the cubicle, and Jett helped Alex dress. The trip home had been silent, both of them deep in their own thoughts. The shuffling of Alex’s feet outside the door, just before the doorknob turned, dragged Jett back to the present. “Hey, you,” he remarked poking his head out of the small kitchen. “Long day, too long.” “Yeah, it was.” Alex bent to unfasten his shoes then kicked them into the corner. His face was flushed, hopefully from the makeup and not from a fever. His jeans and the soft cotton shirt seemed too big for his too-slender frame. “It’s great getting the exposure, but it would sure be nice if they knew what they wanted before I’d spent four hours dipped in that crap. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms, as if trying to rub something away. “You ready to eat?” Jett returned to the kitchen, hopefully hiding the concern he felt, while getting two cold beers from the refrigerator. “A beer first,” Alex called. “I’m not really hungry right now.” “I knew you’d say that.” He wandered into the main room, a beer held out. “I’ll give you a little time to relax, but then you eat. I got your favourites.” “And you?” “I’ve dined already.” The memory of his latest meal flashed into his mind—a plump prostitute who wouldn’t miss a litre or so of blood, and who was extremely content with the exchange. She’d climaxed twice while he fed. Alex chuckled and took the proffered bottle. He lifted the bottle in a silent toast then took a swallow of the cold brew. “Ah, this is just what the doctor ordered. Thank you, Jett.”
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He took a drink of his beer, savouring the tart bite of the local brew sliding down his throat. When he looked back at his blond lover, he saw again the pale flesh and knew that he had to do something soon. The meds were helping, but not enough. “The doctor ordered you to take it easy.” Anger flashed in the young man’s eyes. “It’s a little difficult to take it easy when I’ve got three people pulling on me to do more.” “Maybe it’s time you told your agent how sick you are.” Jett suggested. “Oh yeah, I’m sure I’d get all kinds of work if I spilled those beans.” “You don’t have to work. I’ve got money. You know I could support us both for as long as you like.” Temper flaring, Alex glared at him. “Yeah I know. I could live off my sugar daddy boyfriend. That’d look good, too.” “What difference does that make?” Jett walked to the big picture window and gazed out at the night skyline. “I could do so much more, if you’d just let me.” The last, he said in a whisper. “It makes a huge difference, to me!” he roared. “At least I know I’m capable of taking care of myself. I’m not some freeloading, pansy arsed, queer.” He opened his mouth, as if to say more, but clamped his lips tight. He glared at Jett then took a deep breath. His face softened. He guzzled his beer, holding the bottle up until it was nearly empty. When he looked at Jett again, the expression on his face had softened. “Babe, you’ll never be a freeloader.” “But that’s how I feel about it.” Alex gulped the last of his beer, and put the empty on the counter. “Any more cold ones?” “Yeah,” replied Jett. Going to the fridge, he grabbed another bottle and opened it before handing it over. “How about some food to go with that?” “What did you get?” Jett knew he wasn’t interested in the menu, but it gave each of them a moment’s respite from the deeper conversation. “Quiche, spinach and cheese, and a Greek salad, from that deli we found a couple of months ago. Thought you’d like it.” “I do. Okay, bring it on.” He sat in his usual chair, and waited while Jett laid the dinner out for him—a large slice of the warm creamy quiche, and beside it, a mound of fresh Greek salad. Sitting next to him,
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Jett waited impatiently for him to dig in. He wasn’t eating enough. The disease was working its ugly magic and sapping the young man’s strength. Finally, his second beer half empty, Alex picked up his fork. It seemed as if he was forcing himself to swallow the first two or three mouthfuls, but when he tried the quiche, he smiled and ate with gusto. Jett sighed. He’d done the right thing. Now if he could just get the fool man to see reason and let him help, all would be well in his world. “It’s good to see you eating. You’re losing weight, you know?” “Yeah, I know. The doc said I would.” “You’re working too hard.” “I know that, too. But, I’ll need the money later.” He pushed another forkful of salad into his mouth and chewed contemplatively. “Least I don’t have any ulcers or sores.” “Yet,” finished Jett. Alex fixed him with an angry glare. “I don’t need to be reminded.” “I know you don’t,” he replied gently. “I just don’t want it to go that far with you.” Looking up, his eyes sparkling, Alex said, “I don’t either.” “Alex, my love, it doesn’t have to.” He reached across the table and took one of the other man’s hands between his. “You know what I can do. It wouldn’t change you. You’d just have to alter certain aspects of your life.” “Certain aspects!” Alex gaped at him. “Okay, so maybe it’d change your life a lot.” “No shit, Sherlock! I wouldn’t be able to take any calls for daylight shoots. I wouldn’t be able to use a mirror, and you have to admit that’s a pretty huge thing for a model. There are a hundred things that would have to change.” “Alex, take a breath. Eat your dinner and then we’ll talk,” Jett tried to calm him down. The man had to eat. His strength depended on it, and this arguing wasn’t getting either of them anywhere. Alex glared at him, but didn’t say a word. He simply looked down at his plate and tucked in. The meal slowly disappeared as did his beer. When he dropped his fork onto the plate and sat back, rubbing his stomach, Jett rose to clear the dishes. Standing with his back to the blond man, Jett asked, “Why won’t you let me help you?”
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“I just gave you a couple of good reasons.” Alex pushed his chair back and slid down until his butt perched on the edge of the seat, extending his extraordinarily long legs under the table. Jett returned to the window and looked out at the darkness. “You’d rather die than change your life?” “I don’t want to die.” The words were barely loud enough to hear, but held so much desperation and fear, it tore at Jett’s soul. He was frustrated and confused. Alex didn’t have to die. He’d have to make some changes, but he could live and be healthy for decades—for hundreds of years if he was lucky. Why wouldn’t he allow it? He was sure there was more. Turning, he went and stood behind the man. Leaning forward, Jett kissed him on the neck. “You’re not telling me everything, are you?” Alex stiffened and lunged to his feet. Whirling, he looked Jett straight in the eyes. He shook his head, but didn’t answer. He simply turned and headed for the bathroom. Jett followed, sure he’d finally touched on something he needed to hear. He watched Alex line up his pill bottles and began to down an assortment of tablets, following each with a swallow of water. Done, he walked from there to the bedroom they shared, with Jett on his heels. Without turning on the light, he pulled the bedding back. “It’s late,” Alex said, unfastening the buttons of his shirt. Slipping it off, his too thin torso seemed much too pale. His ribs rose like fingers along his sides. Belt unfastened, he let his slacks drop. He didn’t pick anything up, just climbed into bed. Jett crossed his arms over his chest. Should he continue or let the man sleep? The dark circles under his lover’s eyes almost made the decision for him, but then he figured those circles weren’t going to get any better. It took him only a few moments to lock up and return to the bedroom. Not long enough for Alex to fall asleep. He shucked his own clothing, and after making sure the blinds were closed properly, he climbed into bed. For the longest few minutes, they both remained silent. Jett was deep in thought, wondering how best to continue and how he’d handle it if Alex simply refused him. Just the thought of what the coming months could bring if he was left unchanged made Jett cringe.
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Finally, unable to stand the silence, or the distance any longer, Jett rolled onto his side. Rising onto his elbow, he gazed down into Alex’s eyes. “It’s been over six months. This disease is taking its toll and I can help. You won’t let me. Alex, I love you. You know I do. Why won’t you let me help?” “You just can’t let it rest, can you?” He spoke through gritted teeth, obviously holding his emotions in check. “No, I can’t.” Jett leant forward and pressed his lips against those much warmer than his. “I’ve lost too many lovers. I can’t lose you, too.” “But…” Again, Jett waited for him to continue, but again the words had stopped. “But what, Alex? Please, don’t shut me out. Not now.” Instead of answering right away, the young man’s arms slid around Jett’s neck, and drew him closer. Soft lips warmed his neck then the soft breath made him shiver as he spoke. “I love you Jett. I’ve never loved anyone before, but I know I love you.” Jett relented and slipped his arms more firmly around his young lover’s body. “I know, babe. I love you too, and that’s why I want—no, I don’t just want—I need to help.” There was a long pause before Alex continued. Finally, he said, “Don’t stop me now. Just let me tell you.” Eureka, thought Jett but kept his mouth shut. “AIDS. Such a huge thing. And pretty new, too, in the scope of things. Been around for less than fifty years. A new disease—a disease that we humans can’t do anything about— except prolong our lives and pray.” “Fuck!” He growled and shifted so his cheek rested more comfortably against Jett’s chest. “Before this happened, I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with you. A very long unnatural life.” Jett stiffened. He’d assumed that, at some point, Alex planned to allow him to turn him, but they’d never actually spoken of it until the AIDS happened. Now, he knew and ached to hear more. But as anxious as he was, he bided his time and kept silent. “I figured I’d have my ten years, if I was lucky, at modelling. Then, if I hadn’t decided on some other career where I needed to be so much in the public eye, I’d simply ask you. That is, if we were still together in ten years. You never know what’s going to happen.” He paused then, and looked up at Jett. “You really don’t.”
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Looking down into the lovely blue eyes, Jett worked at smiling. He didn’t feel it, but he knew Alex would want to see it. “Ten years is over in the blink of an eye, my love.” “Yes, for you, I guess it is.” He snuggled his face back against Jett’s chest before going on. “You ever heard of a vampire taking the blood of someone HIV positive?” The question caught Jett totally by surprise. He didn’t associate with others of his kind, very few did. For a moment, he thought about it, and realised it had been at least twenty-five years since he’d talked to Aton, the beautiful black man who’d turned him. He rolled onto his back, but kept his arm under Alex’s head. “Why are you asking this? Honestly, can’t remember even discussing this with any of my kind. It’s not a topic that would come up in casual conversation.” “I’m asking, because I’m scared. I’m dying, I know that intimately. I won’t take the chance of you contracting AIDS from me. It was bad enough when I thought I’d passed it on to two guys who didn’t mean anything to me.” That’s it! Jett raised his upper body and looked down at his blond lover. He was a fool. How could he have missed this? “Alex, my sweet, crazy, beautiful man, you haven’t thought this through very well, have you?” He smiled, and this time it was an honest moment of sheer happiness. “What do you mean? Of course, I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought of nothing else for the last few months.” Jett felt the man’s anger rising and, wanting to nip it in the bud, leant forward and planted a kiss on his soft, warm lips. At first there was nothing more than flesh pressed against flesh, but when he slid his tongue over Alex’s, he felt a softening. Pulling back, he whispered, “But, my love, my sweet man, I’m already dead. How could your disease hurt me?” Alex gaped. He’d obviously been so worried, he’d let his heart do the thinking and not his head. “What?”
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Chapter Three
“What indeed,” Jett remarked, pulling the man’s mouth to his again. Hot breath caressed his cheek as he slipped his tongue between his lover’s lips to explore the hot interior of his mouth. Their teeth bumped, and he shuddered as his incisors pushed forward. He tasted the tang of medication on Alex’s breath, and chose to ignore it as he sucked greedily on his tongue. Moaning, he thrust his hips forward, his swelling cock rubbing against a warm thigh. Alex, breathless, panting, finally pushed him away. “Jett, are you serious?” Tilting his head, he replied, “Of course, I am.” He ran his tongue over the firm curve of Alex’s ear. “I can turn you right now.” “No, not yet. My modelling…” “Alex.” He flopped down beside the distraught man and ran a hand over his back. “The medication and treatments will keep you healthy-ish for a while. But, you’ll suffer. You know you’ll start getting sick. You’ll have lesions and, when it gets really bad, the treatments will be horrible—you’ll lose it all. And not in a good way.” “I know. Dear God, I think about that all the time.” He shuddered and curled against Jett’s side again, cheek against his chest, hand spread across his belly. “Hey, it doesn’t have to happen.” Jett turned and kissed Alex’s nose. “I won’t let it happen.” He kissed the man’s left cheek. “I love you too much.” He kissed his right cheek. “I can’t lose you.” He kissed him on the lips. “I won’t lose you.” He stopped and gazed into the blue, blue eyes he adored. “I won’t allow it to happen. All right?” He waited, silently praying for the answer he needed to hear. “Yes, all right.” Jett launched himself straight up, right arm raised, fist clenched and yelled, “Yes!” Below him, Alex blinked then broke into laughter, which suited Jett just fine. It had been much too long since the gorgeous blond man had laughed. He’d had little to laugh about. All that had suddenly changed. “Hey, you jump on me and I’ll have broken ribs to contend with.” But he was still laughing.
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Jett sank to his knees, and drawing Alex up by his shoulders, kissed him soundly on the mouth. “I love you.” Alex blinked again, and replied, “I love you, too. Kiss me again.” Leaning forward, Jett brushed his lips softly against Alex’s. Flicking his tongue out, he drew a line across the tightly closed mouth, urging it open. Their tongues entwined, and Alex’s breath fanned across his cheek warming him. He suddenly pulled away, and asked, “What about your career?” Alex had a thoughtful look on his face for a moment, before he smiled. “I love my career. I’m sorry it’s not going to go as far as I’d hoped, but if I can’t do the mirror thing, or go out during the day, it’d cause some questions.” “You could take on some special assignments,” Jett suggested, the ghost of an idea forming in the back of his mind. “Yeah, maybe I could. But, every day I wonder if I’ll show signs of some illness. I’ve been really lucky so far, no sores or complications, but I can feel it in me now. I know I’m sick.” “Yes, you’re sick. I can feel it in you. I sense it every time we’re close like this.” “Jett, please, turn me tonight.” Elated, Jett replied, “I thought you’d never ask.” He hopped from the bed and went for the tall black candles he’d stashed in the bottom of the closet along with the matches from his bedside table. Setting them on the table, he lit all ten of them then faced the bed. Reaching down, he pulled the covers down, letting them fall to the floor. “Strip off your underpants.” His voice trembled. Until that moment, he hadn’t realised how much he needed this to happen. Alex tore off his underwear and lay back against the soft cushions. The dark green sheets looked black in the flickering candlelight and made his fair skin seem even paler. Already slender, the illness had taken the last bit of body fat and left him just skin and bones. The only things it hadn’t touched were his cock and balls. Nestled snugly at the apex of his thighs, his plump white cock lay across his nearly hairless balls. Jett climbed onto the bed and, on hands and knees, he crawled ahead. Leaning down, he kissed one too-slim ankle and nudged it away from its twin. Alex got the message and eased his legs wide. His balls moved in their smooth sack, and his cock twitched then slowly
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lengthened, its dome rising as it progressed. Suddenly, it flipped to the side. After that, each beat of Alex’s heart sent it jerking towards his belly. “Are you sure?” Jett asked, giving Alex one last chance to change his mind, but terrified he’d do so. “Yes, never been surer of anything in my life.” He held out his arms. “Besides the fact that I love you.” Jett ignored them for the moment, and continued on his slow easy crawl up the inside of the man’s widespread legs. He bent to kiss a thigh then crossed to the other. He licked one, savouring the salty man-taste on his tongue. A hair tickled his nose, and in response to it, he nipped at one just below the shiny round balls mere inches from his face. He smiled when Alex shuddered. His jaw ached. It was that dull ache he’d grown immensely familiar with over the decades—the centuries. He writhed, his body going into the kill mode. His skin tingled. The pain in his jaw moved, centring in his upper and lower incisors. Even his vision cleared, things around him becoming more focused, the flesh of the man beneath him taking on a surreal silver glow. His cock stirred and lengthened, blood coursing along the shaft. He bent and ran his tongue along Alex’s warm, inner thigh, and savoured the rich aroma of the man. He nudged his balls, and ran his nose under them, lifting them, all the while caressing the flesh with his lips. His fangs lengthened. The sharp tips raked the inside of his mouth. He yawned and it helped ease the ache, as it always did. A moan from Alex only made Jett’s hunger rise faster. He nuzzled at his balls, revelling in the feel of their soft outer flesh and the firm, walnut-sized orbs inside. How tempting, simply to raise his head, surround each with his lips, his teeth. How easy to simply let his teeth sink into them. His cock pulsed, its shaft fully distended, the crown slapping his belly with each movement he made. Pre-cum oozed, anointing his thighs and belly. Unable to hold his hunger in check any longer, Jett zeroed in on the vein running along Alex’s inner thigh. He was so sensitive, so aware of his mate. He heard the blood rushing through his body, needed to taste it. Glancing up into the ocean blue eyes, he flattened his tongue and licked it, luxuriating in the pulsing beat. A hint of copper reached him, blood, so near.
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“Do it,” urged Alex, his face flushed, his voice nearly unrecognisable in his lust. “Do it now!” Jett needed no further urging and yawned, his mouth wide, exposing his dagger-sharp incisors before he slowly sank them into the warm pulsing vein. The slight resistance dragged a moan of sheer bliss from deep inside him. It lasted but an instant then the warm smoothness filled his mouth. “Yes, yes!” Alex whispered, a hint of pain in his affirmation. Suddenly, there were hands on his head, holding him in place while he suckled on the life-blood of his mate. He slid his own hands beneath Alex’s buttocks, and lifted him. The drumbeat of the man’s heart echoed inside him, the rich warmth sliding down his throat like wet silk and tasting of life and desire. Jett arched his back, pushing his hips forward, his cock aching for a touch, a tease, anything to ease the tension building inside. Jett knew it took some time to drain the blood from a man, but he was patient, and after the initial wild excitement, he harnessed his desperate need. He listened to the beating of Alex’s heart. When the rush of blood slowed, and the strength of its beat grew less insistent, he eased off, allowing the last little bit to merely drain into his mouth. When it was done, he raised himself over the still form of the man he adored, who meant more to him than the half-life he loved. Beyond pale, and as limp as any of the dead he’d seen in his long life, he knew his Alex would die if he didn’t act swiftly. There was still life there, but so very little. Jett flipped himself around, and slashed the thick vein in his inner thigh. Rich, coppersweet and dark, his blood flowed across his thigh. He positioned himself perfectly. Lifting Alex’s head, he pressed the man’s lips to the open wound, and in his most hypnotic voice, said, “Drink, my love. Join me now.” For long moments, nothing happened, but again Jett was patient. When he felt a stirring then the soft moist lips pressing against his thigh, he knew he’d never be alone again. Lights flashed behind his eyes. The hungry slurping of the newly born creature taking his first meal was like the richest of melodies to his ears. Hands pulled his hips closer, nails dug painfully into his buttocks and the draining sensation of turning his lover crashed down on him. He growled. His strength waned as the blood flowed into the other’s mouth. Soon, he’d have to stop Alex, but it had to be done at the right time, or all would indeed be lost.
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He had trouble concentrating, and his vision dulled. Yet, his erection remained. It pulsed, and his balls churned. “Alex,” he croaked and was alarmed at how weak his voice was. “Alex, you have to stop.” The man ignored him, continuing to feed. Reaching down, Jett wrapped his fingers in the soft blond mat of hair, and with the last reserve of strength, he pulled. Agony tore at his thigh as teeth gripped tighter. Alex snarled, the animal within him surfacing with a vengeance. His strength astounded Jett, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to break free. Eyes the colour of blood glared at him from between his thighs—inhuman, beastly, hungry eyes that sent daggers of hate and lust towards him. But only for a moment. Alex surfaced, and the gnawing agony at his leg halted and a gentle lapping took its place. “Jett, my God, Jett,” mumbled the bemused man from between his thighs. “Your flesh, it glows. I can smell…everything. This is amazing.” “Yeah, it is,” he murmured and turned so his face was at the other man’s groin. “But, if you think all that’s amazing, wait until you come.” With that said, he bent forward and took Alex’s dick into his mouth. He was hard already. By the way he thrust his hips forward then enveloped the aching meat between Jett’s thighs, he seemed more than ready to explore these newfound pleasures. Yet, Jett also got the impression Alex might be a little timid in his newfound world of blood and the night. Jett ran his tongue along the side of his lover’s cock, and sighed when the same thing happened to him. His cock jerked, the tip wedging itself at the back of Alex’s mouth in a cool clench. No breath swept passed the whetted flesh. There was no need, nor any need to pretend. Jett ran his tongue along the side of Alex’s shaft one more time, and shuddered when he got the same treatment—a mirror of pleasure given. He tightened his oral hold on Alex’s dick and flicked the head with the pointed tip of his tongue. When Alex reciprocated, the muscles in Jett’s thighs tensed against a quick climax. Jett shifted, raising his upper leg as best he could, allowing better access to his genitals. A cool hand cupped his balls, cradling them tenderly while his cock received another, more insistent sucking.
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The lead had been passed to Alex. Jett took another path, sliding a finger between Alex’s balls and heading towards the knot-like pucker. Using just the ball of his finger, he pressed it against the centre of Alex’s hole and watched it slowly sink in. Not far, just to the first knuckle whereupon the muscles clamped tight, holding his digit captive. He pulled his mouth off Alex’s cock and whispered, “Relax, babe, let me in. I want to show you how amazing this can be.” Alex moaned, but didn’t let go of Jett’s cock. Instead, he forced a little more into his throat. It was as if he wanted to prove something. Maybe that he was worth Jett’s time and effort. It didn’t matter. Jett’s finger slipped inside a little more. He wiggled it, twisted and turned it until the muscles gave up their slight resistance and let the digit in. “Yes, that’s it. Feel it. Feel the sensation of being fucked—taken by someone who loves you.” He slid his finger out, barely keeping contact with the softened pucker. A moment later, he sank it back in. Twice more he eased in then pulled out of Alex’s hole. His lover finally released his hold on Jett’s dick and laid the head against his cheek. “More. Fuck. This is incredible. I feel like I’m stoned or drunk. Everything feels twice as intense. In-fucking-credible!” Jett bit back the chuckle bubbling up from deep inside. Carefully, he straightened a second finger alongside the first and eased them both past the ring of loosened anal muscle. Alex moaned and grunted. The muscles clamped then relaxed, gripping the intruding digits. “That’s it. Just feel it. Take it and enjoy.” Jett plunged deeper. He twirled and twisted the two fingers, spreading them slowly, easing his lover’s hole open. “You’re making me crazy, man.” “Nah, you were crazy before I started this. Trust me.” “Always.” Alex’s hips shifted, slowly moving back and forth. Jett gasped, his cock suddenly enveloped in the wetness of the man’s mouth again. Alex’s tongue and teeth slid along the shaft, catching on the ridge just below the head. “Yes, that’s it. Get me good and wet,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck you for real in a minute. You’re going to love that.” Alex’s nod sent a new set of sensations coursing through him.
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When Jett was sure he’d stretched his lover’s anal ring enough, he pulled off him and got to his knees. He grabbed the man’s shoulders and spun him around. “On your knees, sweet cheeks. I want your arse.” “Oh yeah. I want your cock buried deep in my hole.” Alex rose onto his hands and knees, positioning himself between Jett’s legs. He wiggled his arse and peered at Jett over his shoulder. “Come on, do me.” Lowering his shoulders to the bed, Alex reached back and spread his buttocks apart in a lewd invitation. “Show me, my love. I want to know what it means to be a creature like you.” Jett couldn’t say whether the fucking he planned would show Alex anything but how amazing he’d feel, but that was enough. A little unsteady from blood loss and the insane excitement he felt, Jett took hold of his cock shaft. Taking aim, he dragged his cock over the softened opening of his lover’s hole. “Tell me when you’re ready. But don’t move or I’ll pull away.” He guided the crown like a weapon of intense pleasure up and down Alex’s arse crack, stopping at the man’s opening to press in just enough to tempt them both. He never went in deep, just teased them both mercilessly. “Now, fuck, now. Do me. Fuck me. Do it hard.” Alex trembled beneath him in his obvious struggle to remain still. “Hold yourself open for me. Wider.” Jett bent forward and spat on the darker opening. He pressed the head of his cock against the warm wetness and moved it around, anointing his target with the only lubricant he’d use, this time. Taking his time, he eased ahead. The crown popped in, and he held still, letting Alex become accustomed to the girth. “Oh fuck. Oh my…fuck. Yeah. Do me. Fuck!” Alex whispered a litany of lust quietly into the bedding. Jett smiled when he noticed the twisted handfuls of cotton sheets clenched in each of Alex’s fists. Another jab and Jett’s cock inched its way deeper. He waited, but only for a few seconds before he lunged forward again, thrusting the last few inches of his dick in. Belly to butt, Jett was buried as far as he could be. “The colours. The smell. You smell amazing, Jett. Musky, manly. Hot. Sexy,” Alex whispered huskily. “Things glisten like I never saw before. The heat. Is that it?” “Shsh! Just hush now and feel me,” Jett urged and thrust gently in then pulled partially out.
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He fucked Alex slowly, carefully, at first. But soon enough, his lover couldn’t seem to control his need for more and was actively slamming his hips, his arse, back against Jett’s body. The slapping of flesh against flesh became the drumbeats of their guttural mating song. Jett reached under his lover and took hold of a surprisingly firm erection. The head dripped pre cum onto the sheets, but it didn’t matter, nothing did but their lustful love for each other. Moments later, an aeon or so passed, and Alex’s cock sent its creamy load all over the bed in great throbbing pulses. Each jet of cum was accompanied by a harsh groan of animal pleasure, the likes of which Jett had never heard from his man before. Alex slumped and moaned, sagging onto the bed beneath him. His arse clenched so tightly, Jett was unable to break free, nor would have if he could. Jett’s orgasm followed quickly, his thighs tightening, his arse clenching. He emptied his balls into Alex’s eager hole. Growling with pleasure, he squirmed and worked his hips against Alex’s bottom, sending the last of his creamy cum into the man’s arse. They stroked and kissed each other wherever they could reach. Alex lay silent for several moments before he spoke. “I didn’t know it would be like this.” Jett rolled to the side and collapsed next to him on the bed. “Course you didn’t. And there was no way I could describe it.” “I’m all right now, aren’t I?” “You don’t have AIDS. But, you don’t have a heartbeat either.” “It’s huge.” “Yeah, it is. When you sleep the first time, you’ll find it even more amazing. Your body goes through some changes, and it takes a little while.” “I can imagine. Fuck, no I can’t.” He laughed then he was silent. “You’ll be all right. I’ll be here for you.” Jett stroked the slender thigh beside his. “We’ve got all the time we need.” “No more modelling, though.” There was disappointment in his voice. “We’ll see.” The plan that had begun to form in Jett’s thoughts blossomed. There might very well be a way Alex could keep modelling. He’d simply have to change his marketing plan, his audience. They’d talk. He’d look into it first, but they would talk.
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**** Three months later, Alex strained to hold the pose expected of him. The leather gear wrapped around his loins and chest concealed very little, the collar and leash pulled tight. “Good, now hold…” The camera clicked, repeatedly, as the tall, balding photographer moved around the set. “Okay, move.” Jett watched from across the room, a smile on his face. Alex glanced his way, and couldn’t keep the smile off his face, either. They shared a wink. The new agent he’d found for Alex had been thrilled with his lover’s waif-like appearance and the late night restrictions hadn’t seemed to phase anyone. “Hold your head up a little more. Show me the collar.” The photographer suggested in his bland tone. Alex lifted his chin, yet somehow managed to hold onto the look of submission the mag needed. The leather collar with its pattern of silver studs stood out starkly against Alex’s pale flesh. The makeup on his arse stood out even more in the bright lights and looked amazingly real, as if he’d been whipped. Now, that might be something to try, later. Jett smiled and waggled his eyebrows at his lover, wondering if BDSM might be in their future—fetish, most definitely was. They both loved the leather Alex had been modelling and with the money he made, and the wealth Jett had stashed away, they could afford it. Jett walked over to one of the tall windows and gazed into the night. Life, or death, was indeed good—very good.
About the Author Jude’s imagination frequently leads her astray and she eagerly follows while trying to keep out of trouble, or at least, not get caught. For those of you who know her, you’ll know that's not always easy. A picture, a smell, an unexpected glimpse of flesh, or a load of soil in the back of a pick-up, are all fodder for her writing. Her male characters run the gamut from the dominant male ruling his women with an iron fist, to a simpering purple-clad boy-toy whose only desire is to please. As diverse and as richly depicted, her women find themselves in a myriad of exotic and erotic situations. Email:
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