Page 58 of Hoodoo House
“But I’m good at my job. I love my job. I love…you. And in terms of keeping me out of danger, that’smydecision to make. I’ll brush up on my karate. I’ll…learn how to punch things! Besides, most of my work is in the office, which is hardly life-threatening.” Charlie leaned in close to Declan. “I want to make this work. I know we can do it.”
“Charlie, I’ve been making a lot of bad decisions lately, and this decision is a big one.”
“AndI’vebeen making a lot of good decisions lately, and I’m not going to let this stop me. Did Michael tell you to fire me so we could have a relationship?”
“Not exactly. She said I was afraid to take emotional risks.”
Charlie looked at Declan intently. “What do youreallywant?”
Declan swirled the drink in front of him, then knocked it back. “What the hell.” He stood up, walked around the table, leaned over and kissed Charlie on the mouth. It was a long, passionate kiss. Charlie kissed him back.
“Come on,” Declan said, grabbing Charlie by the hand. “I’ve been waiting too long for this.”
They ran like they were being chased by a pack of wolves, through the crowded bar and out onto the street. Declan heard Charlie laughing. He hailed a nearby cab and within minutes they were climbing the stairs to the office.
As they burst through the office door, Declan grabbed Charlie and kissed him again. The moment was broken by a loud shrill noise that filled the air. They both dove for the security panel, simultaneously trying to punch in the code before the security company was called.
“Here, just let me…” Charlie said, pushing Declan aside.
Ten seconds later there was silence.
They turned again to face each other. This time Charlie grabbed Declan by the shirt-front and pulled him in, kissing him gently, then more deeply. Their tongues caressed each other.
“Come on,” Declan said, taking Charlie by the hand and leading him to the bed upstairs.
Declan took his time undressing Charlie. He undid his shirt, one button at a time, meticulously stripping his slender shoulders and smooth chest. As he peeled the shirt off of him, he leaned into his torso, and kissed his neck, then his shoulders, then stooped to kiss his chest. He dipped Charlie’s body back, as a dancer would dip his partner, then bent forward until his lips brushed against Charlie’s nipples, which had hardened with the first touch of his breath.
This was different than Declan’s other sexual encounters which were forceful, overpowering and all about taking control over the other man’s body. With Charlie, each touch was a gentle caress, whether it was with his lips or his fingers. Charlie was someone to be worshipped, not conquered.
Declan dropped to his knees. His tongue traced the path from Charlie’s navel, down the light trail of hair that ran towards his waist. He expertly removed Charlie’s belt and unbuttoned the waistband of his pants. He gripped the fly-tab with his teeth and lowered it, letting his nose graze the cotton of Charlie’s briefs. The scent of the sweat on Charlie’s pubic hair filled his nostrils and caused his pulse to race.
Declan rid him of his pants, then, still kneeling before him, slid his underwear over the mounds of his ass, freeing his hard cock which shot upwards and slapped the underside of Declan’s chin, surprising him and Charlie. They both burst out laughing.
Declan stood, and started to tickle Charlie, throwing him into hysterical laughter, before he picked him up and tossed him onto the bed.
Declan peeled his own tight-fitting clothes off of his muscled body, slowly removing his pants and underwear. He crawled up from the foot of the bed and hovered above Charlie, stopping only to swallow his cock to the root for a moment, then continued upwards until they were face-to-face. The young man’s smile was angelic. Declan gently kissed him, then lowered himself onto Charlie’s erection. Declan’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in ecstasy. He knew then that nothing was ever going to be the same again.
* * * *
In the morning, Charlie lay with his head on Declan’s chest. He could hear Declan’s heart pounding. The two were damp with sweat, as were the sheets.
He ran his fingers through Declan’s chest hair. It was as black as night. Declan leaned in, kissed him on the head and held him close.
Charlie fell silent. He was worried. He pressed his head further into the cradle between Declan’s arm and chest.
“What’s wrong?” Declan asked.
Charlie sat up looking towards the end of the bed, then, finding his courage, looked Declan in the face.
“Was I okay?” Charlie asked.
“Okay?”
“You know. In bed? I didn’t bore you, did I?”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because…you know. You’ve had a lot of guys to compare me with.”
