Page 27 of Storm Bound
It was the storyline where Wade and Caleb became mated to each other by a sex ritual. It had caused a big uproar, of course, when it screened in early 2000. There were boycotts, banning, burning of memorabilia; the whole TV world had gone berserk. How dare they show two men having sex and performing magic together?
Needless to say, it was probably among the favorite storylines of the show for millions of fans.
With the message sent, I got to work prepping my snacks. By this point, I knew when my bathroom breaks would be and when I could get up to refresh and top up, so I only had to get enough ready for the first episode.
Ketchup chips? Check.
Salted popcorn? Check.
Large Cursed Hearts branded cup full of cola? Check.
I took everything to the living room and settled on the sofa as the wind picked up outside.
It had been two weeks since Charlie and I had kissed, and the moment still haunted my every waking moment. And every time I slept. The way he’d touched me. The way he spoke softly in my ear. The way his eyes burned when they looked at me.
“Argh,” I groaned as my dick grew hard the way it often did whenever I thought of him.
As if working around him wasn’t hard enough already.Andhaving to pretend that we didn’t have a mind-blowing connection.
To his credit, though, he was very professional. As was I. He always addressed me as Dr. Kravitz even though I’d insisted on him calling me Adam, and he was good at his job. I guessed being busy had also helped us keep it professional. With the anticipation of Tropical Storm Ana, traffic at the practice had increased.
And because of said storm, I had yet to see the town in its full glory. If anything, I hadn’t really left my new house for more than a trip to the nearest grocery store, which was halfway between New Harlow and Cedarwood Beach, for supplies in case we needed to stay sheltered as the storm passed.
Both Ava and Charlie had told me everything I needed to do to prepare for when it hit, so I now had my own evacuation bag and all the plywood I needed to board up the windows if needed. I’d also tested my uncle’s generator to make sure I had electricity in the aftermath. Especially at the practice, which was a designated shelter due to its location in case of a flood along the coast.
My phone beeped, and I looked at the notifications of all the Hearty members kicking off the marathon.
Crap. How had I lost track of time so quickly?
I knew how. I’d gotten distracted by his image, his memory, the kindness of his eyes. And those lips...
I pressed play and skipped ahead a few minutes to match the time so I was on the same page as the 540 people in my group.
The first episode was setting up the return of the big baddie from season one, so I spent most of the time chatting to those members who had never seen it before and explaining things or giving them trivia they might not know. It was so heart-warming to know there were still generations to come who could enjoy this little gay show that opened so many doors for people like me and gave way for more groundbreaking stuff. I’d read all the articles that bashed the show for not always being politically correct, or for the bad visual effects, the low budget, the bad script, or bad acting. But no matter how many opinionated people wanted to write those things, they couldn’t take away from the brilliance of the show and what it meant to an entire generation, and that was all that mattered in the end.
When Wade showed up on my screen, I all but swooned at his macho energy. He had been a big crush for lots of teens, myself included, and Ian Johnson Warren had milked his popularity at the time to its full potential. Plus, he had aged well. The same couldn’t be said for some of the other guys on the show.
The more time Wade spent on screen learning how to be loving and caring after years of lacking control over his feelings and the more he looked after Caleb, the more I started seeing Charlie in him. They didn’t really look alike, but his caring nature and his insecurity was so reflective of Charlie. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen that before. That I hadn’t made the connection. But it made so much sense now. Maybe that was why I was attracted to him. Because of his Wade-energy.
Once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. It was so strong, in fact, that every time he was on screen, all I’d see was Charlie. And whenever he kissed Caleb, I just imagined myself in his place.
“Fuck. This is not good,” I said to the screen.
Cursed Hearts was my one and only true escape from reality. I didn’t need reality haunting me in it.Especiallynot Charlie. The one person I couldn’t have no matter how much I craved him.
Although now that my feelings and mind had cleared, I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t be with him. Yes, sure, it wasn’t professional, but it wouldn’t be the first time colleagues hooked up. And it didn’t even have to start with a hook-up. A second date would do it for me.
But then again, I’d promised myself some time out of relationships to find the Adam I’d lost over the last few years. So maybe it was for the best Charlie had this rule of his.
The first episode finished, and I was left with a boner, naturally, but I refused to do anything about it. I’d resisted the temptation to jerk off to Charlie for two weeks. It felt as though if I crossed that line, there’d be no coming back. I’d get lost in my obsession for him, and I couldn’t afford that.
I just had to work with him for the next five-and-a-half months and then he’d go back to Detroit, and I could get back to a normal, Charlie-less life.
I let the next episode play on, but as much as I tried to focus on it and ignore the throbbing in my pants, I couldn’t.
Do you like being controlled?I remembered his whisper, and a knot formed in my throat like it had back then.
His lips ordering me to kiss him. His hand gripping my hard cock. The tongue lashing out inside me, sending me into a steamy spiral I couldn’t get out of. They all came to the surface.
