Page 27 of Thirsty
Honey for my Honey
Wise Old Crone
Should I Cross Dimensions for a Fling?
My friends think I’m crazy (or possessed).
May 26
Dear Crone,
Years ago I hooked up with this demon at a festival. Time of my life, etc., but the guy was literally between dimensions and we figured we’d never see each other again.
Well we randomly became twitter mutuals lol. We started DMing, and now it’s been over a year of us flirting and—I think—falling back in love, but all over text! We’re never in the same dimension so we’ve never had a chance to meet up, but the other day he said he wants to. Actually, he said he wants to perform the ritual that allows humans to vibrate on the demonic dimensional frequency, because he asked me to come traveling with him.
Crone, this guy wants me to leave my whole life behind for him, and I’m...kind of into it? Am I crazy to want to leave the human world behind and travel with him through the void? I’m finally at a good place in my career, and my friends and family all think I’m crazy for even considering it—but it sounds fun.
Sincerely,
Portal Hopping
Dear Hopper,
Go for it.
—Crone
Chapter 7
Low lights and loud music greeted Charlie when he arrived at Lorenzo’s apartment. The place was filled with people, and the mindless party atmosphere immediately loosened a little of the tension in his shoulders.
Maggie spotted him and swayed over. “Hey, you came!” she shouted over the music.
“Thanks for inviting me,” Charlie shouted back. Maggie smiled a little drunkenly, her dainty tusks on display, and Charlie felt a rush of affection.
It did not completely dim his nerves about being here. When Maggie had texted him about the party, he’d felt as if he couldn’t say no—she’d mentioned that other supes would be here, and it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Plus, the party sounded fun, and he was psyched at the chance to hang out with Maggie and Rachel more. He wasn’t going to pass on any of that just because of a dream.
And who didn’t have weird sex dreams from time to time? The only reason for the awkward, prickling tension he was feelingright now was the fact that this dream had been about someone he knew. Someone who was here at this party somewhere, and who he’d eventually have to face.
And because the dream had been, well—upsettingly hot. The dark alleyway, the pulse-pounding fear that’d bled instantly into blistering need, the feeling of being crushed between a brick wall and Lorenzo’s thick, unyielding body...
And then there’d been the whole bite of it all. Some of the details were fuzzy, but he knew he’d dreamt of Lorenzo either attacking him or stalking him, and he’d woken up just before getting fangs in his throat. Something that, in the dream, he had badly, badly wanted. Either way, it’d been piercingly, achingly intense. And no fun to wake up from.
But so what? He’d survived as a fat, gay kid in the South; he could handle an awkward sex dream about an acquaintance. It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean he actually wanted Lorenzo to grab him by the neck with one hand and squeeze.
He shook his head bracingly and tried to ask in a casual tone of voice, “Is Lorenzo here?”
Maggie couldn’t hear him over the music, so he had to ask again. “Yeah,” she shouted, “I think he’s—”
He turned in the direction she was pointing and found himself face-to-face with Lorenzo, who, upon seeing Charlie, jerked violently, dropping several of the beers he was holding and the contents of a red solo cup.
As the puddle of foamy red blood spread at Lorenzo’s feet, he gaped at Charlie, then glared, and then tried to yell at him over the music. His rant was barely audible, though, so after a few seconds, and as Charlie watched with mounting amusement, Lorenzo scowled, gave up, and stomped away, presumably to clean up.
Charlie heaved a relieved sigh. So he’d had a sex dream about Lorenzo, but that was just his subconscious; real-life Lorenzo was still a big, goofy dweeb. He had nothing to worry about. “What’s up with him?” he asked Maggie.
“He gets nervous at parties,” she said.
“Why?”
