Page 46 of Festive Fugitive
Eli snorts. “What’s that question even mean at this point?”
But I don’t get to answer. The two men who earlier watched us approach our couch and they both smile.
“Hey, I’m Carl.” The man extends his hand to me, so I shake it, but my heart almost jumps out of my chest when he squeezes Eli’s hand next.
I know it’s absurd. Irrational. Borderline insane. But anyone touching Eli, even in this way, makes me want to snarl and bite.
“And I’m Timoly,” says the other guy, making me pause. What kind of name is that? “We spotted you guys across the room, and wondered if you want to check out the private party. I can assure you it’smuchmore interesting.”
This isn’t my first rodeo. “Are you inviting us to an orgy?”
Carl blinks behind his mask, but he doesn’t lose his composure and smiles. “Participation is optional. We have two rooms, and one is meant for drinks and conversation.”
“Gentlemen only,” Timoly adds, eyeing me with unrestrained hunger. Did they not invite enough tops, or something?
“We’re not inter—” I start saying, but then glance at Eli whose eyes are wide as saucers. “Or are we…?” The last thing I want to do is disappoint him when his life has been so hard. This is supposed to behisnight.
I’m not letting anyone touch him, but we’re adults, we like fucking. Watching an orgy isn’t that different from watching porn.
Eli licks his lips. “Participation isoptional? What about clothes? Would we have to be naked?” Pragmatic about these matters as usual. I smile, thinking about that first breakfast together, when he casually discussed what kind of sex he likes over eggs.
“Don’t you worry, no one’s going to tear your clothes off. Unless you want them to,” Timoly says, and I swipe my thumb across my man’s palm, though I’m unsure whether I want to reassurehimor myself.
“What do you think?” I ask, even though what I want is to take him upstairs and fuck him until his hole makes that hot squelching noise that always gets me.
He bites his lip with a naughty smile, and I already know what he wants. “Should we…? I kinda wanna see.”
Carl seems a bit more reserved than Timoly whose horny pheromones I can almost smell through his jacket. “We also have our own bar down there and a chill area where you don’t have to worry about the straights causing a scene,” he adds.
Eli sits up straighter and nods at me excitedly.
That’s settled then.
I rise, making sure my hand never leaves Eli’s skin. “Lead the way.”
I half expect the party to be in one of the large apartments, but the two men lead us downstairs, where hallways have lower ceilings, and the carpets—a rich red shade. Whoever’s organizing this secret event, they must be doing it with the silent acknowledgement of the management. Otherwise, Carl and Timoly wouldn’t have led us into an ‘Entertainment Area’ within the hotel.
“It feels like going to a speakeasy during the Prohibition,” Eli whispers and bumps his small antlers against my stiff wolf ears.
I have to admit his enthusiasm is rubbing off on me. But it’s when he squeezes the top of my thigh that I start to wonder whether the orgy offers private rooms where we could let off some steam. Do I regret not getting off with him when he offered earlier? Maybe a little, but it will make fucking him later all the sweeter.
“Welcome to our kingdom,” Carl announces as he opens a door at the end of the underground corridor with no windows.
I half expect that this is an ambush by some of Sullivan’s stragglers and stiffen, ready to maim and kill, but no, we are led through a thick velvet curtain to a room resonating with a mix of slow, sensual electronic music and moans. I’m hit with a dense cloud of diffused perfume, liquor, and distilled lust. The lights are dimmed, the whole space has a warm coloring of reds, a few pink spotlights, and black walls that cool off the boudoir vibe. While a few Christmas decorations feature here in the form of tinsel and pine, there are no baubles. After all, no one wants to risk breaking one and then sitting their naked ass on it.
Just as Carl and Timoly said, clothing is optional. Some men, like us, are fully dressed, while others don’t even have a single sequin to cover their nakedness. I have my arm around Eli’s waist as he looks around wide-eyed. Closer to the door, men seated on black leather couches talk, drink, and watch a stripper in a jockstrap resembling a Santa hat dance around a pole. But my hearing is just as sharp as my sense of smell. Farther down, behind wide open doors, there’s skin slapping against skin, moans loud enough to be heard over the music, and I spot a naked man passing from that room to this one. He is wearing a half-mask that transforms him into a rabbit-human hybrid with a huge erection jutting from above a leather cock ring.
Carl waves his hand toward the couches and the other room. “If you’re feeling lost or need anything, just approach the bartender. Other than that, have fun!” Did he wink at Eli? He better not have.
“Merry Christmas,” I mumble into Eli’s ear as strangers assess the new arrivals. It’s not too crowded. I can see, perhaps ten guys, though I assume there’s more of them where the horny rabbit came from.
“Oh my, God,” Eli whispers and squeezes my hand. “Is it okay to look? I’ve never been to something like this.”
“We can later go farther in. How about a drink first?” I ask, leading him to the bar manned by a bartender dressed in the same outfit I’ve seen on all other staff members. I order a mocktail for myself, and a piña colada for Eli, then lean against the counter to take in the atmosphere.
A man wearing a green velvet suit eyes us with something more than curiosity, but I choose to ignore him and focus on my lover, who stares at the stripper showing off his considerable skills. “You can look, but don’t touch,”I tell him, whispering straight into his silver hair. Later tonight, I’ll pull the band off his hair and make it messy again, the way I like to see him after a long fuck.
Eli holds up his hand. “Oh, I wouldn’t! I’m just curious about it all. You’re still the most handsome guy here anyway.” He grins and gives me a kiss. “But you… You won’t miss this, right? Picking a different guy each Friday?”
