Page 42 of Shadowman
Despite how fucking nuts this revelation was, I couldn’t deny that I felt powerful. I was standing in Governor Russo’s home, amongst his personal belongings… With his son sleeping right above my head. My heart was beating faster than it had in years, and the need to chase that feeling was unrelenting.
So, rather than slinking out of there with my tail between my legs, I made my way upstairs. On a mission, with one objective.
The place was eerily quiet. It was so big, darkness shrouding me from all angles. I truly was a shadowman, drifting a long corridor to follow a light at the end.
The dull glow coming from what I imagined was Michelangelo’s bedroom lured me closer, until I was just outside, limbs jittering with nervous electricity. When I peered through the crack in the doorway, I spotted him right away. Lying in his bed…
Naked. Eyes closed, with his dick in his fist.
What… the… fuck.
Swallowing became impossible. My breathing instantly sped up, and I had to focus on keeping it quiet. I was so caught off-guard, I didn’t know what to do with myself. For a few heavy seconds, I was stuck. Juststaring, eyes gliding over the curves and contours of his body on display, bathed in blue light from the TV across the room. Which I then realized was playing porn…
Gay porn.
Jesus Christ… What in the holiest of fucks?!
It was muted, so all I could hear were his breaths and my blood rushing in my ears. Iwantedto leave. But just like when I watched him with Rey, I couldn’t. I couldn’t move.
Because I… didn’t want to?
It made no sense. I wasn’t interested in men. I wasn’tattractedto what I was seeing. At least, I didn’t think I was…
I was stunned. That was it. It was asurprise.
Just another thing I hadn’t expected from him.
“What the—” The sound of his gasp stiffened my spine, causing me to jump.
He’d spotted me.Fuck, he was lookingright fucking at me. Eyes wide with shock and fear.
My heart leapt up into my throat, the brain-fog lifting fast as my thoughts raced frantically for action.
God, what do I do… Run away? Hide? Storm in there and attack him?
In theory, that had been my plan—more or less—but now that it was actuallyhappening, I was horrified.
Before I could panic any further, though, Michelangelo propped himself up on his elbows, his features having smoothed out a bit.
“What are you… d-doing here?” He stuttered with obvious uncertainty. And yet, he made no moves to escape the stranger who’d broken into his home. He did nothing to cover himself up or hide the graphic gay porn playing on the TV.
He just stared at me, face flushed, erection resting on his abs.
I said nothing. How could I?Whatwould I even say??
The humility of the situation had me sweating beneath my clothes. The fact that I was standing there, as astraightman, peeking into the bedroom of another man who was naked and giving me some strange look I couldn’t read… It made me dizzy. I felt like I might pass out, my heart was hammering so fast.
I forced my feet to step back, but he called out softly, “Wait…”
It stopped me once more, dead in my tracks. Woozy and trembling, I stared at him, and he at me. With our eyes locked, I wondered if he knew it was me…
Ghost Rider.
“You should… stay.” Michelangelo reclined, gazing up at me from the bed. His fingers skimmed back down the length of his body in a teasing manner. Slowly…taunting.
My stomach rolled in confusion.
Stay? A masked stranger breaks into his house, and he wanted him to… stay??
