Page 56 of The King of Halloween
“Race you!” Adam took off into the racks of dark cloaks for darker men. He couldn’t let this go on. The longer he went without saying anything, the more he’d want to keep him, and the deeper the wound would cut when he finally learned the truth.
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THIS PLACE WAS both tomb and junk pile. In one hand, Raj held a crown fit for Cleopatra, in the other a polyester pizza costume. Neither was a good fit for him.
“How are you getting on?” Adam called from somewhere deep in the maze.
“Ah…” Raj stuffed the pizza costume back into the stack of food outfits. “Why?”
“Just making certain that the phantom of the theater hasn’t absconded with you.” Adam’s voice managed to bound about the room.
In chasing the sound, Raj spotted an old pirate hat with a long red feather. After steadying it on his head, he called out, “What would you do to save me?”
“Save you?”
Raj damn near yelped at the sudden outburst just behind him. He spun on his heels, his heart pounding from fright, until he took in the silhouette before him. A cloak blacker than midnight hung from cocksure shoulders. A top hat to match perched on the edge of his head. But the pièce de résistance was the bone white mask clinging to half of his face.
He had one finger to his exposed lips, his face in profile to hide most of the mask. Then, with a dramatic turn, he focused those steel razor eyes on Raj, and his spine melted. “My boy, I’m the one doing the stealing.” The phantom gave a pleased-with-himself laugh that nearly tipped into a cackle before he coughed it off.
“Wow.” Raj gulped. A whole lot of repressed fantasies hit him at once. The dashing gentleman eyeing him up across a crowded room. The mysterious masked man who seemed to be only interested in him. And traveling on a boat through a candle-filled sewer to get railed by the mysterious phantom while he whispered-sang every moan.
It took a minute for Raj to form any word other than “Uh.” To be fair, a lot of his blood was busy elsewhere. “You… Are you going to sing?”
Adam laughed, tossed back his head, and took a deep breath. “No,” he said, causing Raj to chuckle. “So, what do you think?” Even in the tight quarters,he gave a little spin. The cape rose off the floor, colliding with Raj’s knees that were about to give out.
I want to tear it off of you!
No, wrong thing to say and not even true. He wanted to leave it on—nearly all of it on. To take that phantom’s cock while staring through the mask’s eye hole and feel every moan against his lips—that’s what Raj really wanted.
Again, too bad about the blood issue.
“It’s good,” stumbled out of him.
Adam threw his shoulders back, causing the cape to slip behind him. “There’s nothing I love more than a dramatic cloak.” He’d abandoned his suit jacket somewhere and had placed a small red rose into his shirt’s breast pocket. While slipping it free, Adam approached Raj.
“So, tell me…my handsome bird.” Adam glided his palm over Raj’s hip. Just as Adam’s fingers were digging in, pulling Raj closer to him, Adam brushed the petals of the velvet rose against Raj’s lips. A tingle on the edge of a tickle zapped across them. He nearly pressed them together when Adam was there, staring. Watching.
Overpowering.
“Do you want to sing?”
Fuck!
Adam cupped Raj’s cock ramming into his jeans. He loomed closer, the white of the mask bleaching one side of his face until it glowed. The other hid in the shadows. Only his eye gleamed through the dark.
Taking his damn time, Adam dotted the tips of his fingers—one by one—down Raj’s straining cock and the denim prison. Just as he reached the balls, Adam asked, “Well?” He cupped his hand under Raj’s sac, his eyes daring him to say no and see what happened next.
Raj’s body lifted onto his toes as if to either escape the threat or give him better access. A part of him wanted to challenge the phantom, to see how far he could push that legendary wrath. But as Adam twisted his fingers around the outer edge of Raj’s cock, his spine snapped.
“Yes!” he cried out and kissed Adam. Cold porcelain pressed into Raj’s cheek, but the hard edge digging into his skin only heated his desires. Parting his lips, Raj sought for Adam’s tongue. More than that, he chased that hot, rage-filled kiss from the basement. The one stewing with so much steam it boiled away all of his failsafes until he’d nearly blown the man while they’d drowned.
Raj was so focused on kissing Adam, he missed the little zip, but the cold hand of death clutching his bare cock cut him to the bone. His mouth parted, his gasp spreading Adam’s lips as a chill ran up his spine. The coolness of Adam’s palm tugging on the pliant skin of Raj’s shaft only added to the ambiance. He’d swear he could smell the candle wicks, hear the horse…
Who brings a horse into a sewer?
“Yes!” Raj cried out as Adam swept his pinkie right up the divide in the crown.
