Page 22 of Hellfire & Bowties
“I want…” Oren whispered, reaching out, and Luc wanted too… He wanted so much, but a body collided with his door, almost dislodging him from his spot.
“I want too, hon,” he said, “but we need to go.”
“Why?” Oren asked, bottom lip sticking out temptingly. “We were having a good time.”
“Nobody will be having a good time if we don’t move to a safer location.” Luc gripped Oren’s thin shoulders and turned him away. “Please just get dressed and follow me.”
“What’s happening, Luc? Are you scared?”
“I’m not scared,” Luc said, nudging him toward the closet. “Just worried.”
“But why?” Oren disappeared into the closet, emerging in a pair of tight jeans and a peach-colored button-down. Luc watched him pull a darker orange bowtie out of the wardrobe and tie it around his neck, seemingly completely unaware of the emergency around them.
“We don’t have time for accessories, hon,” Luc said, crossing the space between them and pushing him toward the door.
“What about your clothes?” Oren asked, digging his heels in and pointing at Luc’s naked body.
“No time,” he said again. “Just walk.”
Luc rushed Oren out of the bedroom and into the hallway, steering him away from the general mayhem that could be heard in the near distance. He navigated them to a small passage and pushed Oren inside a small, dark room at the end of it that would barely have had enough room for two of Luc, but was perfect for him and a small human. He latched the door and turned to Oren, pinning him between his body and the hard stone wall for extra protection… among other benefits.
“Luc?” Oren’s voice echoed around the empty space.
“Hm?”
“Where are we?”
“Anti-Tana panic room,” Luc said. The feeling of fabric and skin against his naked torso was more than distracting, and hegave his hips the freedom to roll just slightly into Oren. They were alone, and safe, in the dark.
“A what now?” Oren asked, still endlessly curious even as his fingers played at Luc’s chest in return.
“Tana is one of the demons here. You may have seen her at orientation,” Luc said. “She’s a bit taciturn. Volatile. She has days where her moods get the best of her, and it’s best to stay out of her way.”
“And the entirety of Hell just runs for cover?”
“We’re reasonable folk around here,” Luc said. “Better safe than eaten.”
“Right.” Oren frowned and glanced around them. “Is there a light in here, or…”
Rampaging demon? Fine.
Darkness? Still scarier, apparently.
Luc snorted a laugh before pressing in closer. As the devil, he could smell the bright scent of innocence this close, tinged with a dirty hint of wanting. Oren’s soul was inherently good, there was no doubt, but it was also hungry.
He nosed at Oren’s ear. “No light, but I’m right here, and isn’t that better?”
He felt Oren’s shiver, the adrenaline coupled with the proximity bringing them back to a healthy simmer. They were going to be stuck in here anyway, Luc definitely was still half-hard, and he had no problems following the thread of connection between them to averysatisfying conclusion.
“Now… where were we?” Luc asked.
“You were talking about ridges and piercings, I think,” Oren said, looking down between them even though he couldn’t see anything in the darkness like Luc could.
“Hmm. And that’s interesting to you?”
“Can I touch?” Oren asked abruptly, not even bothering with innuendo or playing along. He was staring up into Luc’s eyes andlooking far too innocent for someone asking to touch the devil’s dick.
“You can do whatever you want, hon,” Luc said, as if he’d ever be able to deny him anything.
