6All characters contained within are fictitious; any similarity to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. This contains male on male sex scenes, so if you find these themes offensive I would advise you to stop reading now. There is adult language used throughout this story. There is violence and sexual assault in places. This is an advance thank you to anyone who reviews this story. I would like to thank everyone who read, and/or reviewed Guardian Angel and any of my other pieces. This is dedicated to all those who know what love really is about and to everyone who has reviewed any of my work. Thank you.
Thank you for waiting for me! (I'll promise I'll be more productive now that I have less work on!)
Stay safe and take care. Jack Daniels, June 2003.
In Another Lane
Pedro looked up into the dirty blue sky. There was a smell of exhaust fumes in the air, and it was damned hot. It was like a furnace. He was par boiling in his denim clothes. It was high summer, and he was standing outside the office of his lover.
He was trying to look inconspicuous, but in reality he looked like a wolf in a chicken house. Glancing at his watch he knew it was nearly time. He looked in the glass of the building which was behaving like a poor mirror. I'm not vain, he thought, just conscious of my appearance.
For the thousandth time he saw that he looked ok, dressed casually in a denim jacket jeans and a white t shirt. He was nervous. With good reason, it was his and Marcus's first date. Officially that is. Sure, they had met before, but this was proper. Official.
He paced. Pacing was another of his vices. God look at me, he thought, I feel like I'm going on my first date. He saw Marcus come towards the door through the transparent glass, and tried to banish any nerves to some other place. He was only partially successful, his stomach started to knot up.
Marcus smiled at Pedro when he left the building. Something inside of him melted when he did, and the knot in his stomach grew tighter. "Where do you want to go?" Pedro asked. "Well, actually I'll be cooking, so my apartment." "Oh." He said, with a bemused look on his face. "You don't have to look like that; I do know how to cook. Trust me." Another smile Pedro couldn't resist.
"My cars round the back." Said Marcus, as they walked round the back of the building. As they got in the car, Marcus said. "You can relax by the way. I won't bite, you look like you may snap something you're that tense." With that, he offered Pedro a cigarette. He graciously took it and lit it, inhaling the smoke deep.
The knot began to loosen a bit. I'm being so stupid, he thought, I'm no slut but I'm not exactly a virgin on the dating circuit.
Maybe because I actually like him, rather than just a quick fuck to relieve sexual tension. Marcus flipped on the radio as he crossed the car park. It was a short ride to his apartment, and during the journey they both stayed pretty quiet. There was the odd snippet of small talk, but apart from 'I work at an insurance company' or 'hot weather we're having isn't it?' little else was said.
As Pedro stepped in, he saw that it was kept very neat and tidy, very much like his own. Marcus ushered him in, telling him he would be a few minutes. Pedro decided to have a little look around, and headed towards a cabinet with a display of photographs on the top of it.
His family, he presumed. The room smelt of wood polish and air freshener, and the sharp sunlight filtered in. He felt a sense of nostalgia about his own family, but he discarded those thoughts from his head. He felt the weight of the silver cross against his chest as he moved across the room. "I won't be long now!" shouted Marcus from another room.
He popped his head around the corner and said, smiling; "You can sit down you know." Only then did Pedro realize how silly he looked just standing in the center of the room. He sat down on a comfortable seat, and sank into the cushions. "What would you like to drink?" Marcus called. He thought for a moment. "Just a beer, if you have one." "If I have one? If? My life's blood."
Laughing lightly, Marcus brought in two cans and placed one at Pedro's feet. "I'll start dinner slash lunch in a minute."