Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2003 10:07:22 -0800 (PST) From: Chastadasis Subject: Josh Boi Blues (to be posted on the Fantasy section) Josh's Boi Blues sent by Chas This story is not mine. A friend asked me to post it on this archive. This is a companion piece to "Anime" and another Josh's stories posted on the Highschool section, and on the Fantasy section. You can visit the characters gallery at http://unotime-eleni.net/drinkmythirst/kris-characters.htm *********************************************** "So what's your major going to be?" Josh asked an exceptionally cute mortal boy seated beside him. "Engineering," the kid replied, putting his finger in his Doctor Pepper. He stirred the ice around, then brought his finger to his mouth carelessly licking off the sugary liquid. "How about you?" he asked, pleased he finally got Josh to notice him. "I'm debating. One minute I want to be a graphic artist. Then I want to go into computer programming, like maybe design a video game and make a fortune off of it. Next I want to be in the diplomatic core. I'm in love with traveling. I don't know just when I made up my mind Pow! My mind is already changed," Josh said breezily," You come to Oz's often?" "Not enough," the boy said, "Too much school activities. I'm in the chess club, love to go bowling, and I also do work on my school's paper. I also really love soccer. I like to travel too. I would love to go to Ireland. I used to have a boy friend, but he couldn't keep up with me, if you know what I mean. I'm a friend of Brent's. He told me all about you, Josh. By the way, not that you've asked yet, but the name is Todd." "Really?" Josh said, "You look more like a Leonardo than a Todd." "Like in De Caprio? Boy, you're lame. Man, last time I saw him in a pic, he looked like he was putting some poundage on the old bones, " Todd laughed. "You trying to tell me something? Like you think I'm fat?" "No, you're looking pretty bitching," Josh said, his stomach pumping along with his heart at the mortal boy's closeness. he could just taste the boy's salty delicious blood. Dying, the boy would taste like someone dying in his arms, all warm and delightedly fluid. He'd save some of Todd's blood in a thermos to use for later to pour on his favorite snack--greasy French Fries. Taking out his flash from his hip pocket Josh slugged down a jolt of human blood straight down. Coughing, Josh poured a shot of cold blood from the flask into his Pepsi. "Todd making you nervous?" Brent. his best friend, whispered in his ear, "Josh it's not like you're married. Look around there's a ton of guys trying to make eye contact with you. It's raining men, Josh!" Ducking his head nervously, Josh took a big gulp out of his drink. Brent, one of the few mortal friends he allowed himself to have didn't know about his deep dark secret about being a killer. Brent's smell didn't bother him like the smell of most mortals.. Josh conditioned himself to think of Brent as being a friend, not a one course meal. The rest of the humans, all of them, their scent, the boy Todd beside him, the boys dancing, many of them shirtless, some with colorful tattoos making their flesh look Technicolor pretty, some boys with gold hoops pieced through their navels and nipples, they all smelled and looked good enough to bleed dry. I hate killing gay guys, Josh mused to himself, taking another drink to settle his nerves. Hell, I used to be a snot nosed mortal twink myself who creamed at the sight of a mortal boy in a pair of cutoff shorts, now I just lick my chops looking at them thinking yum, yum dinner time, thanks to my maker, Amel. On the other hand, Josh thought, hungry for Todd's athletic sexiness. I wouldn't have to kill him. I could suck him dry then give him one hell of a great blood transfusion from my supply. And we could be a couple of day walkers. Vampires of the night and day. Todd, my eternal slave boy, on his knees, full of gratitude for my special brand of the dark gift. Me and Todd, Josh thought lustfully, Doing it, drinking from each other every night, no more one sided blood sex with the night walker vampire Pete because my blood is toxic to his kind. No more light brown hair whipping around Pete's paper white face when he's laughing at one of my corny jokes. No more taking off Pete's glasses before I bite him, no more having to miss him because he's dead during the day. Never again would I have to hear Pete telling me off when he thinks I'm being possessive and he knows I'm not. Why not hook up with a new and improved boy friend? Why not have a love bunny, slave of a fledging? Just like Armand thought Daniel was going to be his love bunny slave, and Lestat thought the same of my dads, Louis, and Marius thought Armand was going to be his sexy, little, love toy fledgling. Oh God! Get a grip! These things never work out the right way! Well, it kind of did for Marius and Armand, but not for very long. "Excuse me," Josh blurted out, "I have to go to the bathroom." "Me too," Todd said. thinking Josh was suggesting they go off some place together. "No!. Like really, really I have to go to the bathroom. Alone. All by myself. I don't need any help doing it, like it's not like you have to hold it for me, but hey, thanks for offering," Josh said hurriedly, jumping off the bar stool, running towards the back. "Wait! I wanted to ask you to dance, or something!" Todd cried confused. "What's with him?" Todd asked Brent a blue eyed, tall, blond who dripped with New Orleans charm and whimsy. "Forget it, Todd," Brent said, shaking his head. "This happens all the time. He's calling up his boy friend." "His boy friend?" Todd said, disappointed. "He must of kind of liked you . Whenever he's attracted to someone he calls his boyfriend. I swear Pete must have a solid gold cock the way Josh chases after him," Brent said, taking his drink up, heading for the rest room. Brent shook his head at the sight of Josh pressing his fingers on his cell phone. Josh held his breath till he heard a, 'Hi, Pete here.' "Pete. what are you doing?" Josh said nervously. Pete was androgynous like most vampires who could only survive at night. OK, Pete was, let's face it, not very beautiful, or pretty, he was cute, so cute enough that after being with him for a few minutes you would be willing to swear on the bible, Pete was the most beautiful vamp around, at least Josh thought so, as for Pete's body--pure glorious boy. Josh was more of a rough looking dirty type of angel, satanic around the edges, with wild spiky hair, and piercings all over his left ear, and eye brow. He had his own way of looking heart woundingly pretty. After a long pause, Pete said, "Having fun, Josh? I can hear the band playing in the background." "You know how we both agreed we needed a cooling off period. I'm cooled off, can I come over?" Josh said breathlessly. "Josh, it's only been one evening." "That long!" "Josh, you were the one who insisted you wanted to go out to clubs by yourself." "Been there, Done that." "You can't come over. I'm not at home I'm at Michael's" "Michael, your ex- fiancé?" Josh choked out., "Not that Michael." "Yes, my ex. We decided to get together and work on his book about the history of evil" "What fun," Josh said dryly. "I bet he has a whole chapter dedicated to himself." "Say hi to Josh, Michael," Pete said, ignoring Josh's jibe. He handed the phone to Michael. "Hi Josh," Michael said, "No bite wounds on Pete promise." No bite wounds yet you mean, Josh thought nervously, "Yo! Michael, nice to talk to you, put Pete back on, now!" "Sure," Michael said breezily, confidently putting his arm around Pete's shoulder while he was on the phone. "Pete, I left my jacket in your car," Josh said hurriedly, "I have to come over to pick it up. It's an emergency!" "Josh!" Pete yelled. "I'll be over only for a minute. I need my jacket, I um, left my wallet in it. Why do you think I called you? It' not like I miss you or anything, see ya soon." "Josh, wait," Pete moaned. Hanging up the phone, Josh grabbed Brent's beer, downing it, gargling the liquid in his mouth, spitting it back into Brent's glass. "Eww! You're disgusting!" Brent yelled. "You haven't seen nothing yet," Josh said, taking the glass, spilling the contents of beer down his shirt, "Do I smell loaded?" "You smell like the town drunk on a spree. What's the deal?" Brent said, disgusted. "I want a good excuse for Pete to forgive me later for the stupid things I'm about to do. See if he thinks I'm drunk he has to forgive me right for whatever I do, right?" Josh asked. "You are the epitome of whipped. Will you leave the guy alone? When I see you guys together half the time you're flirting with someone else." "I do that just for fun. He knows I'm watching every move he makes! I wink at Pete while I'm goofing around with other guys so he knows I'm not serious. What do I do after I'm done dancing with the guy I'm putting on?" "You go running back to where you last left Pete, and you start mauling and slurping all over him. It's gross," Brent conceded, "Listen Josh you told me you were both giving each other a breather. Joshie boy, they are out there. The world is full of boys and men. Mingle. Meet a few. Stop being the world's greatest pussy." "I can't help myself," Josh moaned, "I know you're right. Every time I start wondering about what it would be like to be with another guy, the worry's from hell bubble up!" "Worries from hell?" Brent laughed. "Yes, evil terrible worries. When I'm having evil thoughts about a good looking guy, I start worrying what if Pete's is having the same kind of thoughts about another boy. We went on a weekend boat trip. It was great. Then after it was all over, he told me I was pressuring him too much, and I got mad and told him that I'd like to have a break from him, and he said, why not have a break? Brent, he's with an old boy friend. I can see it now, They're working together on Michael's damn book. Then Michael, he puts his arm around Pete's waist. Pete tries to wiggle away, and he laughs it off. Michael gets angry and tells him off . He calls Pete a unfaithful, little bitch. Pete starts to cry. Then Michael tells him he loves him, and he's kissing Pete. Putting his hands up his shirt. Pete's scared, he tries to protest. But the kisses feel hot and good, he starts kissing Michael back. Then Michael bites him." "Bites him?" Brent said. "Yes, and Pete's blood is running down his long beautiful neck, and he bites Michael, and he's sucking on Michael wrist. Michael is moaning, he's undoing Pete's jeans. he putting his hand down his jeans into his thong underwear. He caresses Pete's cock, and lifts his hips up in the air, so Michael can play with his ass. Michael starts putting his finger inside of him, then he puts in another finger. Pete loves how it feels. Michael pulls down his throng underwear. Pete's naked cock pops out, it's hard, already pre cum is dripping out of it. They look at each other. They understand what they need, he strips, no wait, he's tearing Pete's clothes off of him. Pete puts his legs over Michael's shoulders. Michael's huge cock enters inside my Pete's slender undulating body. Pete shudders with pain. Michael says, "I love you', and he fucks Pete his cock going slowly in and out, then harder, faster, his hands cupping Pete's delectable hips." "Then what?" Brent teased, "Can I have Pete's phone number? I had no idea he was this much fun. Exactly how many times a day do you have this fantasy?" "At least five times a day. I had this fantasy twice during math class. Shh, shh, I'm coming to the best part. I come in on them. And they both want me. I'm stunned and I'm crying. I want to kill them both. They pounce on me, stripping me. Pete begs me for forgiveness. Michael tell me how he's always wanted me. I take turns sucking their blood out of their willing veins." "Again with the blood sucking. Josh you have written one too many vampire stories." "Hush, Michael is gorgeous with his long black hair cascading over his shoulders. Pete's anus is dripping with cum. And there's a little blood on it. I part his legs, his neck is bleeding. I can barely open up his butt's cheeks they are so tight because he used to be a virgin. I lick the blood and cum off. I put him over my knee, and I want to spank him, but I can't. Instead I start licking at his ass. I put a butt plug of his ass and I hand cuff his hands. I'm burning with lust to "rape" him, to have rough sex with him, but I can't, because I love him too much. His legs are wide open, and his head hanging down. Michael comes up to him, his cock rigid, he removes the plug, and with my permission he slides right into him, he's fucking him as he's laying right across on my lap. I put my hands around Michael's ass, and I put my fingers inside of his thrusting butt. Michael and I start kissing while I arouse his nipples with pinches and caresses. After Michael cums, I make Pete get on all fours, and I take him doggie style. It hurts at first, more than it hurt with Michael, because my cock's so much bigger than Michael's. Michael has a average sized dick maybe a little below average, it hurts, it hurts, but Pete takes it like a man, he's licking Michael's cock and his balls while I'm pumping my manhood inside of him. Michael cums on Pete's face, he scoots away, and he's on all fours, he's begging me for it. I take turns thrusting inside him and Pete. Them I ejaculate in Michael's firm ass, and then I put a string of wooden little balls up Pete's ass to punish him. He's all sore from being fucked, and he whimpers, and cries, then I slowly take them out, and he loves it! And he tells me he loves me, and only me. And I forgive him for cheating on me. And I love him all the more because he isn't angry with me for fucking Michael, too. Michael starts crying because neither of us love him. He takes a knife he slices off his own head, and he turns up the heat on his oven and cooks himself, killing himself, because he knows he can never have me ever again." "Wouldn't cooking yourself be kind of hard to do with your head cut off. Michael's kind of cute. I've seen him around. Does he really have a baby duck dick?" "How would I know I've never seen it." Um, what's the chance of this becoming a reality? And can I be invited to your next threesome, how about making it a foursome? Just leave out all the parts about the blood stuff, and chopping heads off," Brent teased. "The chance of this really happening? Zero to one, if I so much as touch Pete's butt just to massage it he gets tense and ballistic. He's strictly only into oral sex," Josh thought, What can I expect with a night walker for a lover? He then said, " If I brought a sex toy into bed with us like a butt plug, he would hit the ceiling. Pete is more vanilla than vanilla. Michael hates me. If I suggested a threesome Michael would be all smug and superior telling Pete, See I told you Josh is nothing but a big pervert." Josh laughed, "Don't tell Pete this, but I book marked this porn site that has a boy who looks just like him on it." "Really?" Brent said. "Well, not completely identical to him. The boy on the site has dark brown hair, muscles, and sexy calves, but he well, he smiles like Pete sorta," Josh joked, "listen I'll catch up with you later." "Josh I love you and Pete both, but I have to give it to you straight. I don't think Pete likes you as much as you like him. You know. I think you'd be better off with someone else. You're only going to make a fool of yourself," Brent yelled at a retreating Josh's back. "Whipped, totally whipped," Brent mumbled, going back to his stool "I saw Josh leaving out the door," Todd said, "He didn't even say good bye to me." "I'm still here," Brent said, "Can I have the honor of buying you a drink?" "Why not?" Todd said, smiling up at him. "Josh is coming over to get his jacket," Pete said to Michael. Pete went into the kitchen. ------------------------------ Pete stirred up a pot of bubbling Campbell's mushroom soup on Michael's stove. He poured the soup from the sauce pan into two mugs, carrying them out into the bedroom. "Thanks, this brings back memories," Michael said taking his mug, "I love the smell of mushrooms and milk, makes me nostalgic when I lived off the stuff while I was putting myself thorough Harvard." "I make it for Josh now. Of course he can eat the stuff once he makes it good and bloody." "Can he use animal blood on his food?" "He can but he says it doesn't taste as good." "Spandex shorts?" Michael teased taking a finger full of the stretchy material, letting it snap back. "I'm going bike riding later. I love it. Riding my bike at bike parks and trails. It's a great way to secure a meal. I'm riding my bike in a bad part of town, pretending to be a gawky mortal boy who has lost his way, and eventually some body attacks me, and CHOMP, no more bad guy." "You love doing everything on wheels. I love watching you skateboard" Michael teased, "And what do you mean about pretending to be gawky? You're clumsiness is one of your most endearing features. You know Pete," Michael said lying on the bed beside him, "I miss us being a couple." "I'm glad we're friends," Pete said typing away at Michael's lap top. "You've got a good start on your book." "You think so? I thought starting the first chapter off with examples of infanticide on Neanderthal burial sites was a good idea to start a debate about the concepts of good and evil; evil done for the greater good," Michael said, pulling out a light brown strand of hair from Pete's pony tail. You're much too mature for me Michael," Pete said, slapping his hand playfully, "In the back of my mind I always thought of you as an older brother." "I was only twenty six when I died Pete," Michael brushed his fingers beneath Pete's chin, trailing down to the collar of his T-shirt. "I was only eighteen when I died. I had no idea what to do with my after life before you came along and became my friend." "I remember when I first saw you. A skinny orphaned fledging doing the best he could to be nonchalant about being a vampire. I thought you to be adorable. I wanted to protect you, house you, take you in, I should have kept you in," Michael teased, "I felt like you were my little brother, but eventually I couldn't help but feel more about you" "I wanted to be something other than just your cute little secretary typing your books. I always admired you, but I didn't admire myself being around you. Josh taught me how to be myself again. I wasn't ready to be in a grown up relationship. Not yet." "It's my fault isn't it? I never showed you how much you mean to me," Michael said softly pulling off the band holding Pete's hair captive so his hair fell loosely around his face, "We never did get to make love. I always was too cautious about hurting you. Haven't you ever thought what it would be like?" Cutting his wrist with a bite Michael held it over Pete's head. The blood erotically dripped down on Pete's hair, and spilled on his face, leaving bright red trails. "Josh is coming over for his jacket," Pete said hurriedly "Michael, don't." "Don't talk, just don't," Michael whispered, pressing his wrist to Pete's parted lips, "I'll lock the door. Josh need never come in here," he whispered, pulling up Pete's T-shirt. "Michael, this isn't a good idea," Pete mumbled, underneath Michael's bloody wrist. "What the hell?" Michael yelled, pulling his wrist away from Pete The bedroom door flew open, there in the doorway was a frantic Josh. Running at break neck speed to the bed, Josh dive bombed right between them. "Pete!" Josh yelled, wiggling all over him. "Michael," he said over his shoulder. Josh's hand fell on top of Michael's inner thigh. "Get your god awful hand off of me!" Michael yelled, radiating anger, "You smell terrible. Don't you sun walkers believe in taking baths!" "I forgot my morning shower," Josh slurred "I had a little bit too many tonight Pete. You're bleeding!" he cried alarmed. "No, I'm not. Josh get off of me." So much for a threesome. Couldn't you guys have waited for me?" Josh thought sarcastically, trying to act somewhat cool under their angry eyes. "So Pete," Josh started yawning, opening his mouth as wide as he could, "What are you doing in bed with Michael?" "Typing," Pete said furiously, "Josh stop tying to get me to yawn. I haven't sucked any blood tonight, see." Pete opened his mouth wide. Carefully examining Pete's mouth for even the slightest trace of anything that even vaguely resembled tomato juice, Josh turned to Michael. "You're not in you wildest of fantasies looking inside of my mouth!" Michael hissed "Michael, you know something I've been dreaming about you." "Nightmares I hope," Michael retorted, jumping off the bed, straightening his clothes. "No, nice dreams, I was talking to this guy Todd at Oz, and I was remembering I dreamed about you being with a guy just like him. A nice mortal, stunning blond hair, sexy build, cute, talkative type. He would make the perfect fledgling for you. He's so your type." "Blood type?" Michael said haughtily, his fangs gleaming evilly in the candle light. "No, you're type to dance with," Josh said staring to get seriously worried for Todd, "small talk, you know to goof around with. Cripes, Michael you don't get out enough. Is that all you think about is your stomach. Let's have some fun. You could use a love life. Interested?" "No, I was having a good time here before you came by. Why don't you get your jacket and leave," Michael growled, crouching ready to fly his fists at him. "We'd better go along with Josh to Oz," Pete worried, pulling on Michael's arm, "Josh you shouldn't have driven here when you're sloshed like this" "I'm not that sloshed. Come along guys lets have some fun. Party! Party!" Josh said with strained cheerfulness. Grabbing on to their arms, he pulled them off the bed. Herding them both to his 1969 Mustang, Josh handed Pete the keys so he could drive. Michael took a back seat. "I admire your taste in cars," Michael said leaning back in the leather seat. Boys too? Josh thought bitterly to himself. Carefully driving through the gleaming streets, Pete parked right outside of Oz. Opening his door, Michael stepped out onto the pavement. Before Pete could unbuckle his safety belt, a mortal habit he still kept to, Josh put his hand on Pete's chest, pining him down. Turning the key in the ignition, Josh slammed his foot on the accelerator, steering the car back into the street, driving from the passenger's side. "Wait are you doing!" Pete yelled. "You have a lot of explaining to do. What the hell were you doing in Michael's bed with blood all over you?" "I told you I was typing his book for him. I always type in bed." "You made him mushroom soup," Josh said hurt, "Pete that's OUR soup!" "It was cold in his house we wanted to warm up our hands." "His hands were pretty damn warm weren't they?" "No one made a pass at you tonight?" "Lots of people came on to me tonight. You want to know the truth? I got laid tonight, Pete. I got laid by this fantastic mortal boy named Todd. We did everything possible together. I felt so guilty about it I had to see what you were doing. I see you've been doing the exact same thing I was doing.," Josh lied. "I was not! I was going to tell Michael to lay off!" "You want to know something, I wanted to screw you tonight, but not now, not ever, now that I've met Todd, you're nothing but sloppy seconds," Josh yelled. Pete slammed on the breaks at a stop light, he yelled, "Fine go get your rocks off with Todd. See if I care!" Pete jumped out of the car, running into a park. "Pete, wait! I'm drunk remember?" Josh yelled, jumping out of the car, running after him, "I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Pete!" Josh chased Pete down a path surrounded by oak trees and cypresses. Pete stopped abruptly. Oh my god I'm going to run him over! Josh thought. He tried to skid to a stop. Grabbing a hold of Pete's shoulders, Josh leap frogged over him. Grabbing Josh's ankle, while he was still up in the air, Pete slammed Josh down to fall flat on his face. "Shh," Pete said, scrambling on top of Josh. "Pete you forgive me. Right? I knew you would. I mean I was loaded and out of my mind. Um, don't you get any ideas about you being on top," Josh hissed. "Will you be quiet? Go back to your car. You left it running with the lights on. Someone's going to steal it." "If someone takes it, I'll track them down later. Pete I'm sorry it was all that beer I've been drinking tonight. I would never have said what I said if I was sober. Besides what did you expect me to think with Michael bleeding all over you? I mean are you telling me the truth nothing happened?" "Nothing happened and nothing was going to happen. Josh, you're no more drunk than I am. Your breath smells more like peanut butter, Pepsi, and blood rather than beer." "You knew?" Josh whispered. "Yes, all along. I wanted a good excuse to leave Michael's, and then you have the nerve to jump all over me! Look there's a car over there with two mortals inside of it." "Two lovers parked," Josh said smiling. "Bad luck for them," Pete said sadly crossing himself, "I'm going to kill them. Do you want to join me for dinner?" "Yes," Josh said breathlessly, ready to join him in hell if he asked. Crawling on his belly, Pete scrambled under the car. He popped up crouched next to the passenger side. "Show off," Josh whispered, crawling on his hands and knees to be crouched at the driver's side. "Listen Pete, I made up everything what I said. I was trying to make you jealous. There is no such person as Todd." "Fine, I believe you," Pete whispered. Concentrating Pete made the locked door's unlock, "At the count of three we kill. One, two, three!" Flinging open the door, Pete slammed his hand on the tall, blond, mortal boy's mouth. he pulled the helpless struggling soul to him. He hissed devilishly in his face. The mortal kicked, trying to frantically push away, then he slumped into a relaxed slouch. He whispered underneath Pete's hand, "Pete?" "Brent!" Pete yelped. Hurriedly, Pete put his lips over his fangs. Taking a good look at the fighting mortal in his arms, Josh explained, "Todd?" "Josh why did you scare us like this? I almost had a heart attack. I thought you we're going to kill us," Todd wheezed. "Very funny guys, ha, ha," Brent said dryly, "The jokes on us." "I'm so sorry!" Pete gasped tuning away, running down the path. "Pete, where are you going!" Brent yelled. "Brent, buddy you have got to do me a favor! I left my car parked at the stop light on Vine and Cherry Street. The keys are in the ignition. Do me a huge favor and drive it home for me," Josh said quickly. "Sure I could do that for you, but why not do it for yourself? Todd and I were enjoying some chat before you and Pete came on to us like a couple Jeffrey Dalmars. What are the two of you trying to be Urban Legends? Christ, my heart is still pounding too fast!" "Mine too, if I wasn't so totally stunned, I'd beat the living crap out of you," Todd gasped. "Sorry, stupid joke, really a hugely stupid joke. Listen I better chase down Pete. Take care of my car. I'll owe you forever!" "Don't pull this kind of shit on anyone else Josh, what if I had I gun? I could of shot you!" Brent yelled. Sorry, sorry, you're right, stupid," Josh said, thinking, Fat chance of anyone we attack having time to go for a gun. Not that it would do them any good anyway. "I'll see you two later," Josh said, taking off with mortal speed. He took a sharp right at a grove of trees, then unseen he speeded up to vampire speed. "Retard," Brent said, shaking his head, "Come on drive me to his car." "After that trick they pilled on us. We should leave it there." "Now that's an idea," Brent said smiling, getting into the car, "Naw, we better do it for him. For revenge I'll steal his stash of weed in his glove compartment." "Pete, Pete," Josh yelled in an unearthly voice. He saw a flash of light skating across the waters of a lake, "Pete," he yelled, picking up speed running after him, the waves of the lake under his feet, he yelled, "Wait up." He lifted Pete under his arms up in the air. "Let me go! I could have killed Brent! I was this close to killing him, " Pete choked out, ready to cry. "So what? It's not like we actually killed Brent. It would have been an accident." "Josh," Pete said quietly, "So, there really is a Todd." "Brent's flavor of the night," Josh hurriedly said. "Do you like Todd?" "He's a nice enough guy." "Josh what do you think will happen to me if you let me go right out of me here in the middle of this lake?" "I guess nothing," Josh said, hovering inches above the water, I suppose you'll float in the air like me." "Let me go Josh. I always wanted to find out what would happen if I stopped running." "Are you sure about this Pete?" "Yes," "JOSH!" Pete yelled. Falling into the water, Pete grabbed at Josh's chest. "Wait a minute," Pete breathed, "I don't think I'm sinking under anymore." Letting go of Josh, Pete found himself suspended, floating up to his knees in the water. "I'll carry you to shore," Josh offered laughing. "Don't bother," Pete grumbled, his legs floating in the water. He waded towards the shore line. "It will take you forever to get there," Josh said meekly. "So!" "Want to go to a movie?" "I think we should hook up with Michael at Oz. You played a pretty rude trick on him," "Sure," Josh said, "If you want to be with Michael I take you right back to him." "I said we, didn't I? WE should hook up with Michael. I'm not your little dog. What did you think I was going to do go trotting after you when you dropped in at Michael's?" "We could stay here," Josh said firmly, strolling up on the land with Pete, he took Pete's hand. Shaking his hand away, Pete sniffed at the air. Running quickly to a cottonwood tree he pulled out a man who was doing his best to hide behind it. "I saw the two of you walking on the water. Are you Jesus come back? I'm sorry Jesus about everything I ever done. I tried to be a good man. Honest," the old man cried in a hoarse voice. "I'm not Jesus," Pete said gently, "I'm sure you have tried all your life to be good. Do not be frightened. This will pinch a little and it will be all over for you. No more pain." "You an alien! I knew it. You're from Mars! I knew there was life out in outer space," the man whispered excitedly, "Did you come in peace?" "Yes, I'm something like that. And I have come to give you peace. Rest now," Pete said calmly, baring his fangs, driving them into the man's moist flesh. "Pete," Josh said, stroking his cheek as he sucked. Pulling his head off the man's neck, Pete snapped at Josh's hand. "What the matter with you?" Josh yelled. "Sorry," Pete cried, his eyes glazed over, his mouth dripping with blood, "I'm really, really hungry. Could you please not bother me while I'm eating?" "Fine," Josh grumbled. "Be that way." Snarling, Pete returned to his the man's throat, sinking his fangs deeply inside. Pete said the last rites in his mind as the man bled to death in his arms. With a sigh, he pushed the corpse away. This is your big chance. He's well fed so he has to be in a good mood. All right! Josh thought, Be firm, be purposeful. Assertive Show him who the boss is. Forcing Pete to face him, he lightly caressed Pete's neck, massaging it gently, "I know what you like," Josh whispered, licking the blood off of Pete's lips. "Josh you know it makes me melt when you play with me there. Ouch," Pete gasped,. Burning hot pleasure rode into his flesh making him dizzy and helpless. Peeling off his spandex shorts, Josh played with Pete's cock hidden in his jock strap. Timidly Pete, undid the buttons to Josh's jeans sliding them down. Placing his mouth on Josh's jockey shorts he sought out his pee hole, licking at the cotton cloth, and at the hard flesh underneath. I wish I could bite you back, Pete thought almost moaning. Pete shuddered, his ass tingling and aroused by Josh's hands, parting his butt cheeks, Josh then put his finger to Pete's mouth "Suck it, beautiful, tonight, it's going to happen, tonight." Running his tongue up and around Josh's hands, and wrists, sucking on his fingers, Pete's face finally fell on Josh's shoulder. Pulling Pete to be face down on the tall grass his naked butt in the air, his back arched up, Josh rimmed his small dimpled opening with his tongue, inserting it deeply inside as he pulled and stroked on the loose skin on Pete's hard on. Deciding Pete was moist enough, he slid his fingers inside of him, reaching the gland. Slowly with his nails he cut into Pete's bony ribs, and into his small abdomen, the blood spilling on the grass. Pete suffered the pain. The sensations in his body was more explosive than when it was involved in the act of killing. Moaning, he waited for Josh's cock to be inside of him, his body tense and afraid. His hands folded into fists. He held his breath. Sensing his fear, Josh stopped. "You're not ready for this are you?' he said gently. "Josh, I, I'm ready," Pete said humbly, "How much do you like Todd?" "Not as much," Josh said. Kissing his back where the base of his spinal cord was. "How much do you like Michael?" "Not near as much," Pete said catching his breath. Cradling Pete in his arms, his erection hard on Pete's thigh, Josh said, "I don't want you to do anything you really don't want to do because you think I'll do it with someone else. I can wait until you're ready. Can I have a blow job at least?" he teased. "Yes .What f I'm never ready?" "Then I'll never be ready either, only when your ready am going to be ready." "You care about me that much? I think I love you," Pete said sincerely reaching for his cock "I'm not ever going to be the first one to walk out the door," Josh whispered, his finger tips touching Pete's cock, "Its more than just forever for us. I'll never, ever leave you ever." "Forever and after that," Pete breathed, "Forever more." The end