It's the last Monday of June! Can you believe it? Half of 2011 has already passed. And, seeing as though there are lots of summer storms around, I wrote this week's prompt with that in mind. Besides, who doesn't appreciate a good storm?
However, before we move on to the story, I would like to personally invite you to visit Breathless Press. You guessed it! Another book release *smiling big*. Story Orgy's very own Lee Brazil has his own series and the second book TELLING THE TRUTH - the second in his Truth or Dare series.
And, look at that Mmm-soo-nyummmy treat Jade Basier found for us this week. *Sigh* I love her tasty goodness she brings to Story Orgy.
Okay...okay. No more stalling. Here you go. This week's Story Orgy prompt was written using the words Dancer, Warehouse, and Candle. Are you ready to see what I came up with? Good! Let's go. Wait! Wait! *ahem* Don't forget to check out what the other orgiasts came up with for their entries. *Sigh* I just love Mondays. Okay, you can go now. Wait! *giggles* Just kidding... here you go -
Riding Out the Storm
Reed sat in his office reviewing his student roster and weekly plans for the month. Thunder ricocheted through the temporary dance studio and the overhead lights flickered with the slightest flash of lightning. The old warehouse provided plenty of space for the dancers, but the inadequate electrical wiring left little to be desired.
“Knock knock.” A stranger’s voice echoed in the eerie renovated depot.
Standing to greet the handsome gentlemen with dark hair and olive complexion, Reed walked around his desk and extended a hand. “Reed. Reed Kayes.”
“Vince Macchio. How do you do?” A crash of thunder nearly drowned out the visitor’s voice and the room went pitch black.
Reed felt his knuckles grind together as Vince’s grip tightened and the handshake came to a halt. Reed and Vince stood in the dark, frozen.
“Must’ve blown a transformer or something.” Reed put his free hand on Vince’s firm grip, bringing the attention to the fact that his hand was still in Vince’s clutch.
“Luckily, I have a flashlight in my desk.” Reed felt his face flush from embarrassment when he realized he was smiling so big in the dark. “Just a moment. I’ll get it.”
Vince loosened his grip, allowing Reed to walk back to his desk.
Reed slid his fingers around the edge of the desktop, trying not to run into anything along the way. But he forgot about the wastebasket. Just as another flash of lightning lit the room and a clap of thunder emanated from the rafters above, Reed felt his visitor run into him from behind. Unable to prevent his grin at the undignified squeak his visitor let out with the next thunderclap, Reed was grateful Vince couldn’t see his face.
“Are you alright?” Reed slid one hand along Vince’s arm, taking in the muscles bunching under the man’s shirt. What would those feel like- Reed cut himself off with a sharp mental reprimand. The guy was scared spitless and here Reed stood thinking about…
Reed sighed, “Vince? You okay?”
“Oh yeah. Me? I’m fine. I just couldn’t see is all.”
Mmm-hmm. Reed continued around the desk and opened the drawer.
Click. Click. Click. Nothing.
“Damn. Hold on. I think there’s a candlestick in here too.”
“Oh no. Don’t tell me.” Vince sounded horrified.
“Aha! There it is. I knew I had a candle in here. Now, if I just had some matches.” Reed barely finished his sentence before Vince chimed in.
“I have a lighter.” His voice shaky, sounding disturbed.
Reed saw two wide blue eyes behind the glow of a small flame. Another clap of thunder and the flame disappeared to the sound of something plastic skidding across the concrete floor.
“Dammit!” Vince’s tone went from shaky to frantic.
Sensing Vince’s fear, Reed reached for his hand and guided him to the chair. “Why don’t you sit down while I find the lighter? Here, hold the candle.”
The room lit up with another flash of lightning. And a clap of thunder resonated from all four corners of the room.
“Just hurry up. Please.” Vince pleaded.
Reed dropped to his knees, feeling around on the floor for the lighter. “Yes! Found it.”
“Right here. Right here.” Suddenly, Reed felt a puff of breath on his face. And indeed, Vince was right there.
Once again, Reed saw the whites of Vince’s eyes, wide as he obviously tried to control his panic. Only this time, Reed held the lighter. Reed lit the wick then grabbed a nearby soda bottle that had tumbled from the trashcan he kicked earlier and tossed it back inside. One more loud noise might send Vince running for the hills and that would suck if it were just that damn bottle that did it.
“Let me see the candle.” Reed reached out, casting shadows in the flickering candlelight and flashes of lightning. Vince twitched a bit but managed to hand it over without extinguishing the flame.
Setting the candle on a clean part of the desk, Reed turned to his guest. “Now, where were we?”
Vince lowered his left ass cheek onto the desk. “Scared to death.” Vince’s response was faster than Reed anticipated, and not quite what he had expected to hear. “Are you talking about the storm?”
“Yes.” Vince’s gaze was a little wild, no doubt exaggerated by the pale light Reed had to see him by. “I do not handle storms very well.”
Thunder sounded at the exact time the lightning flashed.
“Son of a bitch!” Vince leaped to his feet and practically climbed into Reed’s arms. “I came to sign up for your dance classes. I had no idea the storms would be this bad.”
Reed’s judgment kicked in and he knew Vince needed some consoling. Wrapping his arm around Vince’s waist, Reed tucked him close. The deduction that there was no way Vince was straight took up most of Reed’s mental capacity. “It’s okay. I promise.”
“But the lights-”
“Trust me, Vince. This old warehouse has more problems than the lighting.” Reed chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “Why do you think I had a flashlight and a candle in my desk?”
“You do have a point.” Vince chuckled, some of the panic gone from his tone. “You must think I’m some kind of wuss.”
“What I think really shouldn’t matter to you. But, if you really want to know, I think you’re handsome and your candor is absolutely refreshing.”
Reed nuzzled his cheek against Vince’s soft hair, breathing in the clean scent of his shampoo. “Another thing. Your company is quite comforting for me too in this big ol’ warehouse tonight. Here I was, sitting all alone, trying not to notice each creak and crack of the building.”
Reed felt Vince harden under his jeans, pressing against Reed’s leg. Another crack of thunder followed several seconds later by a flash of lightening told Reed his time was up. “I know the storm has almost passed, Vince; but, I want you to know I would be more than happy to help ease your mind.”
Vince chuckled again, a little breathless this time, and leaned over to press his supple lips to Reed’s mouth. Vince’s fingers worked curiously over the line of Reed’s rigid cock hidden behind his fly. “Maybe I could be persuaded.”
Unfastening his zipper, Reed let his throbbing manhood flop from the constricting denim. “Mmm. I wonder what it would take to convince you?”
Vince stepped back, his face shadowed by the candlelight as he knelt in front of Reed, low humming sounds drowned out the rumbles of the thunder in Reed’s ears. Vibrations from Vince’s moans danced around the sensitive skin of Reed’s cock, drawing a groan with each reflexive thrust.
“Holy fuck. You have some real talent.” Reed’s encouraging tone worked as Vince took Reed’s fat shaft further into his tight throat.
“I think you need some relief of your own.” Reed groaned as his nuts drew up, threatening to relieve the pressure building inside.
Reed tugged at Vince’s hair to pull him away. Cool air kissed his cock as he turned to plant both ass cheeks on the desk then lie back to hang his head over the opposite edge. Sliding the candle over for safe measure, Reed beckoned Vince closer to stand at his head. “That’s right, babe. Step up here. I’ll take care of that for you.”
Thunder rumbled the rafters and the candlelight danced along the walls. Reed relished the smooth skin slipping between his lips and the way Vince’s trembling body calmed as he reached his release in Reed’s throat, triggering Reed’s own orgasm.
Vince huffed out a breath, as he leaned his forehead against Reed’s thigh. “Can I ride out the next storm like this too?”
Wow. I think I need to sign up for dance lessons. I would give Vince a run for his money. Oh hell yeah! I would be teacher's pet. I'm certain of it *whistling Dixie*. I'm laughing so hard right now *ahem*.
Thank you for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed Riding Out the Storm with Reed and Vince. Don't forget go over to Breathless Press to pick up Lee Brazil's new release. I'm going to do a little blog hopping. I am curious to see what my fellow orgiasts came up with for their entries this week. Feel free to tag along. I love good company!