Story Orgy Monday - A Tabled Affair part 7

Happy Story Orgy Monday! Are you ready for Halloween? It's just one week away *muahahahha* {ß spooky laugh}. *Ducks, avoiding flying objects*. Okay...okay! I get the point. I'm not very funny. You can't blame a guy for trying though.

Two more announcements and you're free to read *grin*. Ready?

Announcement #1: Hank's second podcast is on the loose today. I loved the one from last week. If you missed the first one, be sure to catch up! You'll be glad you did. Now, here's the link you'll want to click on – Hank with Dr. Dick. W00t!  

Announcement #2: Story Orgy's very own Havan Fellows is going to post a Group Interview on Friday, October 28. Don't look at me like that. You know darn good and well how to get to Havan's place. If not, just hang with me for a bit. I'll take you over there after part seven of A Tabled Affair.  

A Tabled Affair part 7

Damian sat Indian-style on Mauricio's two-tone brown shearling sheepskin rug. He chewed on a bite of Ms. Feagley's homemade cookie as he got lost in his own thoughts from gazing into the rug's burnt gold stitching for too long. I have so much to say. He might think I'm crazy.Who knows, maybe I am.

 

"Damian? Are you alright? You haven't said a word since...well..." Mauricio's concern yanked Damian back from his own thoughts.

"No, I'm not alright." The cookie he held crumbled, crushing under his grip. He closed his eyes and prayed that wrong would turn right.

Mauricio slid down from the couch where he sat, and crawled on all fours around the coffee table. Damian watched his every move and remembered the reason why he loved him so freaking much. Mauricio pressed his lips to Damian's bare shoulder and said, "Talk to me, babe. You can tell me–"

"Maury, I'm losing my fucking mind. That's what's happening." Damian picked at a few crumbs that had fallen to the rug. 

I have already told you. You're not losing your mind. Damian winced at the assertive voice inside his head that served up a hearty helping of resolution rolled in sprinkles of determination.

Damian rocketed to his feet, sending Mauricio scrambling up in the process."I have a great idea! Come with me." Damian pointed toward the door as he reached behind his back, blindly grasping air, searching for the feel of Mauricio's hand.

"Wait." Mauricio's baritone tugged at Damian's balls. 

Mauricio clamped a hand on Damian's shoulder and spun him on his heels. At the same time a voice rang through his head with an immense amount of passion.

Listen to your heart.

At that instant, Damian saw the strangest thing. A flash, like a memory, careened through his mind of a striking man, almost nude with the exception of a few eccentric yet revealing pieces.

Damian's eyes refocused, zoning in on the voice at the other end of the light pats gently rousing his cheeks. "Damian. My love, can you hear me?"

Damian shook his head in an attempt to snap back. "Mauricio, listen to me. There is something crazy going on. You have got to believe me."

Mauricio's brow scrunched, forming tight lines between his eyes. "Babe, have you been getting any sleep at all?"   

Taking Mauricio's hands into his, Damian let the entire story spill out in the quiet between them.  Within just a few minutes, Damian had managed to spit out all the major details, streamlining the recent goings-on. A cramp in Damian's leg alerted him that his feet were still in the same position as they were moments before, his legs still flexed.

"Damian. Calm down, sweetie. Everything's alright." Mauricio brushed his lips against Damian's earlobe. His breath wisped across ever-so-lightly, sweeping across the sensitive skin, raising goose bumps along Damian's neck.

"Mauricio, you don't understand." Damian cupped his lover's jaw in the palms of his hands, peering deeply into his eyes. "I hear a voice, Mauricio. A voice! It sounds like my probation officer...who lives across the street from you. Ms. Feagley is her name."

Follow the sound of my voice. You will understand soon enough.

Damian grabbed Mauricio by the hand and obeyed the request without thought.

"Oh, hell no. You do not lead me around like a pet." 

A cat's meow followed Mauricio's snide comment. He tilted his head, his eyes darting toward the white fluffy ball of fur only a few feet away. "Not you, my darling Princess."

The interaction ticked in slow motion through Damian's head. One glance over at Mauricio then another back to the...

"Damian. Promise me you'll go to the Halloween party at my friend's place next week." Mauricio's hand braced the door frame to the side of Damian, halting just inside the house.

Not knowing if the flash in Mauricio's eyes was real or just a figment of his imagination, Damian gently kissed Mauricio's cheek, turned the knob behind him and backed out the door. "Come on. I have someone I want you to meet."

"No." Mauricio snatched Damian's forearm and held it tightly. "You have to promise me you'll go to the Halloween party next week."

"What Halloween party?" Damian threw his hands out to his side and stared at Mauricio. He could sense the shadows of dusk settling in around him as the streetlights casted a glow throughout the neighborhood. "Oh hell, all right." Damian threw his hands out to his side again, frustration gnawing at his gut. "I mean, really? Why wouldn't I go?"  

Damian drew a deep breath and released a sigh of relief as Mauricio wrapped his arms around him. Time seemed to stand still as Damian peered over Mauricio's shoulder, his stomach sensing something just wasn't right. 

Meow.

~TBC~  

Dang, Damian. You have some major issues. Maybe a Halloween party is just what you need. Eeek! I can't wait until next week. Gives me a reason to go to the candy shop *ahem*. C'mon, follow me. We'll go check out the other orgiasts. I wonder what they're up to...

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/

Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

  Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Jade Basier (SO Photographer) - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/