Dinner and a Movie
“Nervous,” Angel said. Angel was
right beside him. Lindsey blinked and Angel was right in front of him.
The way Angel looked at him made
Lindsey’s skin tighten across the knuckles in the same way it had when he
was a kid about to pick a fight in some dumpy bar.
But Lindsey wasn’t nervous-
despite what the dry mouth and loose knees might say to the contrary.
“You shouldn’t be,” Angel said.
“After all, you lawyers are used to these big fancy dinners.” He reached
out a hand and straightened Lindsey’s bow tie. “Right?”
Angel stepped back. He wasn’t
wearing a tuxedo. He was wearing a black silk shirt, open at the collar to
reveal smooth, white skin. There was a small smear of blood along his
collarbone and Lindsey couldn’t decide which was more disconcerting:
Angel’s perfect skin or that innocuous smudge of blood.
“Why did you ask me here?”
Angel smiled. “There’s something
I want you to see.”
Angel moved away from Lindsey
and Lindsey followed. He sidestepped an overturned table, someone’s purse,
a waiter without really focusing on anything but Angel’s broad back. It
suddenly occurred to Lindsey that he had a sort of begrudging respect for
Angel. Or maybe that was just the liquor talking.
He’d come to the party and
ordered a vodka tonic, squeezing lime into the drink before licking the
acid-clean taste of citrus from his fingers- dirt under the nails like he
was still hauling junk to the dump for spending money instead of making six
figures and living in a condo in the nice part of town. He’d had two more
drinks after that, waiting for the steady heat of the vodka to reach his
balls while he scoped the room for someone to fuck.
Angel disappeared through a door
and Lindsey followed.
His foot slipped and he would
have slid through the greasy blood on the floor if Angel hadn’t grabbed his
elbow. He felt the bile- most of it alcoholic- shift upwards, burning at
the back of his throat.
“This is what happens when you
play in the big leagues, Lindsey,” Angel said neutrally.
“I didn’t have--”
“Anything to do with this? Any
idea it would happen?” Angel dropped Lindsey’s arm and stepped closer. He
bent towards Lindsey’s ear and whispered: “That’s dinner, now how about a
Lindsey woke up with a start.
The alarm clock blinked 2:17 and he reached out an arm to twist the glowing
numbers away from him. He’d had too much to drink and he knew that he was
going to sleep like crap for the rest of the night. Might as well get up.
He sat up and swung his legs off
the bed. He’d hit the shower, pump off his hard on, make some coffee- maybe
get caught up on some paperwork. He scraped his fingers through his hair
A noise made his heart thump:
rabbit-feet against his chest.
He went out into the hall and
started towards his living room.
There, silhouetted against the
huge picture window that looked out over Los Angeles was Angel. Lindsey
would know the set of his shoulders anywhere.
“I brought that movie you wanted
“You know the one, where the
vampire sucks the lawyer dry- tosses his husk of a body out the window of
his very tony penthouse apartment. You know the one.”
“Can’t say that I do,” Lindsey
“Well, maybe I can refresh your
Angel stepped forward and
Lindsey saw his true face.
Just like he knew Angel could
Lindsey rolled over and looked
at the alarm clock.
This was getting to be a pain in
He and Angel had been dancing
around each other for weeks. Sometimes days would go by and Lindsey would
forget that there was a vampire lurking in the shadows of his life. He
couldn’t say which was more unsettling: the fact that he knew that Angel
wanted to kill him or the fact that Angel knew that Lindsey wanted Angel to
fuck him. Either way- it was messing with his psyche.
Lindsey reached for his cock and
closed his eyes. Sex and death. He came to the remembered dream of Angel’s
hand at his elbow, and blood on the bottom of his shoe.
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