Dinner and a Movie
Author:
Chrislee
*
“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?” Lindsey said.
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.
“Fuck.”
“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 movie?”
*
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 and stood.
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.
“Hello, Lindsey.”
“Angel.”
“I brought that movie you wanted to see.”
“Sorry?”
“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 said.
“Well, maybe I can refresh your memory.”
Angel
stepped forward and Lindsey saw his true face.
Just
like he knew Angel could see his.
*
Lindsey
rolled over and looked at the alarm clock.
This
was getting to be a pain in the ass.
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.
THE
END
Thoughts
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