BB-127 Shadows

Excerpt

“Uh… wait, wait a minute!” Thad maneuvered himself between the boy and the back door as subtly as he could. “Can’t you… I mean, do you have to leave right this minute?” He reached out and touched the boy’s shoulder testingly. “Why don’t you just stay and relax for a few minutes, anyway? You must be beat the way you downed that water!” The boy was wearing no shirt and his smooth, tanned skin gleamed in the light from the kitchen window. There wasn’t a body hair visible anywhere and Thad had almost felt an electric shock as he touched the bare flesh of his shoulder. He felt as if he was going to start shaking all over before the boy would answer.

Slowly, the long, black lashes swept up revealing the startling blue eyes. Thad shivered uncontrollably as the boy arrested him once again with that curious smile. Inviting. “If you want me to, sir.” The voice was deep in a very young sort of way and soft, soft like a gentle breeze off the sea.

Thad relaxed with a shudder and nodded his head slowly. “Of course, if that’s the way you want to put it. I want you to stay, please?” The boy turned and headed deliberately for the living room as if by a homing instinct. He moved easily ahead of an enthralled Thad who couldn’t keep his eyes off the boy’s firm, tiny little ass as it moved with muscular precision beneath the worn and faded jeans. There were a few well-placed holes in the pants and the man behind found himself being turned on hot and hard by the tiny, visible patches of bare skin that peeked through. The kid wasn’t wearing any shorts and no shoes, either, for that matter. Thad ached to reach out and grab his warm, young body and pull it up tight against him, even if nothing else happened… just to hold him close for a few moments. All of a sudden Thad realized that the boy seemed to know exactly where he was going in the house without even being shown first! He was about to ask the kid if he had ever been here before, but then he thought that it might embarrass him to be so blunt so early in the game. “Do you live around here some place?” He had to force the words out. Somehow it felt as if he were talking to a young god, and he was in awe of him already.

“You might say that, sir.” The boy took a seat on a wooden crate in the living room right in front of the rock fireplace. He looked around him casually, knowingly. “Yes, you might put it that way, I guess.”