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Diego has
had his revenge on each of the men who gang raped him, so what more is there to
say? Well, sometimes actions have consequences. Read on.
*****
HEADHUNTER
AFTERMATH
Saturday
morning, Diego woke feeling depressed. It was as if revenge had given him a
goal, a meaning to his life besides eating, sleeping, and working. Now, that
was gone. He didn’t even get any satisfaction from remembering how he’d evened
the score.
He’d
just finished a long, hot shower when the doorbell rang. He wrapped a towel
around his middle and opened the door a crack. Rocco stood there with a bag in
his hand.
“I
come in peace, man.”
Diego
stepped back to admit Rocco before returning to the bathroom to comb his hair.
He ditched the towel and shrugged into a robe.
“You
like Chinese?” the handsome young man asked as Diego came back into the room.
“Yeah,
sure.”
“Got
some Dim Sum.” Rocco removed a couple of steamer baskets from the bag.
“What
kind?”
“Usual
kind. Pork and cabbage, mini Cantonese spring rolls, taro coquettes. That kind
of thing. For dessert, I brought egg custard and mango pudding, your choice.”
“Let
me get dressed.”
“The
robe’s okay. Don’t want to let the stuff get cold.”
Still
wary, Diego brought out some utensils and napkins and they settled in the
living room on the couch to eat off the coffee table. The food was good, and
they ate in silence for a moment.
“Sorry I didn’t
bring tea,” Rocco said. “They say in China Dim Sum is always served with tea.
Dim Sum…that means “to touch your heart,” you know.
“What are you
doing here, Rocco? You sure as shit didn’t come to break bread and educate me on
Chinese Dim Sum.”
“I don’t know why
I’m here. It’s just that….” His voice trailed off. He tried again. “It’s just
that I keep thinking about when I crawled in that motel bed with you. I wished
it had been another way. You know, without those other guys gawking and you
being out of it.”
“So you’re saying
you liked it?”
“Hell, no!” He
started to get his back up, but relaxed. “Yeah. I did. I’d already decided I
was going to try it again after I whipped your ass at the gym the other night”
“But you didn’t
whip my ass.”
“No. So I
wondered. Well, I wondered how you felt about it when you…you know.”
“You got a double
helping of me. I only got a blow from you.”
Rocco flushed.
“Yeah. I know. But still—”
“I felt the same
way. I wished it had been under other circumstances.”
“These are other
circumstances.”
“Yeah. And you do
owe me a turn.”
Rocco stood
abruptly. “Shit, what am I doing? I’m willing to bet a month’s pay you’re a
man… a real man. And I know for damned sure I am. So what’s going on?”
Diego shrugged.
“I guess we’re learning something about ourselves we didn’t know.”
Rocco reached out
and pulled Diego’s robe open for a long, frank look. The man shook his head.
“Hell, I’m getting steamed just looking at you.”
“You have me at a
disadvantage.”
Rocco tore his
shirt over his head, slipped out of his loafers, and dropped his trousers.
Diego responded immediately.
Rocco’s shoulders
drooped. “What do we do now?”
Diego stepped
forward and put his arms around the other man. “Whatever we feel like, I guess.
He put his lips to Rocco’s. The man flinched for a moment, and then put his
hand behind Diego’s head and drew him into a hard kiss. Their tongues did
battle with one another. After a long moment, they parted.
“Shit!” Rocco
said.
“Damn!”
“I’m doomed. I’ve
never felt a kiss like that one.”
Diego brushed a
hand over his eyes. “Me neither.”
“And from a dude,
too. A hunky dude.” He held Diego at arm’s length for a moment and then said,
“A hunky dude with fur on his chest and spots in his hair and eyes that glow in
the dark. What’s with that, anyway?”
“My grandfather
was a jaguar, didn’t you know that?” Diego pulled Rocco back to him.
Later, after he stopped panting from a dynamite ejaculation, Diego looked at his partner's loopy smile. "What are you thinking?"
“We’re even,” the saturnine young man said. “Next time, it’s my turn.”
THE END
*****
Well, Whadda
ya know? Those two macho men did manage to get together again. And it
sounds as if it’s gonna happen again and again and….
Sigh.
Would it were me!
Remember,
I will now return to my regular posting schedule for August. See you then.
Amazon permits you to read a short passage of my novels, Cut Hand and Johnny Two-Guns. I also believe the STARbooks-published River Otter, Echoes of the Flute, and Medicine Hair are still up. I sure would
like to get the final book in the Cut Hand Series, Wastelakapi… Beloved, published, but it’ll take some help from
readers to get Dreamspinner interested.
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Until next time.
Mark
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