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as he kept watching the silhouette move, he knew there was
something familiar about it. He had seen it before. And as he kept
watching it, it finally came to him.
He had found Blondie.
As he stood there watching, he got another surprise. Another
silhouette suddenly appeared on the shade. Someone who moved a
little slower. Someone bigger and deadlier than Blondie. It had to be
the Sheik. They stood looking at each other, talking.
And then, they embraced.
Panther’s eyes widened in surprise, causing him to abruptly spring
away from the building. He couldn’t believe it. Did he see their lips
meet in a kiss? In a fit of anger, he threw his cigar down, hearing the
faint sizzling sound it made on the wet pavement. He shook his head,
trying to wrap his mind around what he’d just seen!
Blondie was fuckin’ the Sheik?
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Oh, God! He had sent him out to kill the bastard, not to fuck him!
* * * *
Johnny pulled away and gazed into Blondie’s eyes. This was
something new to him. A new world that had opened up to him, and
he felt lost in it. He didn’t know which way to go, what to do, or if it
was even real.
“This is one hell of a situation,” Blondie whispered as he looked
longingly into Johnny’s eyes.
“We’ve got to make plans, Blondie. You’ve taken such good care
of me I seem to be getting stronger every day. I’m either going to
have to go back to work soon, or hand in my resignation.”
“If you do, what’ll we do? Where will we go?”
“I can join a carnival. Ride my motorcycle in a cage.”
“I’ll…I don’t know. I can do something, can’t I?”
Johnny smiled. “You can keep my bed warm.”
Blondie lowered his head, tears in his eyes. “Oh, God, Johnny, I
think I’ve ruined your life.”
Johnny reached down, and with a finger beneath his chin, he lifted
his head and looked deeply into his eyes. “You haven’t ruined
anything, Blondie. In fact, if you’ve done anything, you’ve given me
something I’ve been looking for my whole life.”
“But you don’t want to ride again. You’d just be doing it to—”
“To be with you? Hell, Blondie, what choice do we have? We
can’t stay here much longer. We’re like sitting ducks in this
apartment. We need to get out.”
“But you’re still weak—”
“Hey, I’m not all that weak. I’ve been stuck in that bed for more
than a month, and you know what the doctor said the last time I went
to see him. He said I’m doin’ fine, and that I need exercise now more
than anything. And since I can’t leave the apartment, I can’t think of a
better way of getting it than making plans for the two of us. Besides,
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the precinct knows what we’re up against, and they’re behind us.
They’re cruising the neighborhood night and day. We’ll give this
some serious thought, and see what we can come up with, but I don’t
want to hear you say that you ruined my life again.”
“I love you,” Blondie said, his blue eyes looking soulfully into
Johnny’s.
“That’s something else we’ll have to talk about.”
“There would only be one reason we have to talk, and that is if
you feel differently.”
“Blondie, it’s not that. I just want you to be sure. Don’t call
gratitude, friendship, or even hero worship, love.”
“Well, it’s plain that you don’t feel the same.”
“How the hell would I know? It hasn’t been that long since I
brought you home, you tried to kill me—”
“But I didn’t, and we made love.”
“And the next thing I know I’m in the hospital with a bullet in my
back. Hell, I’m lucky it hit me where it did, or I’d be dead.” Johnny
cut his gaze over at Blondie, giving him a sidelong look. “You know,
there’s one more thing you could be feeling, and that’s guilt.”
“Hell, Johnny, I probably do, but I also feel love.”
“But how do you know?”
“I just know. How does a blind man know when the sun is
shining? Because he can feel heat from it!”
“There are other ways to feel heat. Maybe he’s in a burning
building, a burning car, a house, who the hell knows?”
“Johnny, quit denying it.”
It was true, he was denying it. Love hadn’t been a part of his life
since his parents had died. The day that happened, the world had
instantly turned black and ugly, and was as cold as a dead man’s cock.
That was why he fit so well on these streets. He didn’t really care
what happened to him. He didn’t expect anything from these people,
and that was exactly what he got. Sure, there was one that would
come along every now and again that was worth saving, and he lived
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for those times. He’d known from the beginning that Blondie was
one. That was why he invited him into his own world, as cluttered as
it was.
But what he didn’t expect was to fall in love.
He looked over at Blondie. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess I am denying
it. This is new to me. You’ll have to give me time to adjust to the
situation.”
“Here,” Blondie said as he led him to the couch. “You’d better sit
down.”
As the two of them sat there watching TV, they slowly drifted
together until they were cuddling. After about ten minutes, Johnny,
dressed in his shorts and a sweatshirt, felt Blondie’s warm breath on
his ear and a firm hand creeping into his shorts until it got to his cock.
“Want me to give you a hand fuck?” he whispered.
“You’re determined to kill me, aren’t you?”
By that time Blondie was beside him rubbing his cock hard, his
hand surrounding his cock, and giving him a hand fuck that had
Johnny breathing hard, and moving and writhing like a snake. “Tell
me if you feel any pain. We don’t want to hurt you.” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]