Dark Attraction

Chapter 6 - afterglow

I woke up alone in the bed, sprawled over most of it. I was lying on my front, and as I pushed myself I saw faint red marks on my wrists, which made my cock twitch and my mouth dry out. Actually, my mouth was dry anyway.

My phone said it was nine thirty in the morning. I groaned and flopped back down, but I'd been awake enough now that I had questions. Where was Gage? Had he gone to work? He didn't seem like the get up early and go to an office job type. Maybe he was just in the other room, waiting for me to emerge so that he could politely ask me to leave and never come back. Or maybe he'd gone out for breakfast and was about to return with a steaming hot coffee and a breakfast burrito? My stomach gurgled its approval of this thought and I sat up in the bed.

There was no light coming in from the floor to ceiling windows, because there were solid white blinds over then which must be hella filtered for light blocking. The light in the room came from some soft lamps in the corners which managed to light the place as if the morning sun was coming through, and if the morning sun was cold and white.

Rubbing my hand through my hair, I yawned and got out of bed, found my boxers and pulled them on.

"Gage?" I called out. My voice was raspy and worn. I guess I had been crying out last night but it wasn't like we'd been going for hours and hours. I swallowed.

"Hmm?" He mumbled a reply, faintly. I looked around. Not in the living room - those same blackout blinds were in use in the living area too. There was another door with a light glowing from it off the lounge so I went in there. Gage sat at a desk in a fancy leather gaming chair.

"There you are," I said, yawning again. I looked over his shoulder at what he was doing on the screen and he quickly minimised a few windows. "What're you doing?" The windows I'd seen had looked like online auctions, for stuff like antiques and art.

"Nothing," he said. He spun the chair around and looked up at me. My heart did a little excited flip at the sight of him in the morning light. Well, the artificial light. He wore a plush looking black bathrobe - velvet? With purple trim. It was absolutely ridiculous, over the top and weird, but he wore it in such a way, with such confidence, that it made sense. Fucking handsome bastard. "Just business. Good morning."

"So, I guess you probably want me gone," I said. This was a blatant fishing line, I wanted him to tell me 'no, you're gorgeous, stay and have lots of deliciously kinky sex with me'.

"Probably for the best if you go," he said. I think he sounded reluctant but it still wasn't the response I wanted.

I frowned at him for a moment. this wasn't normal.

"Don't give me that look," he said. His voice was a monotone, and I couldn't tell if it was because he legitimately didn't care about me or because he did and he was trying to squash it down and act all cool and aloof.

"It's just my face," I retorted. Which was petulant and childish but whatever. I was used to getting what I wanted, and I wanted Gage and he wasn't giving in to me. Usually I was running for the door the morning after and avoiding the person I'd slept with. this time I wanted to hang around and he was giving me the brush off.

"Wanna fuck?" I blurted, kind of in spite of myself. Gage turned to look at me then and shook his head, definitely a little regretful this time as I saw his eyes rake over my face, neck, shoulders, chest...

"No, Brand. No, I can't. You're too sweet for me."

"I'm not sweet..." I pouted. He shook his head.

"See ya, later."

"Why are all the windows blacked out?" I asked. It wasn't exactly the obvious next question but I was pissed off and I blurted it out. It was bugging me, apparently, almost as much as Gage telling me no.

"No reason," he said. His eyes slid off my face and he turned back to the desk and brought up an email programme. He started clicking through his emails, a clear end of conversation.

"Fine," I huffed. I wasn't about to hang around where I clearly wasn't wanted. I turned on my heel and went into the living room. I tugged the curtains open to check on the weather.

Gage was beside me instantly. One hand gripped my wrist painfully tight and the other pulled the curtain closed, shielding him from the sun.

"What the fuck?"

"Leave the curtains closed." His voice was low, clipped and brooked no argument. There was something strange in his eyes, and perhaps it was something I'd had a flash of the night before in the alleyway. Something more powerful than what Gage appeared to be. "You should leave, Brand."

Maybe I should. He's very intense and I'm not entirely sure it's in a good way. But also he's damn hot so maybe... maybe I stick around.

I tugged on his grip on my wrist and he squeezed slightly tighter. I licked my lips.. "Why do you want me to leave?"

He moved closer and licked his teeth, a gesture which could have been off putting, but knowing how it felt to have him inside me (and tying me up, etc) I only found it erotic.

"I'm dangerous, bad for you. It's a bad idea."

"So why are you still holding onto me?" I tried again to tug my arm back from him and he let loose with a soft growl. I felt my cock harden instantly.

"Because..." He let go abruptly and turned away. "Just go."

"I don't want to."

"You should."

"Just tell me why exactly you're dangerous, and why you're telling me to go when I can see that you're into me, and I'll do it." I folded my arms over my chest, trying to contain my racing heart. It very much felt like I was about to walk out and never see Gage again, but I knew he'd haunt my dreams if he didn't give me the answers to those questions. I really didn't want to spend the rest of my life wondering, and thinking about him while I jerked off.

"Why do you think I wanted to take you into an alleyway, and then home with me, when I barely know you."

"Uh, because you're hot and gay?" I said. "Happens quite a lot, really."

Gage whirled back to me and this time his eyes were darker, hooded and as deep as the night sky. I couldn't look away from them. "Brandon. Get your things and leave."

After he'd said those words, I had no desire to argue at all. I picked up the last of my clothes and my shoes and walked out of his apartment.

It wasn't until I was two blocks away that I realised he'd totally shut me down and I'd just gone with it. I felt strange, as if I was just waking up from a dream or slipping back into my body after an astral projection or something. Is this what alien abductees felt like?

It was bizarre, and it deeply unsettled me. I wanted to go back to his apartment, demand answers, but the prickling down my spine at the weirdness of how I had left... I hadn't even said goodbye, I'd just walked out, and we'd been in the middle of an argument... spooked me. I slipped my shoes on and walked back to my apartment feeling as if the world was slightly off balance.