The Immortal Blood

Chapter 26

Todd slipped into the bathroom on the other side of the corridor, closing the door behind him and opening the water of the huge shower that took an entire wall.
He had studied his own image reflected in the mirror, discovering the places where Adam had left his marks during the violent bouts of their previous night: handprints on his hips, scratches on his buttocks and, of course, dried milky stripes on his chest.
He had passed his fingertips through his chest hair, arching an eyebrow with a vague smile before bringing them to his lips and entering under the hot jet.
He had washed himself from head to toe, soaking himself up with attention and enjoying that moment of tranquility and silence, his mind stubbornly returning to the younger man, who was having a well-deserved rest.
In the end, when he'd been ready to turn off and go out, he'd looked down and sighed with resignation, finding a new hint of hardness. Perhaps the boy was not wrong to call him a maniac, but after all, since he met him he had not found a moment of peace . . . even now, he would have been ready to start again. Adam had a strange influence on him. . . not that he minded at all. . .
He took it into his own hands, forced himself to leave the boy alone.
Sure, showing up in the bedroom and waking him up with something else to play with was a pretty stimulating idea, but he had to keep in mind what the blonde had told him. Adam was not one of his usual conquests, on the contrary, he was very different from the men he had dated up to that moment.
Not to mention how receptive he was. . . Todd had begun to rub his shaft vigorously, closing his eyes.
Adam had been passionate and unbridled, but every man had his limits, in his case evidently the line of demarcation was oral sex. And it was a real shame. . .he had worked his cock with both hands, imagining the lawyer on his knees, naked, giving him a shy blowjob. He had the perfect mouth for that kind of task, and those eyes, and the innocent shape of his face . . . his imagination had taken over, and Todd had seen himself sucked ff by Adam, who first licked uncertain the tip, then came down, gaining confidence, looking into his eyes, searching for his approval.
The vampire had felt his palms wet as the transparent liquid began to flow from the opening on the head. Yes, Adam learned very quickly, he certainly could have done it, just like he could have give a great handojob. . . Todd had worked himself up, panting, his mind fixed on the image of the blonde who polished his dick with commitment without being able to accept it all, using his hands to please the rest, keeping it inside till the end, even as it exploded on his palate in hot bursts that Adam would not be able to swallow and would run down in milky streaks on his chin.
Todd had remained with that clear picture behind his eyelids as he painted the shower floor instead of the boy's throat, only partially satisfied.
He had run the water again to rinse quickly, making the traces of his misdeed disappear, then he dried himself and descended to the lower floor where he had slipped on a new shirt and his usual pair of worn out jeans.
He had looked around for a moment, amazed by the quiet of the place: the sun was just starting to rise, there was still time . . . he had pulled out pots and pans moving slowly.
He could have left for the store right away, but he didn't want Adam to wake up without seeing him first, it could've sent the wrong message, and that wasn't what he wanted. In the distance a rooster had started to sing, making him smile: it seemed like a good morning, with a bit of luck it would also have been a good day. . . he had thought, starting to break and stir the eggs in a bowl.