Top Price (BoyXBoy)

Making a Move

Wulfe.

   I'm Taking the shortcut home. My car reeks of fear. He's scared shit-less of me. I can't blame him. He watched me rip that fucking Fae off him and slam the bastard so hard into the brick fireplace it knocked him unconscious. I still think I should have killed the shithead. 

   I have to say something to make his fear go away. But what do I say? "Wulfe." He jumped! Shit, I scared him worse. "My name is Wulfe." I can barely hear it, but he's laughing. He's laughing at me? 

   In a tiny, scared, voice he says, "I like your name." He likes my name. My heart is racing in excitement. He likes my name. I look at him through the rear-view mirror and see he's looking at me too. God he has beautiful eyes. "I'm glad you like it. And what is your name?" Please don't be David like my dad, Randy like my brother, or Alex like my sister.

   He looks at me shocked. "Uh, m-my name. Y-you want t-to know m-my name?" He stutters at me. I nod my head. His face turns pink as he says, "My name is Ren." It's cute. He's cute. He shuffles in his seat and stares at his lap. He's deep in thought.

   His fear triples from what it was a minute ago. He must be thinking I'm going to hurt him in some way now or later on. "Stop.... There's no need for you to be so scared of me. I wont hurt you. And I wont force myself on you like that fucking Fae." I hope on dear life that knows I'm telling the truth.

   Suddenly, he climbs in the passenger seat, buckles his seat belt, and mutters, "Okay. Promise?"

   I smile at him, knowing he fears what happened earlier will happen again.  I reach out, gently grab his hand, and bring it to my mouth. "I promise not to rape or beat you. But that doesn't mean I wont try to court you." My body is vibrating with need. I kiss his small palm, scrape my fangs down to his fingers and lick them. He whimpers and I almost lose control. He starts to pant and is on the borderline of moaning. I reach out and pull his head to mine. I lick his lower lip and want so badly to claim him as mine. I shiver with barely controlled need, lean forward to kiss him passionately, and... some fucker honks his fucking car horn. I realize we're sitting at a green light. He pulls away from me and looks out the window.

   Again my car is filled with the smell of his fear. I scared him... but I the smell of his arousal is still in the air. I turned him on... there's still hope. With things the way they are now, I drive us home.