© Copyright 2011 Lydia Nyx

 

Gerard retired to his room at the nearby hotel where guests of the expo were staying. His father had a suite, but Gerard opted for his own room, wanting some privacy. Because of Gerard’s late arrival their rooms were in separate wings, which was just as well.

Gerard’s room was spacious and well-appointed, decorated in gold and red, with a large bed and windows overlooking the expo buildings and fairgrounds, and in the distance, Lake Michigan. Gerard found it strange and jarring to be thrust back into the heart of civilization after months in vast deserts and high mountains. He longed for silence and peace again, for sunrises unspoiled by pollution and streams as clear as diamonds.

“I told you Chicago was dreadfully noisome and loud Jack,” Gerard said, facing the windows. “And this expo would be filled with nothing but windbags. We haven’t seen the half of it yet.”

A soft whish sounded behind him and he felt energy tingling over his skin like so many pinpricks. He turned.

Instead of the silvery wolf, he saw a man standing there — completely naked, well-muscled, with thick dark hair to his shoulders, a short, scruffy beard, and glittering eyes. He was handsome, a fine specimen of strapping young manhood. He was smiling widely, cunning and wolfish.

“I love it!” The naked man strode to the windows, arms spread. “I’ve never been to Chicago. It’s so good to be back in America.” He leaned against the glass.

“Come away from the window,” Gerard admonished. “Do you want the whole city to see you?” He gripped his arm. “Jack!”

Jack laughed and turned, and to Gerard’s surprise, gripped him around the waist and lifted him off his feet. Gerard yelped as Jack spun him around, astonished he could pick him up so easily when Gerard was nearly a head taller. But then, Jack was the strong, brutish type.

Jack put him back on his feet and Gerard’s cheeks were burning.

“I promise I’ll get you home to Texas,” Gerard said. “I had to do this though. My father would have been hurt if I didn’t come.”

“I understand.” Jack stretched his arms out, flexing his fingers. “It’s so good to be out of that wolf body. All that time on the ship, I was starting to think I would be a wolf forever.” He wiggled his toes against the carpet and then rocked on his heels.

“You can’t go out of the room like this, though,” Gerard said. “Someone might recognize you.”

Jack rushed over to the bed. He flung himself out on his back and stretched his arms and legs, sighing luxuriously. Gerard attempted to avert his gaze from the long, lean line of Jack’s body, as well as his cock resting against his thigh, but failed terribly.

“No one is going to recognize me,” Jack said. “I hardly think the Johannesburg police have alerted the American authorities to the escape of a petty thief.”

“You’re quite a bit more than a petty thief. You robbed a museum.”

“What I stole belongs to my family. So it’s mine, technically.” Jack rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “I’ve missed you.”

“You’ve been with me all along.”

“Yes, snuggled up to you as a wolf.” He lifted a hand and beckoned. “Licking your face. Eating out of your palm.”

Gerard chuckled. “That was endearing.” He strolled toward the bed. “I don’t think you should go home to Texas.”

“I have to.”

“They’ll look for you there. A criminal should never run to familiar territory.”

Gerard reached the bed and Jack shot a hand out and grabbed his wrist. He pulled Gerard down. “I’m not a criminal,” Jack murmured, as Gerard hovered over him, kneeling on the mattress.

“You don’t think so, and I don’t think so, but the authorities do.”

“Let them think what they like. The truth will set us free.”

Gerard didn’t agree, but ceased to argue as Jack pulled him down against his body — warm, bare, something Gerard hadn’t been able to touch in weeks. Jack’s mouth was delicious as their lips met in a hot, wet embrace. Their tongues tangled, mingling as their breath. It had been far too long.

Jack broke the kiss and said in a husky tone, “Allow me to divest you of your finery, young gentleman.”

Gerard chuckled. “I had to dress this way. It’s expected of me here. Civilization and all.”

“You’ve not been civilized a day since I met you.”

Jack undid the brass buttons of Gerard’s waistcoat, a silk and brocade thing he’d had for ages, probably unfashionable now but Gerard didn’t care. Jack then removed Gerard’s belt and opened his trousers. He pulled open the buttons of Gerard’s shirt, so hasty one popped off and bounced across the coverlet. Gerard frowned.

“I don’t have many respectable clothes,” Gerard said. “Stop ruining the ones I do have.”

“Then stop wearing them.”

 

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