Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (12 page)

Matt double-checked that his bedroom door was locked, then
fumbled a bottle of lube out of the end-table drawer and knelt on
the bed. His hands were trembling as he poured the lube onto his
fingers and reached behind himself, pressing against his ass,
unable to stop himself from bucking back against his own hand, so
eager. His asshole was tingling, his dick throbbing, and he
desperately needed to take care of both right fucking
now
. Through some feat of
superhuman willpower, he kept his free hand off of his cock long
enough to stretch himself open, long enough to get ready to
accommodate the dildo he kept tucked behind his bed. He pushed it
in slowly, clenching his thigh with his other hand to keep from
jerking off, knowing that he’d come as soon as he touched his
rigid, over-sensitized cock. He had to draw this out for a little
longer, enough so that it would bring him some measure of
satisfaction.

When the dildo nudged his prostate, he moaned out loud before
he could stop himself. He wasn’t usually a noisy fuck, even when
this fever took him, but something about tonight was sending him
into even more of a frenzy than usual. Biting on the side of his
hand to keep quiet, he continued fucking himself with the dildo,
stretching his asshole just to the point of pain, each deep thrust
simultaneously soothing and electrifying him. The thought of
touching his dick didn’t even occur to him anymore, it felt so
fucking good like this, just like this, a big plastic cock inside
him and his dick spurting pre-cum like a leaking faucet. It was
fucking peculiar. He didn’t even normally have it, not more than a
few drops at least. Somehow he found room for this intellectual
curiosity in the midst of all the sensations - and then, suddenly,
he became aware that he was going to come.

He barely had time to register surprise before his toes
curled, his dick surged, and his heart nearly stopped - he had
hurtled past the point of no return, but his body still paused on
the precipice, seeming as confused as he was. Then he was gone,
lost in it, pleasure arcing through him from groin to chest and
back again, the first few massive spurts shooting halfway across
the room.

As he knelt there, panting, slowly coming back to himself,
Matt hoped to God that Archer was too involved in his work to have
heard anything.

The thing was, though - Matt had always enjoyed a dick in his
ass, ever since he’d learned that it was a
thing
, but he’d never been able to
climax that way. Not without touching his cock, or being touched,
or rubbing off on something. This was a revelation.
Maybe I should have been fucking myself to
pictures of Archer the whole time
, he
thought to himself, chuckling, but that was a dangerous line of
inquiry. Maybe the fevers were getting stronger as he got older,
or…maybe there was something in the water. It couldn’t be Archer -
what, did his mere presence inspire something that allowed Matt to
achieve the elusive anal-sex orgasm, coming hard around a dildo
like the fucking cockslut that he was?

Oh, no.

Matt shook his head in an effort to clear it. When he started
thinking of himself in terms like “cockslut,” it was never a good
sign. The fever was building. He realized he was still as hard as
ever, still with an ache lodged deep in his solar plexus, the kind
that wouldn’t go away until he could get well and properly fucked.
All the same, he took his stiff cock in hand and jerked it
mercilessly until he came again, reveling in that moment of pure
satisfaction before the
want
came back, stronger than before.

-

“
Don’t you want to…I don’t know…go out somewhere?”

“
What, do you want to go to a coffeeshop?” Archer blinked at
him over the top of that infernal typewriter. “We can
go.”

“
No,” said Matt. “I mean, just you.”

“
But I can’t go alone,” said Archer, wide-eyed. “I need to
bounce ideas off you. I need you to read over my shoulder. I
thought that’s why you went looking for me in the first place. We
need to do this together.”

“
But what if I need a break?”

“
People who spend thirty-seven weeks on the New York Times
bestseller list don’t take breaks.”

“
Most people like to write alone, you know.”

“
Well, I’m not most people.”

Matt was getting twitchy. There was no other way to describe
it. He’d survived the last few days by fucking himself silly every
night with the dildo, but it wasn’t the same. He needed the real
thing, hot, hard flesh - no, he couldn’t be thinking like this, not
in front of Archer. He seemed focused on his typing, but if Matt
had learned anything about him in their previous work together, it
was that Archer was always paying the most attention when he seemed
to be paying the least.

“
I didn’t mean to disrupt your personal life. I didn’t know you
had a personal life, actually. Every time we’ve worked together you
didn’t really seem to have a lot going on.”

“
That’s because I can’t have anything going on while you’re
around, you impossible prick.”

“
Now, now,” said Archer mildly. “You don’t mean
that.”

-

Archer was his most productive in the wee hours, so there was
absolutely no chance of sneaking out to a club that night. Matt was
going to have to find a way to arrange anonymous sex in the middle
of the day, somewhere other than his apartment.

He posted on the local sleazy personals site the next morning,
as soon as he’d figured out the wording.

Fit, experienced bottom looking for a good time this
afternoon. Must host. Pics for pics.

Short, simple, and to the point. Matt hoped desperately that
it would yield results; he was beginning to feel like his skin
would crawl off if he didn’t get some dick.

He did get quite a few messages, but most of them never
responded after he sent a hastily-snapped picture of his torso and
his (by now) near-constant erection. He told himself it was just
cold feet, but he was beginning to feel discouraged; he stood for a
few minutes in front of the full-length mirror, naked, examining
himself, trying to imagine what a potential one-night stand might
find wanting. Well. One-afternoon stand.

He decided to go back into the listing and add the picture in
directly. At least that way he wouldn’t be fielding messages only
to be disappointed. After carefully cropping the background to
remove any sense of place, he added it in and hastily jerked off to
some of the listings before going back out into the living room to
check on Archer.

He’d taken his pages of typewritten notes and was typing on
his laptop now; it was all part of his mysterious artistic process,
which Matt never questioned too deeply for fear of going insane. He
ordered them some take-out from Archer’s favorite Chinese place
without even having to ask, because that was how well he knew this
asshole. It was upsetting if he thought about it too much. Over
lunch, Archer shared some of what he’d been working on, and Matt
made suggestions, leading to a lively discussion about a particular
plot point that Archer loved, but Matt dismissed as unrealistic. By
the end Archer had completely revamped a section of the book,
complaining the whole time, then finally admitting that it was
better this way.

“
Here’s to another successful collaboration,” said Archer,
cracking open his fortune cookie. “I really appreciate your
feedback, Matt. Have I ever told you?”

Matt’s eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with you? Did something
fall on your head?”

“
I just thought I’d let you know, is all. I was just kidding
before, about you not having a life. I know you have a life. I know
you put it on hold every time we have to work together, because I’m
needy, and I’m sorry. And, you know, if you wanted to have someone
over for anonymous sex…I don’t mind at all.”

Fuck
.

“
What?” Matt snapped, trying his best to look like he didn’t
know
exactly
what
Archer was talking about.

“
Oh, you mean this
isn’t
you?” Archer spun his computer around. “I know you
think I’m stupid but give me
some
credit. I can see that painting on your wall
through the crook of your elbow.”

“
Shit. Is it that recognizable?”

“
Only to people who know what painting you’ve got in your
bedroom. So…” Archer left this statement trailing, eyes fixed on
Matt, absentmindedly chewing on the wrong end of a
chopstick.

“
And only to people who are trawling for gay sex on the
internet,” Matt said, triumphantly.

“
Research,” Archer responded immediately. “It’s all for the
book.”

“
Oh, really? Do tell me about this scintillating plot point
that we haven’t discussed at all, which I’m sure will fit
seamlessly into your magnum opus.”

“
Fine. I was reading them for fun. Which is more than I can say
for you, ‘experienced bottom.’”

“
This isn’t really any of your business, you know.”

“
I can help you.”

Matt stared. Archer met his gaze evenly, still gnawing gently
on the chopstick, his lips wrapped obscenely around it -

Oh, no, this was bad. This was very bad.

“
What do you mean, ‘help?’” Matt stood and tried to back away,
but his body wouldn’t cooperate.

“
You know exactly what I mean,” said Archer, calmly. “I’m
offering to fuck you so you don’t have to find a stranger.
Obviously you need it, you’re as jumpy as…I don’t know, something
that jumps a lot. A kangaroo?”

A hysterical little laugh bubbled up in Matt’s chest and
escaped before he could stop it. “And you call yourself a
writer.”

“
I’m not expecting you to say yes right away, I’m just saying -
think about it.”

I won’t be able to think at all for much longer,
Matt realized, thankful that the table came up
just high enough to conceal his erection.
He wants to fuck you, he wants to fuck you, HE WANTS TO FUCK
YOU. HOW ARE YOU NOT LETTING HIM FUCK YOU.
An ever-growing corner of his brain was screaming at him,
berating him for being such an idiot, but he just shook his
head.

Archer shrugged. “All right, if you want to see how long you
can hold out, that’s no business of mine. But with the way you’ve
been acting lately, I predict it’s only a day or two before you
throw yourself at me, so you might as well come to terms with it
now.”

The most maddening part about it was how cool and intellectual
he was being. Matt wanted to punch him in the face and then grab
him by the collar and drag him to bed and not let him out for the
rest of the week -

No, no, no, he was not going to do this.

He sat back down and scooted his chair in, studiously ignoring
the fact that his cock was straining so hard under his pants that
it was nearly touching the underside of the table. “We’re not
talking about my sex life anymore,” he said. “Back to
work.”

With a slight smile on his face, Archer, began talking about
his latest progress. Matt didn’t hear a word. After ten minutes he
snuck his hand under the table and squeezed his dick, exhaling
sharply at the moment of slight relief that it gave him. He watched
Archer carefully; Archer’s eyes were fixed on the screen of his
laptop. Matt squeezed again, then rubbed, tiny little motions with
his thumb and forefinger around the head of his cock that would be
imperceptible above the table. He stared at Archer, at his mouth,
his arms, the hunch of his shoulders over the table, the subdued
strength of his body, listened to the low rumble of his voice even
if he didn’t hear the words. Matt’s whole body was beginning to
tense; he felt a rush of adrenaline at the thrill of doing this
secretly while Archer sat mere feet away, oblivious. Then,
suddenly, the low rumbling stopped.

“
I feel,” said Archer, fixing him with a heavy stare, “like
you’re not listening to me.”

He stood up and prowled around to Matt’s side of the table,
leaning over him as if reading something over his shoulder. “What’s
so interesting in your lap? I’m terribly curious.”

Matt felt paralyzed, caged in, the heat of Archer’s body
surrounding him.

“
Don’t do this to yourself,” he said. “Let me help
you.”

When Matt spoke, his voice was soft and broken.

“
You don’t understand what’s happening to me,” he
said.

“
I don’t need to,” said Archer.

And he was right. He usually was - which was just one of the
many maddening things about him.

He backed away, letting Matt stand up, and he made a little
noise in the back of his throat when he saw what the table had been
hiding.

“
Jesus. Matt,” he said, reaching for the zipper. “I’m going to
suck you off. All right?”

Matt nodded, suddenly unable to speak, his mouth desert-dry.
Archer sank to his knees, taking Matt’s cock out and sucking it
into his mouth without hesitation. Matt gasped at the feeling and
grasped Archer by the hair, trying to hold himself upright against
the merciless ministrations of Archer’s tongue. He was going to
come. “Jack, wait, I -”