Luc opened his mouth to deliver a scathing reply. He never would have tripped in the first place if not for the irritating little twerp. But he didn't even have time to protest. He was practically swept off his feet by this young man with a lot of imagination and even more craziness.
As they left the church, Luc finally got a better view of his captor. The young man was slender, but toned, his clothing as peculiar as his charm. Strands of blond hair escaped the cap, falling over the boy's face in a naughty curtain. The outfit was completed by combat boots, black tights and a short, ruffled skirt that offered a tantalizing view of the curves of the youth's ass.
Luc knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. He knew plenty of drag queens and cross-dressers, but this young man seemed nothing like them. He created his own style that went beyond his clothes. His eyes, his smile and everything about him mesmerized Luc.
The young man did a little pirouette, presenting himself for Luc's enjoyment. "You like?" he asked.
Luc hesitated, trying to find the appropriate response. Yes, he liked—and very much. But saying that would encourage this whole interaction and Luc didn't think that was a very good idea.
"I know," the young man said. "Beyond words, right? I'm flattered."
"Riiight," Luc replied. "Well, I'd better be going now. You know, things to do, manuscripts to tear apart."
The youth's expression turned serious. "Yes, of course. After all, that's why I came."
He took Luc's hand and grinned. "Come on. Lead the way. Oh, and before I forget, my name is Dury."
* * * *
Luc had not meant for things to turn out this way. He'd wanted an idea, some sort of clue as to how he should fix his manuscript. Instead, he'd received a bubbly twink who took up far too much space in his house and refused to go away.
He'd tried sending Dury away and locking him out. He'd tried abandoning him in a mall and fleeing the scene like one would do with a now unwanted animal. Nothing worked. Dury always showed up back at Luc's apartment, making himself comfortable in Luc's home and life.
Two days had passed in a whirlwind and Luc was going out of his mind. How in the world had he fallen into the clutches of a lunatic? He couldn't take it any longer. He needed to do something, lest he lose it completely.
Angrily, Luc stomped to the kitchen. He was met by a flurry of enticing aromas and the sound of a soft hum. Luc froze in his tracks as he watched Dury move through the room. A pot of some sort of stew brewed on the stove and the distinct smell of cake floated from the oven. As he stirred the stew, Dury danced to a tune only he heard, his hips swaying seductively and his pert little ass wiggling. Luc suppressed a groan. Be strong. You can beat this. Get a grip.
He cleared his throat and leaned against the wall, watching his new housemate closely. Dury threw a gaze over his shoulder. "Just in time. Come on. Come taste this. I want to know if it needs more salt."
Luc tried to force himself to speak out, but the words just didn't come, not when Dury watched him with that sweet, expectant look on his face. Before he knew it, Luc obeyed and joined his house guest next to the stove.
Beaming at him, Dury took out a spoon of stew and blew on it to cool it down. "Careful," he said. "It's hot."
Luc nodded. As Dury offered him the spoon, their gazes met and held. Luc could swear Dury blushed. The beautiful light in Dury's green eyes drew him like a moth to the flame. As the spoon nudged his lips, he opened his mouth, still lost in Dury's green gaze.
Unfortunately, the spell of Dury's eyes rendered Luc unable to think about anything else—which translated to him drinking in the mouthful of stew with no caution whatsoever. He only realized it when the hot spicy food hit his taste buds, scorching everything in its path.
Instantly, Luc recoiled and started coughing as his mouth protested the assault. "Fuck. Water. Water."
He leaned against the counter, trying to regain his breath. A glass of liquid appeared in front of him and Luc gladly snatched it. As he gulped down the heavenly manna, the burn started to recede, leaving behind only the pleasant taste of the delicious stew. Damn it. Why did Dury have to cook such spicy stuff?
Fury and frustration swept through Luc. He hadn't come to the kitchen to be a cooking aid. "That's it," he growled at Dury. "You're out of here."
Dury's beautiful eyes widened. "But I haven't helped you with your book yet."
"Exactly," Luc shot back. "So far the only things you've done are cook food with too much pepper and fill my drawers with your own clothes." And give me a hard-on that won't go away, he mentally added. "If anything," he continued to rant out loud, "you're making it worse. You're not casting away my writer's block."
"That's because you don't believe," Dury shot back. "You spend your time trying to come up with ideas to get me out of here instead of appreciating my help."
Luc crossed his arms over his chest and snorted. "And what do you expect me to do? Some random guy pops up into my life, claims he's my muse—"
"Plot bunny," Dury interrupted.
"—and makes himself at home in my apartment," Luc continued undeterred. "Excuse me if I'm not exactly thrilled."
Dury's eyes filled with tears. "So you think I'm a liar just trying to mooch off you?"
Luc opened his mouth to say yes. He tried to harden his heart, but the sight of Dury's tears simply tore him apart. God, he couldn't allow himself to be manipulated by a pretty boy who could cry on command, even if said pretty boy had incredible eyes, luscious lips, and a body to die for. Instead of keeping to his resolve, though, Luc found himself something else entirely. "Fine. If you prove to me that you really are a plot bunny, I'll let you stay."
Dury wiped his tears. Feeling like a jerk, Luc retrieved a napkin and offered it to the young man. Dury nodded in silent thanks and took it. After he blew his nose, Dury gave Luc a critical look. "For a fantasy writer, you're awfully skeptical."
Luc wanted to come up with a witty comeback, but he didn't get his chance. Before his very eyes, two white bunny ears appeared on top of Dury's head. Dury turned his back on Luc and lifted his Lolita skirt. A white bunny tail appeared just above the curve of Dury's ass.
Luc actually swooned. He'd been so certain Dury was just a freeloader. The last thing he'd expect was to see his house guest sprout bunny ears and a tail.
"Are you okay?" Dury asked, his voice sounding concerned.
"I'm perfectly fine," Luc growled. "Why didn't you show me this before?"
Dury sighed. "I was hoping you'd feel the magic by yourself. A different time, you would have."
Luc felt the disappointment in those words like a stab to the chest. Then, Dury smiled at him, his green eyes open and clear. "It's okay," he whispered. "All you have to do is believe."
Luc reached out to Dury with trembling hands. He hadn't believed in something in a long time. The closest he'd come was with Simon, but it hadn't been enough to save their relationship. He no longer believed in his own ability to write, that much he knew. He kept warm feelings for his family, but their support was so distant it didn't count anymore.
Could he entrust everything to this mysterious young man? Luc's fingers made contact with the tip of those white ears and he marveled at the feel. Dury stepped closer until they were practically embracing. He smelled intoxicating and his gaze seemed even greener.
Dury buried his face in Luc's chest and Luc automatically wrapped his arms around his house guest. As if of their own accord, his hands swept over Dury's back and settled over Dury's slim waist. One went to ruffle Dury's soft tail and Dury's slender body trembled.
Just like that, Luc stopped caring about the fact that none of this made sense. He pushed Dury against the kitchen counter and crushed his mouth against the other man's lips.
At first, Dury seemed surprised, but in mere seconds, he started responding, his enthusiasm matching Luc's. He wrapped his arms around Luc's neck, pulling Luc closer, until their bodies were practically molded together. Luc's heart thundered, so loud it astounded h
im. Or was it Dury's heart? Luc couldn't tell. Their hearts seemed to follow the same rhythm, reaching out to each other.
Their tongues dueled as they greedily tasted each other's mouths. Luc couldn't get enough of Dury's intoxicating presence. He tore Dury's skimpy thong and, as the black material fell to the floor, went to work on the younger man's genitals.
Dury let out a cry when Luc started massaging his balls, then gripped his shaft. Luc muffled the sounds with his mouth, moving his hand up and down his soon-to-be lover's cock. They broke apart to breathe, and Dury lifted his legs, wrapping them around Luc's waist. "Yes. Just like that. Touch me."
Luc didn't delay in obeying. He rubbed his dry finger around Dury's hole, penetrating ever so slightly, giving Dury a hint of what was to come. The other man felt so tight, so hot. Luc couldn't wait to feel that sweet passage wrap around him.
"Fuck me," Dury said, echoing Luc's thoughts. "God, fuck me. I want you inside me."
Luc groaned at Dury's breathless tone. The very thought of taking Dury almost made him come on the spot. The last few months had been so bad he hadn't even bothered to find another lover after Simon.
As Simon's face flashed through his mind, Luc hesitated.
"What is it?" Dury asked. "What's wrong?"
Luc sighed. What was wrong with him? Simon had dumped him, and even if they'd had good times, Luc should let it go already. Besides, he held Dury in his arms, beautiful, magical, and very willing Dury. Even as he thought about Simon, Luc's body ached for Dury's touch and he felt hypnotized by the beautiful sight of Dury's kiss-swollen lips. He distantly wondered how Dury could look so innocent and so debauched at the same time.
What would it hurt? Why couldn't he take what was offered and leave the past behind? Would it be so bad?
No, but Dury deserved better than to be a rebound fuck. And things with Simon had ended on a horrible note. As long as Luc didn't have closure, he'd never be able to allow someone else inside his heart.
Shaking himself, Luc said, "I… There's someone else. Or there was… I'm not sure I can do this right now."
He expected Dury to get angry, to pout or to ask questions. Instead, Dury smiled and nodded. "Okay. I can't compete with that." Pressing a soft kiss to Luc's lips, he slipped out of Luc's arms with startling ease.
Luc cursed to himself. He didn't want Dury to think he was being played with or anything like that. He desired the younger man very much. Hell, his cock throbbed in his pants, screaming at him, Are you mad? We were so close, so close. Luc silenced it and focused on finding something right to say.
Before he could do so, Dury moved away from him, heading back to the stove. Picking up the spoon with his bare hand, he stirred the stew. "Ah look, it's almost ready. Come on, help me set the table."
Luc stared at Dury, at the way his house guest held an obviously hot kitchen utensil and declared he'd clearly lost his mind. Oh, well. At this point, there was nothing else he could do but go with it.
Silently, he opened the cupboard drawers and started retrieving the plates and cutlery. "And after that," Dury continued, "we'll make a battle plan."
Chapter Two
Dury's battle plan ended up peculiarly normal. Luc expected something more magical, perhaps a little more hocus-pocus involved. He'd have liked Dury to show him real spells and real supernatural creatures. After all, if Dury existed, Luc considered it obvious that other similar beings hid among humans as well. But when faced with these arguments, Dury grimaced and repeated, "I'm a plot bunny, not a muse."
Apparently, that meant that things needed to be done the hard, not-fun way. "No magical transportation into the past or future then?" Luc said.
Dury regarded him with a disgusted look and proceeded to explain the difference between muses, plot bunnies, and the Ghost of Christmas Past. By the end, Luc felt appropriately chastised and ready to begin his quest for an idea.
The first item on the agenda read simply Understand. Luc had no idea what he was supposed to understand, but he began to believe that Dury never did things the easy, superficial way.
So when Dury told him to take a shower and get dressed, Luc obeyed without a word. He took his time washing, relieving himself of the unreleased sexual tension. His hand felt good on his dick, and better yet when he imagined it to be Dury's, or maybe Simon's. The confusion kind of detracted from the pleasure, but then Luc allowed himself to fantasize about having both Dury and Simon and he came like a ton of bricks. He was pretty sure he shouted something, a name, maybe, but he didn't know which one and he didn't want to find out.
Dury didn't comment on it, and Luc suspected the plot bunny had done a little releasing of his own. In spite of what had happened between them, the atmosphere didn't feel awkward and when Dury smiled at him, Luc actually felt the entire thing might work out. Maybe he'd get his writing back after all.
They left the apartment chatting about nothing in particular, although Luc did wonder if Dury even knew where he was going. When they exited the building, Dury looked around, then shrugged and took a left.
"Where exactly are we going?" Luc finally asked.
"Nowhere," Dury said, beaming. When Luc gaped at him, he elaborated, "We're exploring the possibilities. The world offers unlimited options, but if we always tread the same paths, we'll never discover them all."
That sounded like a class of feng shui or something similar, but Luc gave up on rationalizing things and just went with it. As they walked, Dury occasionally showed him things, nothing special, just normal stuff that didn't even hold any interest to Luc.
"There," he said, pointing to a woman holding a baby and trying to soothe him. "What do you see?"
"Umm… A mother and her child?"
Dury hummed thoughtfully, but didn't say anything. He asked the same question a couple more times, until Luc's mind began to whirl. He knew he wasn't giving the right replies, but he simply couldn't see what Dury wanted him to.
A few hours later, exhausted, they returned to the apartment. Upon Dury's insistence, they stopped by at the corner shop and purchased a bottle of wine and a couple of snacks. Luc didn't see why. He felt disheartened after wasting so much time for no real reason. Magical help didn't seem so helpful after all.
As they entered the apartment, Luc abandoned the items they'd purchased on the coffee table and slumped down on the couch. Dury joined him and placed a light kiss on his cheek. "Hey… why the long face?"
To Luc's shock, he actually seemed cheery. Luc would have kicked anyone else, but Dury meant well. It wasn't Dury's fault his methods were wasted on Luc.
"This is hopeless," he told Dury. "I'm better off staring at the laptop."
Dury tsked at him. "Come now. Rome wasn't built in a day. You're willing to try, and that's important." He smiled then cuddled at Luc's side. "What do you say we go over it now and try again? Together."
Luc couldn't help but feel a bit better. "All right. I suppose it can't hurt." He honestly didn't know what Dury wanted to try, but he didn't have anything better to do anyway.
"Sweet," Dury replied excitedly. "Now close your eyes and remember what you saw."
Luc did. He remembered the mother with the child, the hooligans hiding in the shadows, shouting "fags" at them. Lovers kissing in the park, then a couple arguing over which type of cereal to buy. He saw things like that almost every day, but paid them no heed. What did Dury want him to learn from them? What did it all mean?
"It's all there," Dury whispered in his ear. "Think back."
He climbed in Luc's lap, rubbing his slender body against Luc. "Can you see it?"
Luc struggled to keep his mind on Dury's questions, but it wasn't easy, not with Dury's sweet ass against Luc's groin and his breath tickling Luc's ear. "I…"
Think, Luc, think. Dury wouldn't do this only to distract him. He genuinely wanted to help. Luc could feel it.
That was it! Feelings. Emotions. That was what Dury wanted him to see. "You see it now, don't you?" Dury said softly. "Love. Hatred. Desire.
Everything in this world is about feelings. You just have to understand them."
Luc nodded. It seemed so clear now. But when he asked himself what love was, he couldn't find the answer. His mind provided a synonym for the word, as easily as a thesaurus would, but that didn't mean anything. He knew what Dury intended, what he wanted to tell Luc. His book lacked emotion. That's why it was crap.
He remembered the first time he'd started writing, more for himself than for anyone else. He used to spend nights coming up with ideas and plot twists, seeing the characters in his mind, feeling them in his heart. He'd type until his fingers hurt, and then go to bed to dream about it all. The only time he'd spent away from his books had been with Simon, and they'd been so happy together. Was that love? Did he love Simon, or did he just love his writing? And what about Dury? How did he feel about the little magical thing in his arms?
"Don't frown so," Dury said. "Let's get some rest. You've had a hard day and tomorrow, we'll pass to stage two."
Luc was almost afraid to ask. "Stage two?" he repeated.
"Why, feel, of course," Dury said with a grin.
* * * *
As it turned out, Dury's crash course in feeling actually meant them having fun together while Luc contemplated a few of his past revelations. Or just having fun together. It was a mystery. Luc couldn't find it in himself to complain. Not when Dury smiled at him and proclaimed Luc needed to laugh more, and not even when Dury forced him to the nearby amusement park.
Truth be told, Dury couldn't have chosen a better spot to stir old memories. The amusement park had been his and Simon's favorite place to go. They'd buy their tickets, find the ride with the least people on it and go inside to make out like teenagers. Usually, they ended up in the haunted house, fucking amongst the fake monsters. Since Simon had broken up with him, Luc had refused to go to the amusement park, but with Dury, he thought he might be okay.
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