Marlowe shrugged. “I guess.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t open any more of them. Maybe we should tell the police.”
Marlowe looked over at Hunter. “What are they going to do? They never helped when Clay was stalking me. Be realistic for a moment. If I go to them and tell them I think I have another stalker, they will just write me off as a freak. They didn’t believe me last time. I heard that cop tell his partner that I was just a fucked-up fag, so why would I put myself through that again?”
“Clay was different,” Hunter mumbled. “How was Clay different?” Marlowe sat up and stared at his cousin, waiting for him to answer. “Just because you are now sleeping with the guy, it doesn’t change what he did to me.”
“Mar, what if Angelo is right? What if this guy is a whacko? Some kind of nut job? I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Marlowe sighed, rubbing his hand across his eyes in frustration. “You know, I am happy that you and Clay seem to be hitting it off. I am glad that he is no longer focused on me, because seriously, we would have killed each other if we ever dated. And this guy, whoever he is... I just want to pretend that I have someone too, even if it is for just a little while.” He looked at Hunter again. “I’m not stupid. I know this guy is not boyfriend material. I don’t think I am meant to have a boyfriend.”
Hunter looked confused. “Why do you think that?”
Marlowe shrugged. “I seem to attract the crazies. I never pick the right guy. The ones I like are always the wrong sort or they are straight.”
Hunter watched him curiously. “Straight?”
“Yeah straight; as in the whole I like girls sort of way.”
“Would this have anything to do with Angelo?”
Marlowe blushed and shrugged his shoulders, never once looking at Hunter. Standing up he walked over and gently placed the angel on top of the tree. He stepped back and watched as it tilted off to one side and it made him smile; even something as pure as an angel could sometimes come off a little bent.
Hunter stood and placed his hands on Marlowe’s shoulders. “You just be careful. I am here if you need me, even if it is just to talk.” Squeezing Marlowe’s shoulders he added, “I love you.”
“I know.”
Marlowe’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Hello.”
“Hi.” The deliveryman smiled. “I have a delivery for an M. Weldon.” “That’s me.” Marlowe signed for the package and took the offered box. “Thank you.” His fingers shook as he closed the door and went back and sat on the couch. He sat the box on the table and stared at it for a long time.
With trembling fingers Marlowe slowly opened the box and stared in amazement at the contents. Nestled on a deep purple velvet cushion was a thin silver chain with an angel pendant. The body was a blue teardrop sapphire. He dropped the note twice before he managed to open it and read.
Marlowe My Love, This sapphire reminds me of the colour of your eyes. They deepen so much when you are in love with someone. One day I hope you look at me that way.
Always & forever
Yours
“Holy fuck! Hunter!” Marlowe screamed as he threw the note onto the table and scrambled backwards away from the coffee table.
“What?” Hunter dropped to the couch beside Marlowe when he saw the terrified look that his cousin wore. “Jesus Christ, what’s wrong?”
Marlowe could only point at the box. “The angel wasn’t my gift,” he whispered, “that is.”
Hunter pulled out his phone and called Gene to come over. He needed a clear head in all of this and Gene had always been that. “Gene, I need some help.”
r r r
Marlowe was still visibly shaking when Gene walked in followed closely by Angelo. “I’m here what did... What the hell is wrong?” Gene asked as soon as he took in the frightened Marlowe.
Angelo automatically sat beside Marlowe and placed an arm around his shoulders. He wasn’t prepared for Marlowe to turn and climb onto his lap. But he didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around the still trembling man in his lap. “What’s going on, Silver?”
Marlowe shook his head and pressed his face further into Angelo’s shoulder.
“Another note,” Hunter said and handed it to Gene.
“Holy shit.” Gene passed the note to Angelo.
Angelo froze as he read the words. “How the hell does this guy know what colour Marlowe’s eyes are when he was in love with someone?” His hands rubbed soothing circles on Marlowe’s back. “He would have had to have gotten bloody close to see that.”
“I think we should call the police,” Hunter said.
“They won’t listen,” Marlowe mumbled. “I told you they just think I am a fucked-up fag.” Angelo growled. “You are not fucked up.” He held Marlowe tighter as he felt a wetness soak through his shirt. Marlowe was crying as he snuggled closer into Angelo’s chest.
“I hate to say this, but Marlowe is right. Unless this guy actually does something physically to Marlowe, there is absolutely nothing the cops can do.” Gene looked sympathetically at Marlowe. “Until then, we will just have to keep an eye out.”
“Why me? Why do they always pick me? What am I doing, that makes them come after me?”
“Oh Silver, this is not your fault.” Angelo tenderly kissed the top of Marlowe’s head. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Then why is this person so focused on me?”
Angelo tilted Marlowe’s face up and kissed him on the forehead. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”
Hunter pointed towards the tree. “That’s not the only angel we got today.”
“Oh crap!” Angelo blurted out. “Sorry guys, the Christmas angel was from me. I picked it up yesterday and dropped it off this morning. I didn’t even think that you would mistake it for the stalker.”
“It’s beautiful, thank you.” Marlowe kissed Angelo on the cheek.
“So what are we going to do about the stalker?” Hunter asked.
Gene shook his head. “I honestly don’t think that the guy is trying to hurt Marlowe, I think that he genuinely likes him. Maybe he is just shy.”
Angelo stared at his uncle. WTF? Seriously? Did he not see that this freak was terrifying the man in his arms? “He needs to stop, or be stopped.”
Gene rubbed a hand over his face. “By his own words, he will in twelve more days. He has already used up two of his fourteen days.”
“What am I supposed to do? Should I just wear the necklace and give whoever it is the wrong signals?”
Gene picked up the necklace and held it in his fingers. “It sure is pretty.”
“Then you wear it,” Marlowe said. “What about if someone else wears it? It will show the person that the gift was received but that you have someone else in your life?” Gene said as he rubbed the pendant between his fingers.
“Okay, you wear it,” Marlowe repeated. Gene chuckled. “Thank you, but no. I don’t think anyone would believe that you and I are lovers, especially if they have been watching you.”
“What do you mean?” Hunter asked.
“I’m not the one that Marlowe is constantly hanging all over. That would be him.” Gene handed the necklace to his nephew. “It would be more believable if you were wearing it.” “No.” Marlowe shook his head. “I don’t want this whacko targeting Angelo.” “Yes.” Angelo slipped the necklace around his own neck and did up the clasp to hold it in place. “This way he will think that you are already taken.”
“People will start thinking that you are my boyfriend,” Marlowe said quietly.
“They already do,” Hunter said.
“I’m sorry.” Marlowe pressed his face into Angelo’s shoulder. “Maybe you should just find yourself a girlfriend. That way people will realise that we are only friends.”
“Let them think what they want.” Angelo’s arms tightened around him just a bit. “I will always be here for you, Silver,” he whispered as he planted a soft kiss on Marlowe’s tem
ple.
“No.” Marlowe reached up to remove the necklace. “This is my problem; you shouldn’t have to fight my battles for me. What would your parents say if they could see you now?”
Angelo frowned. “This has nothing to do with my parents. Frankly I don’t give a rats arse what they think. They threw me out remember?” He tilted Marlowe’s face and pressed their foreheads together. “Let me do this for you, Silver.”
“But…”
“Shh, no buts.”
“Okay,” Marlowe whispered softly as he curled back up on Angelo’s lap. He tuned out the others as they discussed what needed to be done about his stalker. He just wanted to forget all about it. As his thoughts drifted he began to realise that he could feel Angelo’s cock hardening beneath his arse. Oh God, he needed to move before Angelo pushed him away and yelled at him in disgust.
Marlowe sat up and made to get off Angelo’s lap when he found that Angelo’s arms tightened just a fraction and held him in place. Sighing, Marlowe settled back against Angelo’s chest. He liked the fact that Angelo was bigger than him and they fit so neatly together like this. He could get used to this, but more than likely the real reason that Angelo didn’t want him to move is because he didn’t want Hunter and Gene to see his hard-on.
“It’s okay,” Angelo whispered against his hair.
r r r
Angelo smiled as Clay swished through the room dressed from head to toe in Christmas colours. They were all getting ready to head over to Louella’s Family Restaurant; apparently Gene’s boss was big on family. They were attending a party there for Gene’s work. Gene was looking forward to having a night off from the kitchen. He had told them that his boss was outsourcing for one night. Hunter had done some graphics for them on their menu boards, which was why he, Clay, and Marlowe were attending. Angelo just hoped the food tasted as good as what Gene would have done.
“You do realise that you look like a string of Christmas lights?” Angelo teased as Clay walked by.
“At least I attempted to dress in the holiday spirit. You on the other hand just look, well, boring.” “Don’t tease,” Hunter said as he came up behind Clay and kissed him on the nape of the neck.
Angelo watched curiously the play between the two men. From the way Hunter touched him tenderly to the way Clay leaned into each touch and kiss. He wanted something like that, why couldn’t he find a girl that wanted him like Clay seemed to want Hunter. Not that he had been really looking too hard; when he wasn’t hanging with Marlowe he had been out searching for a job. There just wasn’t enough time to look for a girlfriend as well.
Angelo smiled as Marlowe walked into the centre of the room and struck a pose so everyone could appraise his outfit. His mouth went dry when he took in the black skin tight jeans and the blood-red button-up shirt, it was made from some crinkled material that clung to his trim but well-toned body. He bit back a gasp as Marlowe locked gazes with him and smiled shyly. Suddenly he felt way too underdressed in his dark blue jeans and grey dress shirt.
“Well what do you think?”
“You look beautiful, Silver.”
Clay sat on the couch and pouted. “I can’t believe he gets called beautiful and you just laugh at me.”
Angelo rolled his eyes. “That’s because Silver isn’t dressed like a bloody Christmas tree.”
“Don’t listen to him, babe,” Hunter said as he kissed Clay. “You are sexy as hell.”
Clay giggled and wrapped himself around Hunter.
r r r
Angelo watched from the sidelines as Clay and Marlowe danced. It was obvious that they had both had a little too much to drink, but hadn’t they all? With each drink that passed his lips Marlowe was looking better and better, and making him feel things he had never felt before, or had ignored when he had felt them. He smiled as Marlowe blew him kisses across the room before turning away to dance again, though it hadn’t stopped him from blowing kisses back. When Hunter came out and claimed Clay, some other guy grabbed a hold of Marlowe and pulled him up against his chest. The moment he saw Marlowe try to pull away and the guy hold tighter. He was up and across the hall.
“I think you need to take your hands off my boyfriend,” Angelo said quietly but firmly.
“See, I told you that I had a boyfriend.” Marlowe poked his tongue out at the guy. “Not much of a boyfriend if he lets you run around free and easy with everyone,” The guy retorted as he let go so hard that it made Marlowe stumble up against Angelo’s chest.
“But he loves me.” Marlowe turned and wrapped his arms around Angelo’s neck. “Baby, I want to go home…take me home.”
“Sure Silver, anything you want.”
Marlowe smiled and leaned up and kissed Angelo on the mouth. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Silver,” Angelo whispered.
“I know.” Marlowe grabbed his hand and started to pull him towards the door. “Hold up, Silver.” Angelo led him towards Hunter. “Hunter, I’m taking Silver home. He needs to sleep it off.” “Okay.” Hunter winked.
“Don’t wait up,” Clay giggled as Marlowe began dragging Angelo out of the door again.
r r r
Marlowe held tight to his hand as they caught a cab home. He didn’t let go as they made it into the house. Angelo began to get nervous and Marlowe pulled him into his bedroom.
“What are you doing, Silver?” he asked as Marlowe began stripping.
“Going to bed.” Once he was down to his boxer briefs he began on Angelo’s clothes.
“Whoa! Hold up, Silver.” He went to step back. “Please,” Marlowe leaned into him, “just hold me. I just want to feel your arms around me for one night.” Marlowe’s arms slid around his waist. “Please. You told me I could have what I want…and this is what I want.”
Angelo knew this was a bad idea, his brain was screaming at him to push Marlowe away and just go home. It didn’t stop his head from nodding and letting Marlowe finish taking off his shirt. Marlowe backed up towards the bed and Angelo followed him undoing his jeans as he did. As Marlowe climbed between the sheets Angelo pulled off his jeans and climbed in behind him.
Angelo pulled Marlowe tight up against him after he had turned in his arms. “You taste nice,” Marlowe slurred as he suckled Angelo’s nipple.
“Damn Silver, you need to stop.” Angelo shivered as Marlowe increased the pressure. Angelo knew he was fucked when his hands held Marlowe to him as he arched into his mouth. “Silver, baby, oh God,” he moaned with each little flick Marlowe’s tongue made across his nipple.
Rock hard and leaking, Angelo’s prick wanted out of its tight constraints. As it was the head had popped out of the top of the waist band and was leaving wet smears on his abdomen.
“Jesus, Silver!” he gasped as Marlowe’s hand slipped down lower on his body until his fingers teased the tender and sensitive head.
Popping off his nipple, Angelo watched in shock and fascination as Marlowe brought the precome covered fingers to his mouth and licked them, tasting him.
“Want you, want you to fuck me,” Marlowe murmured. “Kiss me.” Angelo didn’t even have time to think as Marlowe swooped to his lips; with the first gasp Marlowe’s tongue pushed into his mouth. His brain short circuited as he gave himself over to the sensation. Before he knew it Marlowe was lying on top of him grinding their erections together. What shocked him even more was that he was grinding back.
“Stop…Silver…wait a minute.”
“What? Why?” Marlowe didn’t stop grinding.
“Baby, I don’t wanna come in my pants.” To be honest, he wasn’t sure why he was asking Marlowe to stop, so he had said the first thing that had popped into his head. As it was his brain was already so melted from too much alcohol and the nearness of Marlowe that he didn’t complain when his underwear was pulled down and off his legs.
Marlowe reached into the bedside table and pulled out some lube and a condom. He didn’t have time to protest before Marlowe had swallowed him down. He clenched as he felt M
arlowe press a finger into him. It fucking burned, but felt kind of good all at the same time. He almost protested as Marlowe released him. He gasped as Marlowe lay back on the bed and pulled his knees to his chest exposing his eager hole. He couldn’t resist kissing Marlowe before he lubed his own fingers and watched in fascination as they were slowly swallowed by Marlowe’s beautiful body.
“Fuck,” Marlowe moaned when Angelo’s fingers touched something in him that looked like it turned Marlowe on completely. “More, you need to stretch me, put more inside of me.” Angelo nodded and added more lube as he did as requested. At this stage he couldn’t deny Marlowe anything.
“Don’t stop,” Marlowe protested when he removed his fingers. “I won’t.” He fumbled with the condom until it fit snuggly on his rock hard cock. Angelo freaked for a fraction of a second as he lined up his cock and pushed in until he was balls deep.
“Love you,” Marlowe whispered against his neck. It was all he needed in encouragement as he began thrusting hard and fast. Marlowe wrapped his legs around Angelo’s waist and his arms around his back and clung tight. Feeling Marlowe tighten around his cock made his balls ache, his orgasm racing through his body. “Marlowe!” Angelo shouted out his name as he came the hardest and longest that he ever had in his life his cock pulsing as it filled the condom. Marlowe cried out as he painted both their stomachs with his own release.
Marlowe hissed as Angelo pulled out of him. Getting up, Angelo stumbled out of the room, coming back condom free and with a warm washer he tenderly wiped Marlowe’s body clean. Tossing the washer towards the door, he climbed back into bed.
Marlowe snuggled against him. Angelo clung tight, his hands running all over Marlowe’s back. He would think about what all this meant tomorrow. He had just had the best sex of his life... with another man. Angelo fell asleep to the sounds of Marlowe’s soft snores in his ear.
Chapter Five
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