Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (19 page)

cotton for the way to his hole, and laid a vibrating finger against it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”

His body was blindingly white in Enamorada’s midday sun. His

skin as light as mine was dark. I brushed my hand over his chest and

abs to marvel at the contrast. When I reached his navel, I stuck a

finger in and altered my vibrations again.

“Mph!” His hips wiggled between the two points where I touched.

“Oh, Scar!”

I pressed in a little both ways and watched him squirm. He had his

head thrown back, and I swear I think he drooled.

I know his cock was drooling, because I saw the wet tip pulse,

trying to break free of his underpants. That was too beautiful a sight to

resist. I took my hand off his belly and slipped it through the leg of his

underwear. I gripped his cock, so warm and slick and hard, and used

my thumb to find the little seam there under his head. And when I did,

bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!

“Ghk!” Dano made his own choked noises and began to thrash.

Gushes of hot semen pumped out to coat my hand and his dick and

balls inside the steamy tent of his jockeys.

After his little comment about me being so quick, I wanted some

revenge, so I held my vibration against him until he physically shoved

me away.

We were laughing and looking into one another’s eyes as he came

down.

Then he took my hand and held my gaze as he licked his cum

from it.

“I still think I love you, you know,” I said.

“Mmm?”

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“You’re a hero, kind of.” I moved in close to his body again, just

not nailed against his crotch this time, so that I could stroke that

flaming red hair. “Can you give up working with the criminals? Make

it so it’s okay for us to visit?”

He let me take my wet hand back. “What, so you can stay in

Liberty and Justice? And we’ll just sneak around?”

“Um… Yeah, I guess. What else can we do? I’ve got a duty to –”

”
No
. Duty…! Don’t tell me you buy that God and Country shit.”

I was taken aback. Surely he didn’t think I’d throw in with the

villains just so we could fuck! “Well, what then?”

“Duty! Think about who you work for, Oscar. What would happen

if you showed up at the Hall of Freedom holding my hand? You’re

military! Is there
any
liberty or justice for you? Would they ignore it –

don’t ask don’t tell? Or would they boot you?”

What he didn’t say, what I’m sure he was thinking just like me is:

If they booted me, maybe it would be with discharge papers like a

regular servicemember. Maybe it would be with my name on a black

list at the Department of Metahuman Affairs.

“They need me,” I said, but it was weak. “They wouldn’t….”

“Sure, possibly. And if they looked the other way, what justice

would that be for all the people like us whose careers were ruined?

Could you forget that?”

No, I couldn’t. “Oh, Dano. You’re supposed to be the bad guy

here, not me.”

“Yeah, well, things aren’t always what they seem. I gotta tell you

something, Scar, but you have to keep it a deep, deep secret. Okay?”

“Yes.” I took his hand, clasped it to my chest. “You know I will.”

“I do. Okay. The thing is, I’m not a bad guy. I’m a mole. I can’t tell

you all about it, but we’re after somebody big. Can you believe that

much? That there are good guys who don’t work for the official

authorities?”

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Oh man, did I want to believe. More than that, I had the glimmer

of a reason why I
should
believe. “That day. How did you know about

New York?”

“I think you can guess who told me.”

“Yeah. The Superior Intellect.” It was way more than just the

Department of Defense’s best computer. If something was going on in

the shadows of our government, a conspiracy making use of super-

powered criminals, the Superior Intellect would know. And it might

have started its own super-spy network to protect us all.

“Uh-huh. You can call and confirm when you put your comm

back on. It agreed to let me tell you this stuff.”

I was sure it would check out. Blue Streak was a hero. My Dano

was a hero.

“Okay,
querido
, let’s say I quit Liberty and Justice like you so

obviously hope.” He smiled, gorgeous as ever. “What stops Superego

from rifling through my mind to rip out the secret of your identity?

Can your people protect both our families?”

“Sure. And don’t worry about Superego. He’s our mole on your

team.”

“Jesus!”

“Oscar, I still have stuff to teach you about our powers. I want – I

need
to keep you in one piece whether you join my team or not. Will

you at least let me show you that?”

My chronometer said we had almost two minutes left of our five. I

looked down to the stunning white beach below and the waves

making their glacial progress toward it. I didn’t want this to end.

“Actually, let’s make a new plan,” I said. “Step one: Get protection

in place for my family.”

“Done, soon as I put my comm back on.”

“Great. Then we can do step two: Try out your little fantasy of

showing up at the Hall of Freedom holding hands.”

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He laughed. “Wow, you don’t fuck around! But it would be fun to

see their faces.”

“Yeah, especially when I quit and tell Adonis to kiss my ass. The

thing about teaching me to use my powers better? That’s step four.”

“Okay. I’ll bite. What’s step three?”

“It’s the one that got delayed a little while. It involves a hotel room

and a whole bunch of kissing. I’m thinking we borrow a bed for thirty

minutes at the Burj Dubai.”

“Thirty minutes…! We could try so many things….”

I rushed to put my suit on while he marveled at thoughts of what

two healthy young supermen with vibey cocks could do in such a

luxury of time. Then I threw him his uniform, yelled “Race ya!” and

took a cheating head start.

Cos I am just that evil.

THE END

This story is dedicated to Richard Goodman.

Author bio:
Charles Edward and his spouse are among the

18,000 same-sex couples wed in California before the passage of

Proposition 8. They are recent empty-nesters who live in a drafty

house near Knoxville, Tennessee, where there are two good ways to

stay warm during the winter. One is to sit in front of the space heater

and write.

Twitter: _CharlesEdward_

Blog: writer-charles-edward.blogspot.com

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L.C. Chase.

Jump First
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Valentin’s Day
(bittersweet fantasy) both available

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In the Darkness
(fantasy, sword-and-sorcery) coming in

August 2011 from www.loose-id.com