Free Raven's Rest by Stephen Osborne Page B

secure about being able to look up into his face. I did notice that he had slight bags under his eyes, making me wonder if he’d been getting enough rest, and that he needed to trim his nose hairs. These imperfections, far from putting me off, made me like him even more. He was human. Not perfect by any means.
    He slowly removed my glasses. “I don’t think we’ll be needing these,” he said as he set them on the nightstand.
    “Where did you go?” I said jokingly, patting the bedclothes at my sides theatrically, like I couldn’t tell he was on top of me.
    “Funny,” Trey said.
    We kissed again, and I fought the urge to just rip his jeans off him. His skin was so warm against mine, and he touched like he knew just where I liked to be touched. Trey raised himself off me slightly to run his fingers over my abdomen. Finally he gently groped my crotch. Again he looked at me questioningly, clearly wondering if he was going too far too fast.
    I kicked off my sneakers. “Let’s get comfortable,” I said. Meaning naked.
    Trey grinned and twisted off me. He was wearing black boots, so he had to unlace them before they’d come off. Once they were off, I saw he was sporting black socks as well. I should have known. He started to pull these off, but our lips hadn’t been touching for what seemed ages, so I pulled him back on top of me, and we kissed. More groping ensued, and somehow I got his belt buckle undone and slipped my hand down inside his jeans. Getting past the elastic band of his underwear was difficult, but I was determined. Finally I brushed my fingers against his erection.
    He pulled his lips off mine and gasped. Then he grinned mischievously. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you walked into the cafe that first day.”
    “Were you going to wait until we got somewhere private, or do me right there in front of the customers?”
    “Right then, of course. You know how I like to shock people.”
    He’d undone my jeans and chose that moment to grasp my cock. Trey didn’t go for a light, gentle touch either. He made damn sure I knew I’d been grabbed, and tightly. Cocky little bastard. I was too horny to notice a little pain, however.
    “You just shocked me, I think.” I whispered the words.
    He squeezed harder, his eyes gleaming. “Good. I like to know I’ve got your attention.”
    We were now pretty much side by side to allow access to each other’s genitals. Trey released his grip on my dick and cupped my face in his hands. Much as I liked feeling his hands on my erection, I decided he could touch me anywhere and it would send delicious shivers down my spine. He kissed me gently.
    “I really like you, Michael,” he said.
    “And I—”
    The lightbulb in the lamp on the nightstand exploded.
    “What the—” Trey exclaimed as the bulb in the overhead fixture shattered as well, with a loud popping sound. The lamp on the desk went too, plunging us into darkness. Trey rolled off me, and I could see the shock in his face, as there was just enough moonlight coming in through the window.
    “My God,” I whispered.
    Maybe I had been too immersed in my own lust to notice that there’d been a change in the room. Now, though, I could feel the cold and that sense that we weren’t alone. I sat up, reaching out for Trey’s hand. He grasped it hard, and I could see him looking around the room, waiting for whatever came next.
    “Ah, shit!” he yelled, pulling his hand free and putting it up to his cheek.
    “What is it?” I demanded.
    “Something fucking scratched me!”
    I tried to grab Trey’s face to turn it toward the window so I could see if, indeed, he’d been scratched, but he was too freaked out and batted my hands away. And then I looked over Trey’s shoulder and saw a misty figure standing by the bed.
    It was Coleman Hollis. He wasn’t solid, and there was no color to him. Just a pale figure. I couldn’t even see his legs. Below his waist, there was just mist. But all I needed to see