Nick ran a shaking hand over the fabric over the suit he was wearing. The fine material felt good against his skin, but it wasn’t the best fit. But then again, it wasn’t his. He thanked Emilio with an unsteady voice before leaving the house. Chase nudged his hand and whined at him. Absently, he ran a hand across Chase’s fur until he stopped at the door to his truck, opening it to let the dog inside, pausing before climbing in himself. He sat still, in the mostly quiet of the truck’s cab, breathing as a way to focus, as a way to steady his shaking hands. When he felt he would be okay to drive, he started the vehicle, turned the headlights on, and made his way back to town.
His eyes remained focused on the road, pitch black from the night without even a hint of sun beginning to make twilight. Soon, but not quite yet. If he were lucky, and set a dozen alarms, he should be able to get an hour or two of sleep once he got home. He blinked for a moment, and abruptly swerved to stay on the road. If I make it home he sighed, refocusing. Were anyone to ask him at that moment, he would admit to being distracted – but he had to make it home. He concentrated for a minute and used magic to give him a jolt, in an effort to keep him awake.
His thoughts, secondary to focusing on the road, returned to what had happened with Brandon. That sly, devious kind of look on Brandon’s face after he’d turned and said “Be careful what you wish for.” played through his mind. The preternatural speed at which he’d moved, tearing Nick’s clothes from his body before knocking him backward to the ground. Then, the sex. It had been incredible, sending thrills throughout Nick. He could only imagine how much more enjoyable it might have been, had it been more sensual; less… animalistic.
That was why he shook – the rough intensity had only grown, and while the pleasure itself was insurmountable, that primal something frightened him. As time wore on, he had begun to realize that, had he wanted to stop, or had he never wanted it at all…if Brandon wanted it, he wouldn’t be able to do much to stop him, if anything at all. It frightened him to think of what all the vampire was capable of, if he chose to do so. It terrified him to even try to consider what might have happened, had Brandon not restrained himself.
He had been used, and whether it was to teach some kind of lesson, for pleasure, for amusement, for some combination or for something else he didn’t know, and didn’t want to fathom out. It frightened him a bit further to think that he might have enjoyed being used, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to go down a path like that. Maybe a voice in his head whispered. Or maybe only for him.
He pulled sharply into his parking space at his apartment complex, stopping the car and turning it off as he leaned forward, head bent at the steering wheel, his breath coming out in gasps from the shock at what the tiny voice had whispered. A hand lifted from the steering wheel, and shook slightly as fingers ran over the fabric of the suit again. Is this something I want to pursue? Do I want it to happen again? He wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard that tiny whisper say ‘yes’.