Page 27 of Molly Boys

His mind was a pleasant haze as arousal danced low in his groin. Loosening his trousers, he reached in for his cock, dragging it from his smalls and giving it a lazy stroke until it began to plump up. David opened his mouth to engulf the head of Ev’s cock. Drawing him further into the hot cavern of his mouth, the suction stiffening Ev to full hardness.

Ev let his head fall back as the other man pleasured him with his talented and eager mouth. Reaching his arms up over his head, he gripped the top of his chair and his eyes rolled.

The absinthe was obviously laced with something else. It took him under quickly. His mind swam in lazy circles as his gaze traced the glorious birds painted above him, their wings spread in flight and decorated with gold leaf. He watched as one by one they shivered and beat their wings in time to his heartbeat. Each delicate bird lifted off and slowly circled through the air, leaving in their wake a trail of golden dust which danced and swirled on the still-warm air.

The birds hovered in the air in front of Ev’s eyes like tiny golden hummingbirds until his cock throbbed and his stomach clenched tightly. His sudden release ripped through him. He felt David massage his balls as he swallowed loudly in the silence of the room, the only other sounds a slick rhythm of a fist beating flesh and then the grunt of David’s completion.

Vaguely aware of his spent prick being tucked back into his trousers, Ev continued to observe the beautiful birds dance in the air as the absinthe flowed through his veins like a river.

He felt a light kiss brushed against his mouth and a whispered thank you, but he was already spiralling further down into his hallucination and could not respond beyond a nod. The cherry blossoms adorning the silk wallpaper of the walls began to spill down the walls, fluttering to the floor until the polished wood and Persian rugs were covered with delicate petals.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there but even as he was surrounded by the beauty, he became painfully aware of the void somewhere inside him, a space filled with emptiness that no amount of drugs or alcohol or pleasurable company had ever been able to fill. He couldn’t put a name to it, that dark space inside him, but it filled him with loneliness and a longing for… something.

His skin prickled uncomfortably and so he pushed himself up out of the chair. Looking around, he realised David was gone; he was alone… again… like always.

The room tilted as he moved one foot and then the other. He needed to get out of this room, the stench of the cherry blossoms was overwhelming, heavy, choking. He needed air, he needed to get out.

He staggered from the room and turned blindly down the corridor.

7

Everett stumbled out into the dark street and blinked his heavy eyes as he tried to place his location. He’d used a different exit from Mother Clap’s as The Fighting Cock was an entrance only. Now, due to the lateness of the hour and his absinthe-soaked mind, he wasn’t sure where he was.

A violent shiver wracked his body and he realised he’d left without his overcoat or his hat. He turned to look behind him but already couldn’t recall the building he’d exited from. All he could see was a snow-dusted narrow backstreet bracketed by tall walls and gated yards.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to find his way back into Mother Clap’s in his current state, he set off at a stumble. The buildings loomed on either side of the narrow street, dark and foreboding. His head swam and he tilted slightly, his balance shifting with the movement until he fell against a nearby wall. His skin prickled, not from the cold but from the sudden curious sensation of being watched.

Lifting his heavy head, his eyes narrowed as he tried to focus. He found himself opposite an alley blanketed in total darkness, a void between two grimy, soot-stained buildings. Clutching the wall, he swallowed in an attempt to ease his dry throat. His head spun again and his vision dimmed slightly as he stared at the narrow passageway.

Shadows crawled down the buildings’ walls, clawing at the dirty bricks in their descent and making the structures look as if they were behind slick waterfalls. A greasy black smoke crept from the narrow alley, spilling toward him in winding tendrils.

Ev pushed himself from the wall, swaying slightly as his addled brain tried to make sense of what he was seeing. He took a stumbling step closer to the mouth of the alley. There was something there, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t quite make it out. Whatever it was, it was huge, a giant straight from the fairy tales he’d been read as a child. His heart hammered in his chest as the shadow shifted and two glowing eyes filled with a desperate hunger appeared in the darkness.

Beneath the layer of drug-laced alcohol, Ev’s mind screamed at him to run.

He stumbled backwards and tripped over his feet on the uneven cobblestones. His stomach clenched in fear, his heart jolted in his chest, and he let out a gasp as he felt something grab him from behind.

“Ev!” Francis’ familiar voice washed over him. He turned his head abruptly and caught the familiar and comforting scent of bergamot and the warmth of his friend’s arms in his heavy overcoat as he held Ev upright. “Thank goodness I found you,” Francis admonished gently. “You shouldn’t have left on your own and without your coat too! Are you trying to freeze to death?”

Over Francis’ shoulder, Ev noticed Dickie hovering close by and handing Francis a bundle of heavy fabric which turned out to be Ev’s coat. Francis set him on his feet and put his coat on him, fastening the buttons as if he were a child, all the while chattering away.

“You’re lucky one of the servants saw you leaving and informed me. It was time for Dickie and me to leave anyway.” Francis chuckled quietly as he fastened the last couple of buttons. “The entertainment degenerated into an orgy the Romans would’ve been proud of. However, it’s really not for me…” He wrinkled his nose. “I do like several partners at the same time, but this was something else, far too many limbs and appendages. It gets confusing. Besides, Darling Dickie was starting to look awfully scandalised.”

Unable to help himself, Ev glanced back at the dark alley. There was nothing there, just plain ordinary darkness, no glowing eyes, no smoky vines creeping from its mouth, no huge waterfalls of blackened smog creeping down the bricks.

Francis grasped his chin and turned his face back toward his own as he studied Ev’s eyes. “What have you taken?” He leaned in and sniffed Ev’s breath. “Absinthe?” He shook his head and frowned. “You should know better, Ev. You know Louie laces his absinthe with cocaine along with god knows what else. I bet you’re seeing fairies right now, aren’t you?”

“Do you need some help, my lord?” Dickie spoke softly.

“Grab his other arm,” Francis instructed. The two men grasped Ev’s arms and slung them over their shoulders to steady him. “Louie dispatched one of his runners for the carriage. It should be at the end of the street waiting for us,” Francis said soothingly as they set off at a brisk pace, taking Ev’s weight between them as he stumbled along. “Don’t worry, we’ll see you home.”

He let Francis’ words wash over him, smooth out all of his tension, but as they neared the end of the street and the safety of the carriage, Ev couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that something unnatural still lurked out there in the darkness.

* * *

He slunk back into the deep shadows of the alley as the three men set off down the street, but his hungry eyes remained locked on the beautiful blonde man.

His stomach burned with a dreadful longing and his huge meaty hands twitched with the need to reach out and touch him, to take him, to sate the craving inside, the one never satisfied however many beautiful men he took.