10/27/2014

Story Orgy Presents: Prince Charming #mmromance #storyorgy



Good morning Story Orgy readers! Welcome back to Monday!

Two new characters, an all new story. Well, not quite all new. Someone or two of you might recognize at its core a flash piece I wrote some time ago.





Prince Charming
copyright October @ Lee Brazil
Chapter One
“He reluctantly handed over”

Cold wetness seeped through the denim of my jeans, creating a trail of icy goose bumps all across my body.  
"Sorry." A strong, tanned hand dusted with fine dark hairs and blunt cut nails hovered in my field of vision. The tail end of what turned out to be a long, dramatic swirling tattoo just touched his wrist.
I stared, bemused. The hand wavered, then withdrew.
"Are you all right?"
Allowing my gaze to expand beyond the hand, which I suddenly couldn't believe I hadn't accepted, my jaw dropped. The man who'd crashed into me belonged anywhere on campus but barreling through the Language Arts department office door. He was young, broad, golden in hair and skin. A whole aura of Prince Charming hung about him, and my fingers suddenly itched to pick up a pencil and transcribe sonnets to his beauty and a character that I just knew was as lovely as his person.  "I'm okay." And so I would be, just as soon as my heart stopped racing and my vision returned to normal, because right now it seemed that somehow landing in a mop bucket on my ass had caused me to see blurred golden halos and narrowed my vision to a tiny circumference centered exactly on his concerned face.
He stood watching as I awkwardly fumbled my way out of the water, grimacing as the liquid dripped down my body. I had to give him credit though, true to the noble character my imagination had imbued him with, he didn't laugh at my predicament. I stood before him pretending to a sang froid that I had never felt in my life. Recalling that he had come from my office, I ventured to address the Prince. "Is there something I can assist you with?" I was late, having lost track of time in the upper rooms of the library, pouring over a volume of fifteenth century French poetry. I had interviews scheduled for interns for the fall semester, and I couldn't decide whether to hope he was or wasn't one of the candidates.
"Yeah," he breathed softly. Then before I had a moment to realize what he was about, soft plump lips brushed over mine, and a delicate tongue swiped a tender touch over my lips before he retreated. "I had an interview scheduled, but I think I changed my mind. I don't want the job."
Stunned, I wrestled the demon of desire his kiss had unleashed back under control. He wasn't a prince, but a demon sent straight from hell to tempt me to indiscretion. "You can have the job too." I heard the words, and couldn't believe they'd come from my mouth. No fucking way I wanted this man for my intern. And no way he could miss the implication, I was his for the taking.
Smiling gently, he combed his hand through my hair and cupped my cheek. "Oh hell no. No need to complicate the power dynamic between us."
"Then I have interviews."
"I'll wait."
“Um…” Wait? He was going to wait? For me? For what? “They could take all afternoon.” I licked my lips, tasting him there. Stifling a whimper, I shifted foot to foot.
“Hey, I don’t have anything else to do. Why don’t you go on and clean up?” The Prince nodded at the empty secretary’s desk behind me. “I’ll tell whoever comes for your next appointment that you’re detained for a minute.”
“I…” Was uncomfortable as hell. “Thank you.” Forcing myself to pass by The Prince without looking back over my shoulder was difficult. As in finding the Holy Grail difficult. Slaying dragons difficult. Fuck it. I sneaked a peek and caught him watching me, eyeing my ass as though it were something special. It wasn’t. I couldn’t ever lay any claim ot physical fitness, not like this paragon of masculinity. I had muscles, but mostly by default, from climbing stairs and racing around lost or tardy. Every year I resolved to join a gym and work out, or take up jogging or biking. Something physically active. But the bottom line was, I had never pursued fitness beyond actually joining a gym.
I had a huge collection of gym membership cards, but none of them had ever seen any action. Kind of like me.
“Yes?”
Startled back to awareness, I spun back around and headed into my office, my inner sanctum, my hidey hole, shutting the door firmly behind me. The soft chuckle I heard on the other side of the door wasn’t malicious or unkind. It didn’t remind me of the mocking laughter of my classmates decades earlier or the wicked humor some of my students displayed. I’d been the butt of enough cruel jokes over the years to recognize that when I heard it.
This laughter was heart warming and arousing. It reminded me of the soothing hugs my mother had given, the tender promise of support and understanding.
Fortunately for me, clumsiness was a common enough occurrence that I did indeed have a change of clothes in my office. Clean jeans and a dry t-shirt were folded on the bookshelf, under a copy of Chaucer that I’d had since my own undergraduate days, a gift from a favorite professor. One who had perhaps been more of a hindrance than a help, though I’d had the biggest crush on him at the time of our liaison.
In fact, Jay Sinclair was probably the basis for my reluctance to take this Prince on as an intern. I’d been in that position, sleeping with someone who was in a position of authority over me. We’d both claimed that it wouldn’t affect our professional relationship...but it had. How could it not? It was actually a relief that the golden prince didn’t expect to work with me.
I couldn’t imagine anything more guaranteed to distract me from my work than that beautiful tanned skin, those thick muscles...Damn it!
A sharp rap on the door drew me back from the lure of his body. His...I hadn’t even had the forethought to get his name! My potential new lover…
Scratch that. His intent had been clear. My new lover had to go by some name, other than Prince. The knock sounded again. Grimacing, I yanked the door open and met his amused gaze. “What’s your name, anyway?” I demanded.
“Lucas Thorne.” He handed me a stack of papers. “I took the liberty of removing my resume from that pile. You won’t need it. Also, your second appointment is late, so I’ll inform him when he gets here that he is out of the running.”
“Oh.” I glanced down at the papers, without seeing them. I knew breaking eye contact was just a ploy, a lame attempt to disguise the way my heart had tripped at his commanding attitude, the way he just took charge and assumed that of course I wouldn’t want to hire a man who was tardy to his interview.
Punctuality was probably a good thing, but I’d never before felt qualified to criticize anyone on that aspect of their performance, as I myself was notoriously loose with times. “Er…” Lucas probably should know that about me before he decided that we were going to do this thing, shouldn't he?
“You haven't changed yet,” he chided. “Go on.” He accompanied the words with another one of those poetic little smiles that made my brain freeze and my belly burn.
“Yes.” I stumbled backward into the office, and Lucas closed the door again. This time, I forced myself to change, but the whole while that I was stripping off the wet jeans and underwear and replacing them with the clean dry ones, my ears strained to catch any hints to what activities were occurring in the outer office. Like a teenager, I craved the sound of his voice already, and every time I thought I heard the deep tones, my heart throbbed in the back of my throat.
This couldn't really be happening to me, could it?
Hot young men didn’t just...claim me.
I wasn’t the type to attract a lot of attention, on the short side of average, the thin side of fit, the … boring side of intellectual. Not that he could know that, because all I’d managed was to sound like an idiot when we spoke anyway.
He knocked on the door again, and this time I was ready. “Come in.”I called, kicking my wet clothes under the desk.
“I’ve explained to Simon that you aren’t interested in an intern who cannot tell time, but he insists on hearing it from you. Would you mind?” The charming smile wasn’t in evidence now. His voice was steely and resolved, and his shoulders tense. I was suddenly determined to do whatever was necessary to bring back the relaxed, pleasant smile, the air of easy going authority.
“Certainly.” Brushing my hands together, I approached the doorway. Lucas held his position long enough that I brushed against him. The heat of his body was stunning, even through our clothes I could feel a fingle of awareness, just zipping through me. It went straight to my most sensitive spots, tickling at the back of my balls, tightening my throat and belly. I gasped, shocked at the rawness of the feelings, the overwhelming power of that brief touch.
Lucas fell back, extending a hand to indicate a young man standing by the desk, fairly bristling with resentment. I blinked at him, probably much like an owl or a mole caught in the headlights of a car as it crosses the road “You’re um…” My scrambled brains fought to recall the name of the man. Lucas had just mentioned it, hadn’t he? “Simon?”
“I have an appointment for an interview. I came a long way.” He cast an angry glance at Lucas, and it was my turn to bristle.
“As Lucas just told you, I don’t have any need for an intern who isn’t punctual.” I was proud of the way the words sounded, calm, logical. The truth was I felt far from either. If it hadn’t been for the stern expression on Lucas’s lovely face, I’d have hired the man on the spot just to have the tedious chore over with so I could be alone with Lucas again.
“I’m not that late.” Simon argued, and suddenly I lost all patience.
“You’re too late. And my next appointment is due in just a few minutes. If I interviewed you now, then every one of my interviews will be late.” Sourly, I offered a compromise that I didn’t really like. “If you wait until the last of the interviews, and none of them suit me, then I’ll interview you .”
“I have another appointment.” He sneered. “I can’t wait.”
Lucas stepped into the breach, blocking my view of the snooty applicant. “Then you’re wasting our time.”
Somehow, I'm not entirely sure just how, whether he manhandled Simon or just outmaneuvered him, Lucas had the man on the other side of the door before I realized what was happening. I blinked at him, suddenly sure that the absolute best candidate for the job was standing in front of me. “Are you sure you don’t want this job?” I reluctantly offered.
“Positive.” He stepped back in close, not even bothering to close the door or hide his intent. Again, our lips met, and this time the kiss was longer, more … everything. Our teeth actually clinked together, my lips felt hot and bruised, and …
I was hiring the next damn person that walked through that door, just so Lucas and I could go explore this lust in greater depth.


Chapter Two
He was stunned.

He was stunned. I could tell by the way his jaw hung slightly open and his gaze wandered from me to the office door, which had just closed behind one Esme Cortez, my brand new intern for the next semester. “You...did you even look at her resume?” He demanded.
“Yes,” Just long enough to find her name and ascertain that she was indeed a Masters candidate at the school. “Can we go now?”
His blue eyes lingered on the door. A frown drew thick brows together. My heart faltered in its frantic race to beat its way out of my breast. He was… displeased?
The urge to appease took over me, I began to tremble. “I--”
“We’ll see how she does.” He turned back to me, caught my hand. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Shaking my head, I dismissed the instinct to cower. Visions of a glowering face, the faintest echoes my father’s angry voice faded. This wasn’t like that. I hadn’t… He wasn’t…
“Professor? Don?” He snapped his fingers in front of my face and I pushed those memories away, buried them as deeply as I could, behind music that I loved and books that had saved me from moments of terror, behind smiles that were freely shared with strangers and years of academic life that were not soaked in fear.
“Yes, Lucas… Where should we go?” A new fear appeared… Didn’t they always? What if we weren’t compatible? If he say...liked hanging out at sports bars or the club scene?
“Your place?” He suggested smoothly. “I have roommates, or I’d say my place.”
Of course he wasn’t going to suggest some frat boy hangout. He’s an English major, dumbass. “Sure.” I tried playing off suave again, but the closest I could get to that was Maxwell Smart. James Bond was a dream life away. “Did you drive over?”
“I can follow you…”
If I let him go, he’d have the opportunity to change his mind, to realize how ridiculous it was for him to want me. “I’m parked in the faculty lot.” I patted down my pockets, searching for the keys to my Audi, conscious of his gaze on me as I did. “I can give you a lift to your car and you can follow me home from there.”

TO BE CONTINUED 

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2 comments:

  1. Thanks for this. Looking forward to the next installment!

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  2. Oh my, this is going to be interesting! I can't wait to see what happens when they get to Don's house. Bring on the next scene!

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