Ciaran walked to the sofa, his face beaming with a shy, sweet smile. "Hi, I'm here," he whispered as he nervously bit his full lower lip.
"I see." Andreas smiled. "Sit, mio bello ragazzo. Relax." Andreas sensed Ciaran's nervous excitement as was happy that Ciaran was so eager. "It seems like we've waited so long for this. You are happy that the time has finally arrived"?
Ciaran was unable to speak but his smile had not left his face. He nodded his head.
"Would you like some Grand Marnier"? Again Ciaran nodded his head.
"This is going to be a very dull evening if you don't find your tongue, my Darling."
"Sorry, I'm a little bit nervous."
"Why"?
Ciaran shrugged his shoulders. He hoped Andreas would not question him further.
Andreas leaned forward to pour the liqueur from the cut crystal decanter on the coffee table. The light from the fire played on the facets in the glass. He handed the drink to Ciaran, who sat perched on the edge of the sofa looking as if he would bolt out of the room at a moment's notice. "What is there to be nervous about? You've been with men before."
Ciaran bit his lip but did not reply.
"When I met you a month ago, you had been out for about six months." Ciaran nodded his head.
"I know about three boyfriends but how many men have you been with altogether"?
"What do you mean by 'been with'"?
Andreas was slightly irritated by the question. "How many men have you had sex with"?
"Define sex," Ciaran replied, afraid to look up at Andreas.
Andreas was always anxious during the the time of the full moon and this time he could not hide his annoyance. "Fucking, Ciaran. How many men have fucked you in your ass"?
Ciaran sank back on the sofa. He bit his lip to stop it from trembling. Tears welled up in his eyes. "None," he almost said -- the words stuck at the lump in his throat.
"What did you say"?
"None, Okay? I'm a virgin." Ciaran was both hurt and angry at being forced to confess what he thought was a shortcoming.
"How can that be, two of the three were vampires and I am sure they were not about to leave a beautiful young man like you untouched."
Sunday, August 9, 2009
The First Time, Part 1
The afternoon was cold and bright as the car pulled up to the luxurious 5th Avenue apartment building. A doorman rushed out to open the car door for Ciaran and, although he had never been there before, the doorman knew his name.
"Good afternoon, Mr. O'Donnell, we've been expecting you." Ciaran stepped out of the car and strode to the lobby entrance, where another doorman awaited him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. O'Donnell," he echoed his partner. "Please take the elevator to the Penthouse."
"Thank you," Ciaran replied as he entered the building. Each step he took brought with it a rise in the nervous excitement that had been growing steadily within him all day. He had waited a month for this -- no, he had waited a lifetime.
As he stepped out of the elevator, the door to Andreas's apartment was opened for him. "Hello Ciaran, good to see you again." It was Charles, Andreas's... whatever! Ciaran had asked Andreas what Charles did and Andreas had answered that he did what was needed. In time, Ciaran would come to understand what he meant. Charles had been with Andreas for almost 40 years, always in the background, unobtrusive but ever present.
"Nice to see you again, Charles."
"Andreas will be so happy that you are here," Charles said as he took Ciaran's coat. Charles was dressed in black slacks and a white shirt. He wore black slippers of the softest leather and he offered a similar pair to Ciaran. "We don't wear our street shoes in the house." Ciaran slipped off his comfortable old boots and Charles took them, being careful not to show his dismay -- they badly needed a polishing.
Ciaran took in his surroundings. He was in a circular foyer, two stories high and almost as big as his entire apartment. Facing the door was a wide staircase and on either side of the staircase were entranceways leading into an elegantly appointed living room spanning the width of the building. Two doors to the right and left led to the kitchen and library, respectively.
"Why don't you go upstairs," said Charles. "Make a left and Andreas's room is at the end of the hall." Charles pointed to the door, visible because the hallway was actually a balcony looking out over the foyer.
"Thanks, Charles." Ciaran proceeded to the stairs and, as he climbed, he prayed that his knees would not buckle under him. As he turned to walk towards Andreas's room he glanced down at Charles and was met with a wry, knowing grin. He knocked softly on Andreas's door.
"Come in, Ciaran," he heard Andreas say. He opened the door to a large room, darkened to the obtrusive afternoon sunlight. Andreas was sitting on a sofa in front of a large fireplace. His back was to the door and he did not turn around. "Come, sit and talk for awhile."
"Good afternoon, Mr. O'Donnell, we've been expecting you." Ciaran stepped out of the car and strode to the lobby entrance, where another doorman awaited him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. O'Donnell," he echoed his partner. "Please take the elevator to the Penthouse."
"Thank you," Ciaran replied as he entered the building. Each step he took brought with it a rise in the nervous excitement that had been growing steadily within him all day. He had waited a month for this -- no, he had waited a lifetime.
As he stepped out of the elevator, the door to Andreas's apartment was opened for him. "Hello Ciaran, good to see you again." It was Charles, Andreas's... whatever! Ciaran had asked Andreas what Charles did and Andreas had answered that he did what was needed. In time, Ciaran would come to understand what he meant. Charles had been with Andreas for almost 40 years, always in the background, unobtrusive but ever present.
"Nice to see you again, Charles."
"Andreas will be so happy that you are here," Charles said as he took Ciaran's coat. Charles was dressed in black slacks and a white shirt. He wore black slippers of the softest leather and he offered a similar pair to Ciaran. "We don't wear our street shoes in the house." Ciaran slipped off his comfortable old boots and Charles took them, being careful not to show his dismay -- they badly needed a polishing.
Ciaran took in his surroundings. He was in a circular foyer, two stories high and almost as big as his entire apartment. Facing the door was a wide staircase and on either side of the staircase were entranceways leading into an elegantly appointed living room spanning the width of the building. Two doors to the right and left led to the kitchen and library, respectively.
"Why don't you go upstairs," said Charles. "Make a left and Andreas's room is at the end of the hall." Charles pointed to the door, visible because the hallway was actually a balcony looking out over the foyer.
"Thanks, Charles." Ciaran proceeded to the stairs and, as he climbed, he prayed that his knees would not buckle under him. As he turned to walk towards Andreas's room he glanced down at Charles and was met with a wry, knowing grin. He knocked softly on Andreas's door.
"Come in, Ciaran," he heard Andreas say. He opened the door to a large room, darkened to the obtrusive afternoon sunlight. Andreas was sitting on a sofa in front of a large fireplace. His back was to the door and he did not turn around. "Come, sit and talk for awhile."
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