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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Silver Flash: Lust Never Sleeps #7: Soaring Hearts
Happy Wednesday and welcome to another Silver Flash! This week's prompts come to us from Prompt Diva Pender Mackie: "I can't believe I didn't know that about you." or "Anyone ever tell you you're a Grade A _____?" Fill in the blank. or "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
And our fearless leader, Ryssa the Wise, has granted us this alternative prompt: He/she was so tired he/she could have ...
Hmmm, very interesting possibilities there, don't you think?
This week my series Lust Never Sleeps continues with Darryl and Sawyer up in the air, headed where? Find out, if you dare! Then be sure to check out the other Silver Flashers, links to which are to be found at the bottom of this post! So now, without further ado, I bring you
Darryl clung to Sawyer’s muscular thigh for dear life as the car continued its amazing ascent, the heart on the back of his hand burning even brighter, pulsating. He didn’t have time to worry about that, though. His concerns
were more for falling out of the sky because dammit, cars didn’t fly!
Apparently, this one did.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked, although he needed to clear his throat mid-way through his protest, as his voice was about an octave above its normal timber. The words seemed gruffer than he intended, so he instantly backpedaled to, “I mean, I can’t believe I didn’t know that aboutyou. Er… the car. I mean…”At that point, he gave up the idea of speaking intelligibly, and leaned against Sawyer, eyes shut tight. He felt Sawyer’s hand upon his own, a caressing gesture that set his very soul on fire, and yet managed to soothe as well as excite.
It was some time later that Darryl found the courage to open his eyes once more. He saw immediately that they were still somewhere in the firmament, high above the earth. Just how high, he did not know, and he wasn’t sure he cared to know. He focused his attention instead on the sexy man who was driving this jalopy. Er, flying machine. Whatever it was.
Maybe it was time to play twenty questions.
“How are we flying?” he asked, attempting to make his voice sound as casual as possible, as if he weren’t frightened out of his wits, and terribly confused at this strange turn of events.
“To be honest, I don’t understand the mechanics,” Sawyer confessed. “I’m not really one to get my hands dirty with that sort of thing.”
Darryl found his glance going to those slender hands, remembering how good they’d felt the night before.
“Sue takes care of all that sort of thing. I’m simply the pilot.”
“You do this often?”
“Often enough. Sue can be rather stubborn at times, but she has a good heart.”
“So you know what you’re doing. Good to know.” He took a moment to dart cautious glances about him, at the vehicle in which they were apparently flying, although it was an automobile, no mistake about that. But no use arguing the point, as it was definitely in the air and locomoting toward… somewhere. It was open to the air, as in the manner of an old jalopy, but Darryl saw what he thought was probably a top that could be raised if the situation warranted it. Which meant they wouldn’t be rained on. Good to know. The front side was wide and comfortable, he had to admit, and allowed him to remain in close proximity to Sawyer. No argument there.
They were going at a fairly comfortable rate of speed. Darryl risked a glance at the speedometer before he realized that was only useful on land, and probably had nothing to calculate knots, or whatever air speed was measured in. To his surprise, he saw that there were extra numbers on the dial. What it meant, though, he had no idea. It didn’t feel too fast, and that was what mattered most.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Sawyer said. It was hard to read his expression; the goggles served to hide his beautiful eyes, but his lovely lips were curved into a smile, and Darryl could fairly feel the heat which emanated from the other man’s body. He guessed that he must enjoy flying. Personally, Darryl did not.
In fact, he found it disconcerting to be closer to the clouds than he’d ever imagined being, or ever wanted to be. Well above treetops and buildings they were, which was a relief. Darryl hoped they’d not run into a stubborn mountaintop along the way. At the same time, he wondered what the people below must make of the sight of their little odyssey?
“Camouflage,” Sawyer said. Darryl stared at him. “They don’t see us the way we do, they see something entirely different.”
“What do they see?” Darryl asked curiously.
“Whatever they want to see. Bird, plane. Or nothing at all.” Sawyer turned his attention to Darryl, cupping his cheek and drawing him close for a kiss. Darryl heard himself moan at the contact, surprised at how badly he wanted to be with Sawyer. He’d never felt this way before, and it was throwing him for a definite loop. Darryl’s head spun, and not just from the height.
When he reached out for Sawyer’s cheek, he was reminded that he had more questions to ask.
“What’s this?” He turned his hand about for Sawyer’s inspection. The heart seemed to pulse brighter, the closer he held it to the handsome blond.
“That, my dear Darryl, is what says you’re mine,” Sawyer replied. “It’s the proof of our bonding, the visual evidence of the red string that binds us.”
It sounded romantic enough. The words alone made Darryl’s heart beat faster. Yet he couldn’t help but evince a certain healthy skepticism.
“I’ve never seen this happen before. I’m not exactly a virgin, you know. I’ve been with other guys.”
“I know, so have I!” Sawyer sounded downright exultant. “That’s the point. It only happens once in a lifetime. We were meant to be together, obviously.”
“You knew that, then, when you accosted me at Hannagan’s?”
“Accosted?” Sawyer’s eyebrows drew up, his brown eyes twinkling. “I prefer the word seduced. And no, I didn’t know. Not then. Not til the bed. That was my first clue?”
“What was your second?”
“The way my heart beats faster every time I do this.” Sawyer pushed a button, which released his harness. He then proceeded to do the same for Darryl, winding his arms about the dark haired man, their lips coming together. Darryl felt himself becoming lost in that touch, already so familiar, and so welcome. Somehow Sawyer Thomas made him feel safe and warm.
A sudden honk drew his attention. It was another airborne vehicle!
to be continued
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