Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland #11

Happy Wednesday, time for another Wednesday Briefs! We have another Flash Virgin with us today, welcome if you will Scarlett Knight! If anyone is interested in being a Briefer, just let me know. Everyone is welcome!

This week's prompts were:  Use food in an erotic manner or  Use: Sims, emu and gratuity  or "I got records on my fingers and I just can't stop"  (courtesy of my daughter Sarah)  or  use some sort of dance.


As you'll recall from last week's episode of Dallas in Wonderland, Dallas and the mysterious Dr. Levi have met again. Find out what happens!

Dallas in Wonderland #11

Dallas felt as though his body were on auto pilot, impetuously reacting to the dulcet tones of the sexy Dr. Levi. His very touch induced a wanton neediness inside of him. A neediness Dallas hadn’t been aware he possessed. Warmth crept through Dallas’ limbs, his mouth parted breathily, as he leaned back toward him, wanting more. So much more.

Dr. Levi traced Dallas’ lips with one slender finger. Dallas felt his cock twitch in response. He turned his head toward the doctor, the need to be kissed overriding everything else. When their lips met, an electrical surge pulsed through his body, his moans muffled in the doctor’s mouth.

The jolting of the bus brought Dallas back to reality, dampening his lust and giving his brain a chance to function. He exchanged the warm and fuzzies that were toasting his soul with his need to know just what was going on, and who was this man who’d thrown him into such a tizzy. He had a right to know.

Before he could get out a word, Dr. Levi laid his finger across Dallas’ lips. “Not here,” he whispered. “Come with me.” He rose in a sensually sinuous motion, reaching for the cord, signaling his desire to depart to the driver. The bus jerked in response, but the graceful figure never lost its balance. The vehicle came to a relatively smooth stop, brakes squealing, hydraulics whistling as the doors automatically opened.  Dr. Levi stood poised inside them, his topaz eyes fixed on Dallas. Like a puppet, Dallas rose from his seat and exited the bus, his gaze riveted on the plait of auburn hair which fell down the doctor’s back.

Quickening his steps, Dallas caught up with the other man, falling into step beside him. He took a good long look at him for the first time. The doctor was resplendent in blue today. A royal blue duster fell to the middle of his booted calves; beneath it a teal velvet waistcoat over a pale blue shirt that was almost silver. Aquamarine pants completed the ensemble. On him the cacophony of blues looked—amazing.

“Where’d you come from?” Dallas blurted out at last, finding his tongue.

Dr. Levi reached for his hand, tucked it companionably into the crook of his arm. Without immediately answering, he turned their steps down a nearby side street lined with modest, middle-class, ranch style homes.

Dallas felt frustrated. Furious. Confused. And at the same time completely content to be in Dr. Levi’s company once more. He didn’t understand why the doctor made him feel this way. He didn’t even know him. Not really. And yet he felt drawn to him by a force he could not withstand.

When they turned onto a private street, Dallas realized now where they were. The more upscale homes in this area were leased by the university and in turn were leased to some of its professors. Especially those who came to teach for only a semester or two. Students were not allowed to be lessees; that was strictly against school policy. Dallas had not had occasion to be here before. Why was Doctor Levi here, he wondered.

The homes were farther apart, with uniformly trimmed lawns and hedges. The same expensive, modern style of architecture, nothing newer than twenty years old, representative of the current trends in upper class housing.  Nothing particularly distinguishable or original. Nice and neat little Stepford homes, all in a row.

So what were they doing there?

Stopping at one of the homes in question, they turned up the conglomerate path which led to the door, past the stereotypical gas light which stood like a sentry on the lawn. Dr. Levi opened the dark oak door, waving Dallas in with a smile. He closed the door behind him, shutting out the light. Placing his hand on the small of Dallas’ back, he guided him toward the back of the house, into what appeared to be a den. Decorated entirely in browns and reds, shadowy objects hung upon the wall which revealed themselves, once Dr. Levi had started a fire within the fireplace grate, to be the heads of various types of animals. Dallas shivered at the sight.

As if in response, Dr. Levi wrapped his arms around Dallas, pulling him into his embrace. He burrowed his face against the doctor’s shoulder, inhaling his scent. The sensual voice pulled him back to the present.

“How is your nephew?”

Dallas took a deep breath, and stepped back, out of the sphere of influence of those warm arms. He needed to think clearly, and he couldn’t do it there.

“He’s good,” Dallas replied, almost tersely, trying to sort out his thoughts and force them into coherent questions. That wasn’t as easy as it sounded; he was perilously close to ripping off every last stitch of Dr. Levi’s blue outfit … or his own clothes… or both.

“The other night,” he tentatively began, other thoughts and questions intruding. “Is this your house?” he finished, surprised. That hadn’t been what he’d meant to ask.

“No, I’m house sitting. For a friend.” Dr. Levi’s smile was quiet, but effective. Dallas felt his heart melting inside his chest.

At first Dallas thought that the music was inside his head—slow and sensual, almost film noirish. Muted trumpets and smooth jazz.  But when their bodies began to move together in a syncopated two-step, he realized it was really playing. But how?

“Dr. Lev—“, he began. The doctor stopped his words with a kiss.

“Call me Samuel, please.”

“Samuel,” he concurred, the word sending frissons of pleasure along his tongue. “How… I mean… what…”

Samuel Levi gave him a lazy-lidded smile and pulled him tighter, so tight that Dallas felt his desire, echoing his own. He felt the doctor’s breath against his ear, as he whispered, "I got records on my fingers and I just can't stop."  

Before Dallas could ask him what the hell that meant, Doctor Samuel Levi kissed him. Long and hard.

 tbc

Don't forget to check out the other Wednesday Briefers whose links are here! See what they did with the prompts!

Sara York     m/m

AJ Jarrett   m/m

Victoria Blisse  m/f

Nephylim    m/m

LM Brown   m/m

RC Donitz   m/f

Scarlett Knight    m/f    **FLASH VIRGIN**

Pender Mackie  m/m

Lily Sawyer    m/m

Don't forget to come back next week and see what happens between Dallas and Dr. Levi. Warning - next weeks episode might be unsuitable for some readers!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland #9

Hello and welcome to another edition of Wednesday Briefs! Flash fiction that will make you smile, make you laugh, make you cry, or even make you horny! This week, we had these prompts:  If I'd known you were coming, I'd have.... (fill in the blank)

or the alternate prompts were: tree, highway, understanding  or  all we are is dust in the wind  or do something involving time travel. For myself, I chose the dust in the wind reference.

This week, Dallas in Wonderland continues with Dallas seeking more information about the mysterious Dr. Levi. Where better to look than in the apartment building where they both live? See what's up there! Then don't forget to check out the other Wednesday Briefers. Take note - we have two virgins among us! Cheer them on and make them feel at home.

Without further ado, I gave you

Dallas in Wonderland #9

He knew he should be headed to class, but once the last echoes of Paris and Oz’s collective footsteps ceased to reverberate through the otherwise silent apartment house, Dallas found himself frozen in the same position as when they’d left. He was torn between going and staying.  Between furthering his education, or adding to his knowledge of Dr. Samuel Levi. In the end, he brewed a pot of coffee after all and decided to skip today. At least at the university level.

The hot sweet brew flowed down his throat, warming his grateful insides. He held it in one hand, while with the other he tapped his spoon against the cup. It was a nervous mannerism of his, one he’d acquired since leaving Quentin, a way of combating the silence of being suddenly single. He only stopped his impromptu drumming when he realized he was doing it to the rhythm of an old Kansas song.  All we are is dust in the wind.

Yeah, like he needed reminding of that.

So, first things first. And the first and foremost thing on Dallas’ mind, at least concerning Dr. Levi was—which apartment was his? And how long had he lived there?

Let’s do this by process of elimination.  He knew with absolute certainty that the good doctor did not live on the third floor. That was the domain of himself and the woman across the hall. Mayhew, he thought her name was. On the rare occasions when he’d needed to address the elderly female, he’d simply referred to her as “ma’am”.  Kelly lived on the first floor, that much he knew.  He didn’t know who else was there, and he’d only seen glimpses of one of the tenants on the second floor. A forty-ish man who carried a rather large case with him, and always seemed tired in Dallas’ eyes.  He kept long hours, him and his case, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night. He seemed harmless enough.

That left two apartments unaccounted for. One of those must be Dr. Levi’s.

Of course, he could knock on both doors, see which one was answered by the handsome doctor—what sort of doctor was he, he’d never said, perhaps a doctor of philosophy—and make his apologies should he find himself at the wrong door first. But somehow that didn’t feel right, as if that made Dallas a freaky stalker, which was the last thing on his mind.

Or there was door number two—no pun intended—he could check the last names on the small mail boxes in the first floor hallway, next to the broom closet. Assuming Mrs. Persepolis kept them up to date. He had no idea, as he’d never paid them much heed before, more concerned with collecting whatever mail came his way, mostly of the bill variety.

When he found himself humming Carry on, My Wayward Son, he knew he needed to move his ass before he became as loony as the song’s protagonist. Finishing his coffee with a resounding slurp, he set the cup near the coffeemaker to await his return, slipped his cell phone into his shirt pocket, as well as the key to his box, and exited the apartment. In case he was caught snooping, he’d claim to be checking his mail.

His footsteps sounded loud even to himself as he clattered down the stairs, sneaking surreptitious peeks at the doors on the second floor as he passed. Maybe good timing would be his, and one would open just as he happened by, and his mystery tour would be happily concluded with the discovery of the good doctor.

No such luck.

Instead, as he stood in front of the boxes, preparing to scan the names embossed upon them in black labeling tape, he heard a door open. His heart beating rapidly, he looked up. A shy smile greeted him.

“Good morning, Dallas.”

“Morning, Kelly.” He mustered his best smile, pushing his disappointment into a corner. It wasn’t her fault if she wasn’t the one he was looking for.  Her dishabille of the day before had been replaced by a conservative skirt which reached to her knees, a dark stylish sweater, which made her skin all the paler in comparison, and sensible low-heeled shoes. Normally, they didn’t cross paths in the daytime, as Dallas left for school before she headed to her job. Today was an exception to that rule. “You look nice,” he added, both to be polite and to give himself something to say. She pinked at his words.

“I’m going to work,” she explained. Rather unnecessarily, Dallas thought, but he said nothing.  “Aren’t  you usually 

at school by now?”

“Usually,” he said, affecting a slight cough, as if that explained his absence from the hallowed halls of higher education.

“Oh dear.” She frowned, her voice taking on an edge of concern. “Shouldn’t you be in bed, taking care of that?”

Feeling a twinge of momentary guilt at his deception, Dallas held up his key, then indicated the boxes with the other hand.  “Just picking up my mail,” he explained.

“Oh, but the postman doesn’t come for some time. Close to noon, actually. It’s barely nine now.”

Dallas grimaced. Way to botch up an excuse. No matter. He doubted she’d ever be prevailed on to testify against him anyway, as she seemed partial to him, a fact which he could use to his own advantage if necessary.

He coughed again, a little louder. “I’ll go back to bed then.” He hoarsened his voice a bit, for good measure.

“I’ll come check on you when I get home. Just to make sure you’re okay.” She bit her lip, twisting her purse strap around her hand. “Well, see you later.” She turned toward the door.

“Wait.” An idea had just hit him. “Do you know which apartment is Doctor Levi’s?”

She gave him a blank look.

“You know. Older guy. Long red hair, braid?”

“No one here by that name, Dallas.”

to be continued

Now see what the other Wednesday Briefers are up to!

Lily Sawyer    Nephylim     **FLASH VIRGIN** Lindsay Klug  LM Brown  AJ Jarrett  Victoria Blisse RC Donitz     **FLASH VIRGIN** Elyzabeth VaLey

Thanks for stopping by, be sure and come back next week! Always good to see you!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie