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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Jack

It had been a long day and so Nate and I left the club at around ten p.m. I was still full of puppyish energy and wanted to let the delicious anticipation between us stretch out. A tramline ran down the middle of the boulevard and we could have taken a tram to Brandenburg, or hailed a cab, but it was a gorgeous cloudless summer night and the stars twinkled like jewels. I wanted to romance my date a little.

“Let’s walk back to the hotel,” I suggested reaching for his hand. We walked in companionable silence down the tree-lined boulevard, my skin buzzing at the simple contact with the man I adored. I was happy to walk, happy to do anything with Nate. I just wanted to be in his orbit.

“Can we pick up something to eat on the way? I’m starving,” Nate suggested as he playfully hip checked me. We hadn’t eaten dinner because the weather was so balmy neither of us was that interested in food. But now, walking down Prenzlauer Alee the scent of fast food hit me. Bratwurst and onions grilling at a street vendor’s booth, and then spicy scents from an Indian restaurant. My belly growled.

I noticed on the other side of the road a black SUV with tinted windows was crawling close to the curb. It struck me as odd as there was little traffic. But my attention was taken again by Nate as he squeezed my hand.

“What do you fancy?” I asked.

“You.”

“Duh…obvious,” I said pulling our joined hands up so I could kiss his knuckles. “To eat,”

“You!”

“Food, silly!”

“Same answer,” he turned and as his eyes met mine, they twinkled with laughter. I couldn’t repress a wide grin. Ahh hell! I was so gone for this guy.

“You know I’m all yours when we get back to the hotel, but we missed dinner, and I need to refuel. So, what’ll it be, pizza, burgers, Bratties, fried chicken, Chinese?” I relayed.

“Well, I do love to chow down on a big long Bratwurst…but now that you mention it…fried chicken sounds good,” Nate decided.

We continued strolling, our hands swinging between us like we were teens, before he said, “It feels so weird to not have my phone, free, like when I was a kid and could play out for hours without my folks knowing where I was or what I was up to, y’know.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I never take my phone with me when I go for a run. I feel more…connected to nature when I’m not anticipating the ringtone. Switching off and logging out’s good for the soul, man!”

“Hallelujah!”

It was a Monday night so many of the food outlets had closed or were closing, but half way down Prenzlauer Alee we found a Korean fried chicken outlet called Angry Chicken. It seemed we’d gotten there just in time as one of the staff was outside stacking the tables and chairs. I opened the door for my date and we stepped in to be hit by a wonderful mixture of spicy scents. There was no queue, but a handful of people were finishing meals at the in-house seating area. Nate and I looked up at the florescent menu board with the menu in German and English in a cartoon font. We had a lot of choice–the chicken could be friendly, without sauce, or Sexy, So-So Angry, or Furious chicken, all of which came with varied spicy sauces. I loved spicy food, but I was planning some hot hanky-panky when we got back to the hotel, so I didn’t think spicy burps or heartburn would do much for the sexy moves. We decided to share a box of boneless, friendly chicken, I paid, and we continued on our way down Prenzlauer Alee towards Pariser Platz.

“Damn, this is good chicken,” Nate groaned minutes later as he took his fourth piece from the box I was holding. I’d had a couple of pieces but my appetite waned as watched Nate put the crispy chicken to his glistening greasy lips, take a bite, chew, and swallow. He licked his fingers. I gulped. I was mesmerized. I couldn’t last until we got back to the hotel. I had to kiss him now. I tossed the box into a bin as we passed it, to hear Nate’s complaint of “Hey, I was enjoying —“ I dragged Nate into the recessed doorway of an ornate, pre-war building, and crushed my mouth to his. Nate groaned appreciatively and I felt that groan in my nuts. He gripped my ass in both hands and pulled me closer. Our whole night had been like this, edging, pressed together, frotting in the middle of a packed dance floor, and then we’d separate to cool-off. Now we were here again, submitting to the magnetized pull, unable to keep our hands off one another. Nate was a dominant kisser, taking what he wanted, pushing his tongue in, and fucking my mouth. I loved it, but I had to pull away to catch my breath.

“Hmmm…you’re delicious, chicken flavoured,” I smiled before Nate was on me again, pushing me back to the opposite wall of the doorway, taking what he needed. All of a sudden, a light flicked on overhead and a clunking sound came from inside the building. We were in the doorway of an apartment block and someone was coming down. Was there a doorbell camera? Balls!

“Shit, c’mon,” Nate took my hand and pulled me out of the doorway. Holding hands, we ran down the street in the direction of our hotel. I saw it again then, the black SUV with tinted windows. We were about to cross the bisecting road. The vehicle turned at the junction, and Nate and I paused in the middle of the road to let it pass, then we hurried to the other side. I gripped onto Nate’s arm, pulling him to my side and started to laugh at the ridiculousness of what we’d just done. I felt like a teenager again, carefree and full of happiness. I snuck my arm around Nate’s shoulder, pulled him in, and kissed his cheek. It was like the years, and stress of adult life had melted away.

Then, suddenly, something was over my mouth, it smelled strange. I let go of Nate to try to get it off me, but there was a man to my back, a big man. Oh fuck, we were being mugged! I remembered my combat training and let my body relax into his grip. That was the key, to let your body go floppy so you become harder to manoeuvre, then, I’d surge up, and head-butt him in the face and break his nose, I’d stamp on his foot, turn, and kick him in the balls. But…my body wouldn’t get with the program. My body was actually floppy and I couldn’t control my limbs. What the hell? Nate, fuck, where was Nate? My vision went blurry. All I knew then was I was being dragged backward, and then pushed into a vehicle, my body ignoring my inner roar to fight back. In the car I felt the weight of another body pressed against me. I knew that scent, sandalwood and musk, my anxiety lessened a little. Whatever was happening, Nate was with me.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Nate

I was having a lucid dream and it felt strange to be aware that I wasn’t actually awake. I’d had some odd dreams tonight, mostly about my dad. It was the same dream I’d been having for a while. I was a kid and we were playing ball. I kept tossing the ball to him and he was never where I expected him to be. It was confusing and frustrating. I knew he just had to catch the ball one time and everything would be okay. But he was there and gone.

But now…now the images shifted to something else and my body was so very relaxed. I wanted to stay here in this peaceful, floaty place. My nose was nestled at the nape of the man’s neck, and I inhaled the scent of sexy sleep musk mixed with fragrant bay leaves. Oh, I knew that scent. The smell alone made me groan and a swirl of pleasure throbbed in my balls. I kissed my dream man there, rasping my stubble over his flesh as I licked and kissed at his neck. He moaned and writhed, pushing his firm buttocks back to grind against my crotch. Oh yeah, my cock was all in, pulsing with need as my dream man began delicious, filthy hip gyrations, working his ass against me in a drugging, sensual rhythm. I threw a leg over his muscled thigh, threaded an arm over his chest, grabbed a handful of meaty pec, and pulled him closer, flush against my body so I could get more of this delicious friction as I dry humped him. I rode the pleasure of the dream, surfed on the sensual movements of this unseen man. I moaned and let out animalistic grunts as I got closer to the edge. Sure, I was aware I was asleep and I would cum in my pjs, but I didn’t care, it all felt so good, so simple, so natural. If I could stay in the dream just a little longer, I’d find my climax. The dream man in my arms cried out as his orgasm shook him. My body answered his cry as I shot a warm sticky load into my pjs. Suddenly, the shapely ass moved away, and my dream man was chanting my name, so soft and sexy, so very British. ‘Nate, Nate, Nate.” And then his voice wasn’t soft and sexy, it was anxious.

“Nate, Nate, Jesus, Nate, babe, wake the fuck up!”

I was being manhandled, physically shaken back to reality. I opened my blurry eyes to see Jack’s face close to mine, his brown eyes wide with alarm. My immediate impulse was to cup his jaw and kiss his perfect mouth, but I sat up with a start and spearing rays of sunlight stabbed at my eyes.

“Damn my head hurts,” I grumbled and flopped down again. “What the hell did I drink last night?” I groaned. Then, my body told me I had other desperate requirements that needed to be met so I rolled over, found my feet, and bleary eyed, headed for the nearest door, which happened to be a bathroom. I grimaced at unzipping my jeans finding my underwear covered in jizz. Yeah, seems that the libido boost from being with Jack had me back to the wet dreams phase of sexual development, just super! I drowsily emptied my bladder before cleaning up the mess with tissue. I’d take a long, hot shower and change my—oh my god. Where the hell am I?