Gable technically hadn't been doing
nothing within the confines of his sleek, modern apartment - but nobody respected guys that spent their Friday nights poring over spreadsheets, timetables and cost summaries. Not that he'd been concentrating particularly well. He'd come home, done a workout, showered, changed, cooked himself a simple dinner and settled down to work... but the whole time he'd been
acutely aware of what night it was.
A week since he'd met the unicorn.
His thoughts were restless and hadn't allowed him to focus on the work. Two glasses of red wine and some questionable Red Tube views later, he'd been about to indulge in some solo pressure relief (fantasies of the unicorn had fed his hand every night since he'd left him, so why should tonight be any different?) when his phone had buzzed. The hand not holding the stem of his (empty) wine glass snuck away from the waistband of his sweatpants and picked it up.
He'd answered quickly, his heart thudding. He'd been exhausted all week at work but never so preoccupied that he hadn't considered calling Win every damn night. He put it down to phenomenal sex and the nature of the mythical creature Win was but that didn't make him feel any less guilty or concerned that he wanted a repeat night with him. It'd eaten him up, like an encroaching poison seeping from his gut to his organs, destroying his willpower. He'd been
determined to resist it for as long as he could.
Frankly, he was always a little gaga over the vampires he fucked (he tried to reassure himself as he texted Win that yes, he wanted to do him and ordered himself a ride). That was all part of the appeal, getting that close to a motherfucking predator that had ripped into his body in numerous ways and
drunk his blood. Win was different from most vampires so a bit of stronger fascination was to be expected. He was a unicorn; he'd let Gable fuck
him. Of
course he'd be a little extra enamoured with him. Apparently, he was seven nights' worth of wanking over him enamoured.
Not tonight, though. As much as he hadn't planned on succumbing, he couldn't resist saying yes to Win tonight. He'd turned down drinks with a few of his workmates (mainly because the guy that invited him was an asshole that he couldn't stand but had a bad habit of getting drunk with and shutting up by shoving his dick in his mouth and he hadn't wanted to encourage
that behaviour again, either), opting for a 'quiet night' but what the hell? Maybe agreeing would get Win out of his system once and for all.
He didn't bother changing his clothes, leaving the apartment in a
purple v neck and a pair of grey sweatpants (without underwear). He
did step into a pair of black slip on shoes and pull on a khaki bomber jacket, putting his keys, phone and wallet in the jacket's pockets as he turned off his lights and locked his front door. He was unshaven, his facial regrowth at a scratchy length and he hoped Win wouldn't mind. He'd have shaved but his ride was minutes away and, truthfully, he didn't want to wait a second longer than he had to to get to the Detour.
Oddly, he was nervous on the drive across town, second guessing his casual attire, even though he'd decided none of it mattered. It was all going to be on the floor of the motel room soon enough, why get fancy? Excitement was mixed in, too. His dick was jumpy, anticipating being squeezed into that tight, cool tunnel of Win's and allowed to fuck with abandon. There were few experiences like it and he was already glad he'd agreed to come.
When he arrived, he got a bit of a sense of deja vu as he headed to the room he'd been told to go to. He chuckled to himself, finding it amusing that they'd somehow ended up in the same room as last time. When he got to the door, he tapped on it with a knuckle but then tried the handle and let himself in. He closed it and locked it behind himself, his gaze automatically finding Win's baby face on the bed. He was grinning, he could feel it on his face, too wide and toothy probably but he couldn't help it. His body quickened at the sight of the near-naked vampire on the bed, highlighted by the light of bedside lamp for his benefit.
"I see you came prepared," Gable observed with raised eyebrows, sighting the collection of goodies gathered on the dresser. He toed his shoes off and pulled off his jacket, preparing to strip without preamble. It wasn't like they needed to get to know each other; he was familiar enough with every inch of Win's body that he knew he wanted to revisit all of it immediately.