Midnight Encounter - By Addison Albright

This little story was written in three segments from prompt words I was given either on my website guestbook or while hosting a livejournal community party. I've underlined the prompt words in the story.

This story is m/m, erotic, rated somewhere in the R to NC17 range.

Midnight Encounter - Part 1

Prompt Words: never, midnight, water, cloud

Henry had to admit, Paul had thrown one hell of a party. He turned up his collar and picked up his pace. The air was brisk and he knew a rain cloud when he saw one, even if it was midnight and dark as pitch. It was more what he couldn’t see—the stars—that gave away the clouds, and it just felt like rain was coming.

He turned down a path that would take him through the park. The crunch of his footsteps sounded loud as he hurried along the shortcut toward his apartment.

As he scurried through the dim light of the streetlight illuminating the picnic area he heard a voice. “Hey! Henry, isn’t it?”

He didn’t recognize the voice but stopped and turned towards the spot where it had originated. A shadowy figure stepped into the light. Henry didn’t recognize the man. He took a step back and looked both directions down the path. Empty. Shit. How had the man known his name?

The man spoke again. “Yeah, you’re him. You were at Paul’s party.”

Relief flooded through Henry. Paul knew the guy. Now that he mentioned it Henry did remember seeing him earlier on at the party. The man had left soon after Henry had arrived, though.

“How’d you know my name? We weren’t introduced.”

The man smiled. “Asked Paul about you.”

Really? Paul hadn’t mentioned it. “You did?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Thought you were cute.”

Cute!? Fuck that. “Cute” wasn’t exactly the look he was going for but what the hell…

The guy cocked an eyebrow, waiting for Henry to speak.

“Paul didn’t mention it.”

“I told him not to.”

Why? Apparently the look on Henry’s face asked the question for him.

The stranger laughed. “Wanted to surprise you.”

The hell? “Surprise me? Here? In the fucking park?” Was Paul in on this shit? “How do you know Paul anyway and what’s your name?”

The man was still grinning at him. “Work—Josh—and calm down little fella, I don’t bite—well not unless that’s what you’re into.”

“Little fella” wasn’t going to get this guy any further than “cute.” The fact that Henry was horny as hell and Josh was hotter than fuck might, though. “Not into biting.” Figured he’d get that cleared up right away.

Damn Josh had a killer grin. “So what are you into?”

“With assholes who waylay me in the fucking park at midnight? ’Fraid that’s one scenario I’ve never encountered before.”

“Too bad. It’s fun.”

“Didn’t say I wouldn’t consider it. Just haven’t done it before.”

“How ’bout we just keep things simple then.” Josh cocked his head, beckoning Henry toward the darkness.

Shit. Josh was a friend of Paul. But still…

Apparently his hesitation didn’t go unnoticed. “I promise I won’t bite.”

“How about strangle or stab? I’m not into those either.”

“Jesus, I didn’t bring a resume but you can call Paul if you want.”

Fuck it. “Never mind, it’s cool.”

Henry tried to look confident as he closed the distance between them. He could hear water splashing into the fountain as Josh took his hands and leaned towards his ear to whisper. “You won’t regret this, Henry. You’ll think about it—relive it in your mind—but you’ll never regret it.”

Midnight Encounter - Part 2

Prompt Words: Louisiana, heat, lust, hips, lips, tongue, suck, pressure, fingertips, rose bud, taste, smell

“You won’t regret this, Henry. You’ll think about it—relive it in your mind—but you’ll never regret it.”

Josh’s voice sent a shiver down Henry’s spine despite the oppressive pre-storm Louisiana heat. He must be out of his mind to be considering this. He’d never let blind lust overrule common sense before, but then again, he’d never encountered a man like Josh before.

The lure of potential danger—while knowing deep down, that due to Josh’s connection with Paul, he was safe—was heady. Josh squeezed his hand and led him through the picnic area, reaching out to take something off the wooden table as they passed by.

At the edge of a little grove of trees, just outside the circle of light beaming down from overhead, Josh stopped, turned, and bowed. Now what?

Standing straight again, and grinning a quirky little half-smile, Josh presented him with a flower. A fucking flower of all things. Nobody had ever given him a flower before.

Henry could smell it. In the dim light it was hard to say what color it was, but it looked like a rose bud.

“Thank you.” Henry took the flower and sniffed it. It was probably a mistake to add to the sensory overload that was short-circuiting his brain, but he was already mesmerized.

Josh leaned over and softly kissed Henry’s lips while brushing his fingertips along Henry’s jaw. “Told you I wouldn’t bite.”

Henry smiled. “I might not object to a nibble or two.”

Josh laughed and tugged him toward the trees. “Good. I’ll keep that in mind.”

They stopped just a few yards inside the tree line, and Henry found himself backed up to a tree. He couldn’t see anything, but he could feel Josh’s body pressing in hard, and he could taste the salt on Josh’s skin as he ran his tongue along the man’s jawline.

Josh moaned and ground his hips in against Henry’s. It was a relief to feel the evidence that Josh was every bit as turned on as he was. Sweat trickled down his back as Henry dropped the thorny flower and clamped his hands down onto firm, worn denim covered butt cheeks, pulling Josh in.

“Jesus, fuck Henry.” Josh clamped his mouth down over Henry’s and pressed in hard. Tongues clashing, chests and pelvises grinding, Henry was trapped in a crush between the rough tree and an unrelenting hard body.

Henry’s leg came up to wind around Josh’s thighs as Josh continued to mash into him. A minute turned into five, and his prick fucking ached like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

Henry’s head fell back with a groan when Josh finally broke their kiss to nip and suck along his neck. “Fuck, Josh—I’ve gotta fucking come.” The pressure building in his balls was killing him.

Josh’s hands moved to Henry’s waist. The weight against his chest let up as warm hands slid inside his shirt, up his abs, until the palms covered his nipples.

Henry cried out when merciless fingers twisted his nipples, then Josh’s lips were at his ear. “So fucking come, Henry—now.”

“Fuck!” The throbbing pain in his nipples shot down his spine to his balls as spunk filled his briefs. Christ, he hadn’t even gotten his pants down. Henry’s arms moved up Josh’s back, holding on tight as his knees weakened.

“Mmm, fuck yes, Henry.” Josh sucked on his neck. Damn, that was going to leave a mark, but Henry was beyond caring.

Josh—fuck—he still needed to take care of Josh. Henry popped the snap on Josh’s jeans and yanked down the zipper. Josh lost no time helping out, shoving the jeans down to his thighs.

Henry slipped down past the waistband of Josh’s briefs and wrapped his hand around Josh’s cock. Josh groaned into his neck. “Yeah, Henry. Tight—just like that.”

He stroked as Josh’s mouth found his again. Josh gripped the sides of his face and pumped erratically into his fist. He was close. Henry’s other hand moved back to Josh’s ass, kneading.

“Don’t stop—fuck—yeah, like that.”

Henry didn’t stop. He sped up as Josh first pushed his tongue in, then froze and jerked with a loud groan. Hot cum spurted onto Henry’s hand.

“Oh God, Henry. Fuck yes.” Josh relaxed against him for a moment before straightening to pull up his pants and grin at Henry.

“Will I see you again?” Henry asked. “Or are you just into setting up random crazy rendezvous like this?”

“Oh, I’d like to see you again. You’re a good sport.” Josh wiggled his eyebrows. “Paul got your number?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I’ll call you.”

Then Josh stepped back into the darkness and was gone. Henry swung his head side to side looking for him. “Josh?”

Where the hell had Josh gone? Fuck, Henry was standing there alone in the dark wearing sticky pants with a sticky damned hand and sweat dripping down his back.

Henry sighed and bent down to pick up his flower. He sniffed it as he walked back to the path to go home.

Midnight Encounter - Part 3

Prompt Words: thunderstorm, condo, purple, antique, elbow, frantic, ridiculous, preserves, doppelganger, Schadenfreude, regeneration, Excalibur

“Yeah, Josh can call me. I told him he could.” Henry’s tongue darted out to catch the dab of grape preserves on his lip, but missed. He dropped both the phone and his sandwich as the glob landed and slid down the side of his white shorts, leaving a purple streak. “Damn it.”

“What? What’s going on?” Henry could just make out Paul’s voice. He sighed and picked up the phone, but left the sandwich. The ten second rule did not apply during shedding season. Furball came over to sniff the PB&J.

“Sorry. Dropped the phone,” he told Paul. “Anyway, yeah, Josh said he’d get my number from you.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure you wanted me to give out your number.”

“Sure. You know him, right? He’s okay? I mean, he’s a bit different, but that was fun.”

“Yeah, he’s cool.”

“Hey, I’ve gotta go. Got a mess to clean up here. Great party, by the way.” At least, it had been a great party up until Bryan had cornered him and drunkenly rambled on about regeneration, or reincarnation, or some such off-the-wall topic. When Edward had joined them and started in with his dumbass Schadenfreude based jokes, Henry’d become downright frantic to get the hell out of there.

“Thanks. Yeah, I’m still picking up from that. Why are all my friends such slobs? Seriously, I’ve got coasters everywhere, but now there’s a ring on my antique coffee table.”

The antique coffee table Henry’d put a cold beer bottle down on? He mumbled something about inconsiderate people and hung up the phone.

He’d barely gotten the floor wiped up when the phone vibrated in his pocket. He tossed the grubby paper towels toward the trash and looked at the caller ID. Not a number he recognized, but he pressed the Talk button. “Yeah?”

“Henry?” The familiar voice had a cheerful tone. “Hey, it’s Josh. Remember? From last night?”

How could he forget? He’d hoped Josh would truly follow up with the promised call, but he hadn’t gotten his hopes up. “Yeah, don’t be ridiculous. Of course I remember.”

Josh laughed. “I try to be memorable.”

Henry grinned reflexively. “You were memorable all right.”

“Great. How about a memorable afternoon to add to it?”

“What? Today? Like, right now?”

“Sure. You doing anything? I feel like going over to the Excalibur for some go-carting.”

Go-carting? Henry hadn’t been to the family entertainment center in West Monroe since he was a kid. It sounded fun, though. “Okay. But isn’t there a good chance of another thunderstorm this afternoon?”

“Well, if it does we’ll play laser tag inside, instead.”

Awesome. Henry liked Josh’s idea of a date. If it was a date. He assumed it was a date. “Okay. Where do you want to meet up?”

“Come over to my condo. We’ll head out together from here.” Josh gave him the address and they arranged to meet in a couple hours.

* * * * *

The door swung open and a wide grin spread across Josh’s face. “Well hello there.” He looked Henry up and down as if he’d never seen him before. It had been dark in the park, but seriously, it was a bit much. “Nice.”

Henry felt his face heat up. “Uh, thanks. You look nice too.”

An eyebrow quirked up on the handsome face. “Yeah? Maybe Josh’ll share you with me.”

The hell? Either Josh had a doppelganger or his sense of humor was even weirder than Henry’d given him credit for.

Josh—the real Josh—stepped into view. “Jeremy, keep your hands off. He’s mine.” When Josh reached them he took hold of Henry’s elbow possessively. “Hey, Henry. As I imagine you’ve figured out, this is my twin brother, Jeremy.”

Henry swallowed. Hard. “Yeah, I was starting to catch that drift.”

“Henry thinks I look nice. He told me so.”

Josh rolled his eyes. “He thought you were me. I don’t want to share this one. He’s cool. I kinda like him.”

This one?

“Don’t you think Henry should have a say? Maybe he’d like to play with both of us?”

Josh’s jawline hardened. “Fine.” He turned and faced Henry. “So, do you just want to play around with both of us, or are you interested in getting to know me and see what happens?”

Henry’s mouth dropped open. Jesus. What did he want?

This is pretty evil of me, but…
To be continued at some point in the future?
(When "somebody" leaves me more prompt words on my website.)

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