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FUGUE ˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
JANE BARON<br />
ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
“I wanted to know if the Lethe helped. I<br />
am glad it worked…passably.” Behind his back<br />
she rolled her eyes at Blake, who had a cold flash<br />
before he realized it was merely in conspiratorial<br />
amusement over Avon’s negative genius. Relaxing<br />
once more, Blake eyed the tech again<br />
thoughtfully. Avon seemed rejuvenated,<br />
energized…hell, almost jaunty.<br />
A voice spoke in his ear. “You’re looking<br />
awfully pleased with yourself, Blake. Someone<br />
give you Travis’ new address?”<br />
Startled, Blake waved Vila off, and then<br />
hastily began to give orders before Cally could<br />
ask him how he’d slept. For one wistful moment<br />
he envisioned how she might look were he to<br />
give her an honest answer.<br />
Surrounded by people, with a hundred<br />
niggling problems vying for his attention, and a<br />
hundred minor tasks waiting to be done, it had<br />
been easy to keep his mind off Avon. But now,<br />
lying on his bunk, damp body wrapped haphazardly<br />
in a shabby robe, he had no defense against<br />
the memories. Pictures, sounds, smells…and<br />
always the sensations: fine-grained skin under<br />
his fingertips, a soft mouth gnawing gently on<br />
his aching flesh…<br />
He gave in to the arousal, letting the robe<br />
fall apart, imagining that it was Avon’s hand<br />
instead of his, allowing the images to swim<br />
before him. Amazing how swiftly the fire flared,<br />
how soon he heard his own breath coming<br />
harshly.<br />
There was a chime at the door.<br />
He started guiltily, then flushed and<br />
quickly stood and pulled the robe closed,<br />
straightening it. “It’s unlocked.”<br />
The door slid open to reveal Avon.<br />
There was no reason for Blake’s original<br />
guilt—after all, he’d been doing nothing wrong,<br />
nothing shameful—but at the sight of the computer<br />
tech he flushed more deeply than ever,<br />
discomfort and unnamed fear rising to close his<br />
throat.<br />
“Well?” he said roughly around the<br />
obstruction, not moving any nearer as the door<br />
ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ PÆAN TO PRIAPUS<br />
slid shut behind the tech.<br />
Quite calmly, Avon walked over and<br />
laid his head on Blake’s shoulder.<br />
Blake could only stand paralyzed as the<br />
blood swept through his face and neck in waves,<br />
as the smell in his nostrils finished the job his<br />
hand had begun, leaving him fully engorged and<br />
erect, craving to press himself against Avon. He<br />
was dumbfounded.<br />
Soft hair tickled his chin as Avon nestled<br />
closer.<br />
Suspicion—no, certainty—flashed<br />
through him at once. He pried Avon loose and<br />
leant back to look into his face. And nodded.<br />
“You took the rest of it, didn’t you?” he<br />
demanded of the downcast eyes shielded by<br />
heavy lashes. “So you could sleep passably<br />
again—‘passably,’ my aunt! But how the hell<br />
did you get all this way by yourself?” Holding<br />
Avon off with one hand, he chewed a knuckle of<br />
the other, finally adding, “I suppose, compared<br />
to what you did last night, navigating a few corridors<br />
is easy. And so you liked it, did you? And<br />
you’re back for more. The question now that<br />
you’re here is: what in space am I going to do<br />
with you?”<br />
His visitor had definite opinions on that.<br />
Blake intercepted the hand creeping inside his<br />
robe and the one stealing around his neck, then<br />
staggered as Avon suddenly went limp against<br />
him, a deadweight, forcing him to throw his<br />
arms around the tech’s body in support, or let<br />
him fall.<br />
Blake’s erection, rising from the loosened<br />
robe, pressed into the cool tautness of<br />
quilted leather, the head snagging on tiny protrusions<br />
as Avon, still pendent, moved suggestively.<br />
Whether because of that or because the<br />
tech was heavy, Blake didn’t know, but quite<br />
abruptly his knees gave way and he fell backwards<br />
onto the bed with Avon on top. The fall<br />
winded him, but the weight was perfect; the urge<br />
to simply clamp Avon’s hips there and thrust<br />
between those slender thighs, was nearly irresistible.<br />
It would take him only moments to<br />
reach climax like that.<br />
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