“Where the hell are you?” Seth muttered as he paced back and forth in front of the club. He’d been doing that for the last forty-five minutes, and with each step he was getting more worried. Every person who came into view earned a fast glance and mounting hope until he realized they weren’t Kemp. “If you’ve gone and gotten yourself killed I’m going to shoot you,” he growled loudly enough that a man passing him quickly stepped into the street to place a good distance between them.
“Now would I do that?” Kemp said quietly from behind him.
Seth spun around, his eyes widening. “Looks like you came close,” he stated, taking in Kemp’s torn, blood-stained shirt and the parallel claw marks down one side of his chest.
“Seems the vampyre took poorly to the idea that I was going to destroy him. Being somewhere close to old, he knew what he was doing when he fought back.”
“You won I hope.”
“Barely, but yeah.”
Seth pulled him in a tight, if careful, embrace, hissing, “Why didn’t you call me, I’d have come to help.”
“I don’t have a number for you?” Kemp shifted slightly to keep from staining Seth’s shirt. “Would you really have done that? Come and fought him too?”
“Damned straight. I don’t like the murderous bastards any more than you do, even if they are my kind.” He brushed a straggling lock of hair back from Kemp’s face. “Besides, it could be the only way I get to spend any quality time with you.”
“So you’re not planning on coming home with me.” Kemp let a grin quirk his lips to hide the fear that Seth would say ‘no’.
“I don’t know,” Seth replied. “I suppose I could be persuaded to, with the right incentive. I told you I don’t go home with just any guy that asks me.”
“What about one who thinks he wants to find out what’s under all those clothes?”
Seth snorted. “I think you pretty much saw it all a few hours ago.”
“Not here.” Kemp pressed his hand against the hard outline of Seth’s cock under the tight jeans.
“Damn,” Seth hissed, the touch flooding his senses with a ravenous need for more. “How close..?”
Kemp cocked an eyebrow. “From the feel of it you’re real close,” he teased.
“Okay, brat, you know what I meant. If it’s more than a few blocks, I’m going to break a cardinal rule and take you right here in front of God and everyone.”
“Brat?” Kemp chuckled. “Just for that I might leave you here to take care of the problem all by yourself.”
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
Looking up at him, Kemp smiled before kissing him soundly. “I wouldn’t think of it.” Slipping his arm around Seth’s waist, he tugged slightly to get him moving. “It’s only a few blocks. Think you’ll make it?”
“Maybe. If we walk fast.”