Scriostóir - 14

The moment the hotel room door closed behind him Godric knew he could be in trouble. The man looked him over like he was a prime slice of beef, his for the eating.

“Looks like someone screwed up,” the man said, his eyes dark with lust.

“Screwed up?” Godric moved the service cart to the table and began setting out the meal. He was stopped by strong hands on his shoulders as the man twisted him around to face him.

“The hotel has orders to send only females with my lunch. I have—a reputation.”

Godric looked up at him from under lowered eyelashes. “A reputation, sir?”

“I like boys, the younger the better. You are just perfect.” He chuckled low as he started walking Godric backwards towards a door leading to one of the bedrooms. “I wonder if my boss arranged this as a reward for a job well done.”

“Please sir—“ Godric put just the right amount of fear and trembling into his voice, some of it very real.

“Don’t tell me you don’t let men do you?” There was an evil, anticipatory look on the man’s face as he spun Godric around, putting one hand over his mouth while wrapping his arm around his waist, half carrying him into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

As soon as the man released him, Godric shook his head. “I’ve been with lots of men. I just prefer to have a choice in the matter, not have it sprung on me like this,” he said, standing as tall as his five foot eight would allow. If he was going to do this, and it seemed that he had little choice at the moment, it was going to be on his own terms. Swiftly he dropped to his knees, reaching for the waistband of the man’s slacks, undoing the fastening and sliding the zipper down in one smooth movement. If he played it right, he could give Manny enough time to do his part of the job and then get out of there before the man reamed his ass.

As he took the man’s thick shaft into his mouth, he heard what the normal human couldn’t, the slight sound of the outside door opening and closing. Manny was in.

It was a while later when the man abruptly pulled out of Godric’s mouth, yanking him to his feet, throwing him bodily onto the bed, face down. Godric let out a shout of surprise, fighting against the man’s grip as he tried to roll over.

The loud slam of a door from the other room broke the man’s concentration. He leapt off the bed, grabbed his slacks and pulled them. Then, after taking a small pistol from the dresser drawer, he flung open the bedroom door.

Godric was beside him seconds later, shoving past him into the living room of the suite. As he raced for the exit the man ordered him to stop. He ignored him, flinging the door open and dashing into the hall. He saw the elevator door open a few yards away and raced to it. After Manny pulled him inside the doors closed as he pressed the button for the lobby.

“Heard you shout, figured you were in trouble,” Manny explained, leaning back against the elevator wall.

“Thanks. I could have dealt but—Yeah, thanks. You get what you needed?”

Manny nodded, patting his backpack. “Let’s blow this hole and go home.”