Chapter Twenty – Luna
Chapter Twenty
Luna
Paco and I stood outside of apartment twenty-one. Paco was looking at me strangely, and I was convincing myself that it had everything to do with the situation and not that he was thirsty for my blood.
“Is Jack here?” Paco asked.
“No—he’s busy—we’ll see him later, I swear,” I said, hurriedly knocking on the door.
“Why are we here then?”
“Play along,” I said, knocking some more again.
The door opened, revealing Zach inside. He grinned at me. “Hey—Luna, was it?”
“Hi!” I said, exuberantly. “This is Paco, a friend of Jack’s—can we come in?” I hoped me asking on Paco’s behalf counted.
“Uh, sure?” Zach said, pulling back. I pushed Paco in ahead of me, in case he needed to re-ask personally, but he easily stepped through the door. Zach’s apartment was much the same lay-out as Jack’s. “Do you want some water?” he said, gesturing to the kitchen, a little confused.
“No, thank you,” I said, arranging myself between him and Paco.
“Look, I know this is weird, but…Jack’s a weird guy, right?
We can all agree on that?” I nodded strongly, and both of them nodded with me, albeit much more slowly.
Zach had no idea where this was going, whereas Paco had begun giving me a look that said he knew exactly where it was going and he didn’t like it one bit.
“You may or may not know this, Zach—but Paco’s a very, very close friend of Jack’s. And as such...” I did my best to act coy and bashful, but it was hard. “You both like Jack. So by the theory of sexy-times transference, you should like each other, right?”
And now they were both staring at me. Gawking, really. I had to control the situation, ASAP.
“Zach—you want to be part of the freakydeaky club. I get it,” I said with a carefree shrug. “Consider this your invitation. Consider him your initiation,” I said, with a nod on Paco’s side.
Paco gave me a look, condemning this entire idea out of hand, and then sighed. “This is crazy. I’m leaving,” he announced. But then Zach moved, and he went still, doing that vampire thing where he was hyper-aware of any motion. I’d seen Rosalie do it a million times.
“It’s not,” I protested and looked hopefully to Zach. “You want him to love you, don’t you?” Zach looked away. “Come on. I was there the other morning. I saw it in your eyes—before you asked Jack out to dinner.”
And at that, Paco’s stillness became something else—less vampire-frozen and more human-pained, as though hearing a betrayal.
“But he told you he couldn’t be in a relationship with you—and this is why,” I said, twisting toward Paco. “Paco’s the man that Jack loves.” Paco’s wounded look shifted into a look of warning. “He’s the man Jack loves enough to risk everything for.”
Paco swallowed, closing his eyes, and I didn’t know if he was hoping it was true or if he knew it.
“So why are you here? Why aren’t you out with him?” Zach asked the both of us, sounding hurt.
“Because Jack’s off on business. And Paco needs something that I can’t give him—but it’s my duty to take care of him. For Jack. Just—like it’s yours.”
Zach shook his head while looking at Paco. “That sounds crazy.”
“Because it is crazy,” Paco apologized. “I’m sorry—I don’t know why I listened to her—we never should have come.”
We’d followed Zach into his kitchen, so there was a dining chair behind Paco.
I pushed him back and he went with it, thudding into its seat.
“It is not crazy,” I said, hovering over him, my hands on the chair’s armrests, my breasts and throat near his face—and I saw him tense beneath Jack’s too tight shirt, the muscles of his chest rippling.
He was aware of me—not as a person, but as a source of energy.
His eyes widened, looking up, and I nodded meaningfully.
If he was as hungry as I thought he was, he needed to get with the program.
“The only thing that is crazy here,” I went on, “is that neither one of you have met yet.” I stood up to broadly gesture. “So, Zach—this is Paco, Jack’s long-time lover and confidant. Paco—this is Zach, the side-piece Jack doesn’t want to admit that he cares for even though he clearly does.”
Zach blushed a bit, but was still looking at me like I’d grown a second head.
I waved my hands between them. “Look, I don’t have time for honesty. Can we just skip to the kissing?” I tugged my shirt over my shoulders, exposing both my breasts.
“Wait, what?” Zach said, stepping back.
“There’s no way I’m going to watch you two fucking and not touch myself. Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you have to be cruel.”
Paco’s head pulled back. “And who said we’re going to fuck?” he asked.
“You did. Just there,” I said, and started to shimmy my skirt off. This was a management technique Rosalie had taught me more than once—just start demanding people do what you want them to. Like as not most times it’ll happen.
Paco looked over to Zach in disbelief at my actions and Zach gave him a hapless, ‘She’s clearly insane’ look back. Finally something they agreed on.
“Come on, come on. You know you need this,” I told Paco, reaching for his shirt, pulling it up his chest, “and you know you want this,” I told Zach.
Zach leaned back on the bar behind him. “I’m sorry—I just don’t see,” he said—but then something clicked.
I had Paco’s shirt half-way off, exposing his fabulously muscled abdomen and lower torso—which caught Zach’s gaze, and then Paco realized Zach was watching.
He took his shirt back from me, turning his head and staring at the ground.
He was breathing harder—I knew he was tempted, likely more than he’d ever been tempted before in his mortal life.
Rosalie had tried to explain the hunger to me more than once before—sometimes she’d used it as a warning and at others an excuse.
But now I could feel the power coalescing in the room. The calm before the storm, as Paco came into himself, his sails unfurling for the first time. I glanced back at Zach, and I could tell that he felt it too.
“How long have you known Jack?” he asked Paco.
Paco let his shirt drop. “Too long,” he said, ruefully. “Seven years? Feels like seventy, sometimes.” Thanks to Jack turning him, that could actually be a reality, if they both still liked each other’s company and managed to survive. “You?” Paco asked back.
“Less than a month,” Zach said, a little sheepish.
Paco gave him a sly grin, mimicking one of Jack’s looks almost perfectly. “Don’t be embarrassed. He has that effect on people. He doesn’t even know he does it, half the time.”
Zach held his stomach as if punched. “That almost makes me feel worse.”
“It wasn’t meant to. The first time you sleep with him, well, what can I say—our boy’s easy.” Paco shrugged. “But if you’re past that though, to a third or more—well—you’re in far more rarified company.”
“Like yours?” Zach asked, risking giving him a grin back.
“Precisely.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I had never been this naked and ignored.
They were talking like they were alone on some kind of blind date.
“Skip to the kissing,” I said. “Or straight to the fucking, I don’t care—just move it along.
” I didn’t want to mash them together like Barbie dolls, but no matter what it was that Paco thought, how well he believed he could control himself, we did not have all night.
“Why? You want to watch?” Paco asked, standing up again, coming near. I could feel the electricity around him—he was like a walking storm. I swayed, wanting to follow him, to serve him, even though I knew better.
“As I previously said, yes. I’m a good watcher,” I said, glancing at Zach. “Ask him. He knows.” Zach flushed red beneath the remnants of his tan. “The other morning I wasn’t supposed to look, but I couldn’t help myself. I watched him and Jack give each other blow jobs.”
“You did, did you?” Paco asked Zach, who quietly nodded, eyes wide. “I was Jack’s first. I taught him everything he knows.”
Zach laughed nervously. “Then—thank you—because that man,” Zach said, as Paco leaned in, blocking his next words with a kiss.
I stood stock still, waiting to see how Zach would react.
He tensed for a moment—and then melted into Paco’s waiting arms. Paco pressed Zach back against the bar, pressing bodily up against him, and I knew that he was hard—and wanted Zach to know it.
I was worried, for Zach’s sake again—until his hands started greedily pulling up the back of Paco’s t-shirt.
Everything unfolded in front of me like the world’s most perfect porno.
I mean, I’d seen sex before, and had had a lot of it—but this was like an intimate performance, almost one on one, except for the fact that I wasn’t personally involved.
Paco’s hands found Zach’s belt and started undoing the buckle—I heard the jingle as metal hit metal once it was free—and then saw Paco pull Zach toward him and forward, before roughly shoving Zach’s pants down, revealing Zach’s heavy cock.
Paco pulled back and Zach swooned, breathing heavy. Paco yanked Zach’s shirt up and started kissing down, as Zach wound one of his hands through Paco’s hair and whispered, “If you’re anything like him then—oh God,” to himself, just as Paco’s mouth found him hard.
Paco moved to kneeling before the blonde, stroking one hand up the plane of Zach’s flat stomach and wrapping the other around Zach’s thigh to grab his ass.
Zach moaned, throwing his head back, clutching the bar with his free hand like he was trying to hold on.
“Oh God,” he whispered, as if to himself, as his hips started to pulse in Paco’s time. “Oh God, oh God.”
Paco made a pleasured sound, drawing Zach’s cock out of his mouth, until just the head bobbed inside, making a show of sucking it, before taking his shaft in his hand.
“There’s nothing Jack’s done to you that I didn’t do to him, first,” he said, licking up the bottom of Zach’s shaft, before kissing the head of his cock again.