Chapter 2 #6
Justin’s heart fluttered. That was a good start for sex, and he wants more. He tried not to get his hopes too high, but Scott had already said that he wasn’t into flings. We have a lot of ground to cover, but this might work.
“Can you stay the night?” Scott asked. “We could have another go in the morning. I don’t have anything until ten-thirty.”
Justin thought about his schedule and realized he was open as well. “That sounds great.”
Scott gave him a broad grin and refilled their glasses. “I’ll drink to that.”
Justin woke to the warmth of Scott’s hand on his groin, gently rubbing up and down his shaft through his briefs.
“This okay?” Scott asked with a naughty smile.
“More than okay.” Justin’s cock was rapidly getting hard, and he could tell that Scott woke up horny as well.
“Thought I’d repay the favor from last night.” Scott looked at Justin for a nod of permission.
“Yes, please!” Justin leaned forward to kiss Scott, and even morning breath couldn’t dim their arousal.
Scott shimmied down the mattress, pulling Justin’s underwear with him. He paused for a moment to get a good look, and Justin’s heart sped up at the flicker of appreciation in Scott’s eyes.
Before Justin had a chance to brace himself, Scott took his length into his mouth, relishing his morning wood. Scott skimmed his fingertips over Justin’s balls and the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, never losing his rhythm.
Justin gave himself over to sensation, knowing this wouldn’t take long. Both men came at nearly the same time, with Scott finishing into his hand as Justin shot his load into Scott’s mouth.
“I think you’re my new favorite taste,” Scott said after they kissed. “Can’t get enough.”
Justin murmured his agreement, returning the kiss with sleepy passion. “Neither can I. Sounds like a good thing.”
They talked over a breakfast of toast and scrambled eggs in the hotel restaurant. Justin hated to go home without Scott but didn’t want to pressure him to move too quickly, although he would welcome having Scott stay with him.
Soon. Maybe soon, he told himself.
“You going to see the Fox Institute people today?” Justin asked as they savored a second cup of coffee.
“Yeah. I was glad someone could see me on short notice,” Scott replied.
“If you need an ice breaker, ask them about the times our VFD let them know we’d seen strange things out on a call a couple of nights ago,” Justin said, reminding Scott that he was one of the volunteer firefighters.
“Tell me.” Scott leaned his elbows on the table.
“I don’t know whether this qualifies as a ‘mine monster’ or not, but we got a call with the Volunteer Fire Department from a lady who said she had a monster in her backyard,” Justin continued.
“What happened?”
“We chased it, and it ran into an old railroad tunnel that wasn’t sealed up. That’s where we lost it, because we sure as hell weren’t chasing it in there,” Justin said.
“I don’t know if it originally came from the mine, but it was freaky as all hell, and it didn’t look like anything anyone had seen before.
We monitored it for a while, and when nothing else showed, they went back and sealed the tunnel entrance.
And one of my tour clients spotted something strange running along the road north of town.
Didn’t look like anything either of us recognized. ” Justin ended his story.
“Like the things people are saying they’ve seen recently?” Scott asked. “Lynn warned me not to go walking at night.”
“Might be. Then again, the forest is big enough to be a hiding place for anything that doesn’t want to be seen,” Justin replied. “And there are lots of caves and abandoned places besides the big mine.”
“Thank you for telling me,” Scott replied. “Maybe it’s a rare underground species. Whether they’re monsters or just unusual tends to be the stuff of academic arguments.”
Justin laughed. “Those poor, misunderstood creatures! I guess that makes sense. I’ve seen pictures of some of the really weird things that live at the bottom of the ocean. Still, I wonder if the miners ever ran into them in the deepest parts of the shaft.”
“It would be great if I could find an account like that,” Scott mused. “Maybe in a diary or a descendant remembering family stories. That seems like the kind of thing that would get passed along.”
“What happened after the creature ran back into the tunnel?” Scott asked. “Did the Institute investigate?”
“Whatever we saw, it didn’t show itself again,” Justin replied.
“People have seen ghosts around the mines, too. Not inside the mine, but nearby. When the Fox folks sent mediums, they said the ghosts were from workers who were killed excavating the deep shafts, and from miners without sufficient safety precautions. That didn’t surprise me, given the industry and the time the mine was dug. ”
“Have people tried to contact the spirits since then?”
“A few times,” Justin said. “They haven’t been friendly. The general opinion is that the ghosts want to be left in peace, and the site should be treated like a memorial.”
“I can see that,” Scott mused. “I’ll ask if they’ve heard more from other sources. Thanks for letting me know.”
“Sure.” Justin refilled his cup from the pitcher on the table and offered more to Scott, which he eagerly accepted. “The Fox folks are nice people. They remind me of a lot of the professors I knew in college, if they had been the sort to believe in ghosts, magic, and the paranormal.”
They finished breakfast and lingered over the last of the coffee. “I know you’ve got the hotel all week, but you’re welcome to stay over with me and leave your gear here whenever you want,” Justin offered, leaning in for a peck on the lips.
“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.” Scott grinned and returned the kiss. “And it saves us from lugging my stuff around.”
“Then it’s a done deal. I’ve got several tours today, but I finish around five. Meet me at the dock, and we’ll drive back together. You have my number, so you can reach me if you need anything.” Justin tried not to show just how giddy Scott’s agreement made him.