Chapter 5 #4
Justin didn’t laugh like Scott expected him to.
“You remember I told you about finding that dead poacher in the woods? I don’t remember if I mentioned it, but from the blood, it appears one of the animals he had killed was missing.
Sheriff Armel sent a sample of the blood off for testing, but he hasn’t said anything.
The only reason the guys and I could come up with was maybe it wasn’t a normal animal. ”
“Do you think he shot a cryptid?” Scott asked, in a voice just above a whisper, even though he was alone.
“I think it’s a possibility, or maybe one of those ‘monsters,’” Justin confirmed. “And there’s one more thing: the poacher didn’t die in a hunting accident. He was shot at close range by a handgun. Don’t share that, Armel wants it kept quiet, but you need to know this is serious.”
Scott caught his breath. “Hunters don’t use handguns,” he said. “And mobsters like pistols—at least in the movies.”
“I looked up the statistics,” Justin replied. “The movies didn’t make that up. Be careful, Scott. I don’t know how the mobsters, mine, and monsters are all mixed up together, but these guys aren’t fooling around. No article is worth getting in their way.”
“Okay,” Scott promised. “I’ll be careful. And back to what I mentioned earlier, flight records should be public, so we should be able to figure out who did the mine flyover without too much difficulty.”
“Please don’t try to break the story on the crime of the century,” Justin said. “I want you safe, alive, and with me.”
“I won’t,” Scott told him. They were quiet for a moment. “So…now that we’ve got that out of the way, how’s everything else?” Scott broke the awkward silence. Hearing Justin’s voice made him lonesome for the other man’s company.
“The weather’s turning colder. Groups are starting to look ahead to plan for the winter holidays. Maybe you can spend them with me, and we can keep each other warm,” Justin said.
Yes, yes, yes! Scott’s coyote spoke up. Tell him yes!
“I like that idea,” Scott admitted. “I’m having fun on the Halloween committee. It would be easier if I were in town.”
“So many things would be easier,” Justin replied. “Did you dream about me last night?” he asked as his voice dropped a couple of notes deeper. “Because I dreamed about you.”
“Oh yeah?” Scott felt his heart speed up at the shift in tone and let his right hand drop to the loose crotch of his sweatpants.
“Yep. We were walking around my house figuring out where you could put your stuff when you moved in, and then we started kissing and making out in the guest bedroom and ended up fucking on the bed,” Justin said.
“How did that go?” Scott asked, a little breathless, and certain that Justin was also starting to get himself off.
“I backed you up against the wall, and then we started touching each other’s chests through our shirts, so we had to get rid of those extra clothes,” Justin teased.
“Yeah?” Scott felt his cock stiffen as he imagined the scene.
“I licked those little nubs of yours until they got hard, and by then, we were both hard somewhere else.” Justin pushed his chair back so Scott could see that his right hand was down his jeans.
“I grabbed lube from the nightstand and bent you over the mattress and fucked your ass until we both came,” Justin said. “And then you flipped us over and returned the favor. I woke up in a very good mood.”
“I bet.” Scott gasped. “I’m close, let’s come together.”
Scott never imagined himself to be a cam boy, but jacking off while Justin watched turned him on more than he ever expected. Seeing Justin peak and release sent Scott over the edge, and for a moment, neither of them spoke in the afterglow.
“That was…really good,” Justin said. “Let’s make that dream real when you get here. So come back as soon as you can.”
“I will,” Scott promised. “I want to chase leads on a couple of different articles on the next trip. And we can work out more details about fitting my stuff in your place.”
“I can donate some of my parents’ old stuff I kept if we need the space,” Justin offered, wiping his hand off and tucking himself back together. “The house is plenty big for both of us.”
Scott appreciated Justin’s willingness to be flexible and help him fit into the space and make it “theirs,” warmed his heart and reassured him that the offer was sincere.
“I’m sure we can figure it out,” Scott said. “I’ll email you when I get more details on the articles in case you might have ideas of where to look or who to contact.”
“Happy to help,” Justin said. “And if I don’t know the right people, I’m sure that someone in town does.” He paused. “Just be careful. If the stories about Mob witches are true, you don’t want that kind of trouble.”
“I will,” Scott promised.
They chatted a little more about television shows and the weather before setting the next time to talk and signing off.
“I love you,” he told Justin.
“Love you too. So be careful,” Justin replied.
Scott sighed as the video meeting window closed, and he felt a pang. But I’ll be up there again soon, and then for good. Not much longer, he promised himself, and hoped that their plans worked out.