The Deceptive Touch

The Deceptive Touch

By Jacqueline Erwin

Chapter 1

              The moon has risen past the horizon. The skyscrapers reflect the starry
night sky. A mixture of loud music can be heard throughout the NightLife
 District. Now we go to a small gay bar at the edge of the district.
Drag Queens perform on stage while men dance under the disco ball. One
man sits alone at the bar. A young man starts walking towards the man at
 the bar. He has already made him his target for the night.

            The young man places his hand gently on the lonely man’s shoulder. their eyes meet and a sad smile forms on his lips.

“Oh, are you expecting someone?” The young one asks.

“Ah, well. He won’t be coming,” a sad sigh escaped him.

“I’m Aaron, and you are?” He gave off a charming smile

“Luke,” he turned his attentions to the drink that sat before him.

Aaron sat next to him and watched him slowly sip his drink, “You can hang out with me tonight. Instead of sitting here by yourself, waiting for someone you said won’t show up.”

Luke hesitates and looks at Aaron. He shifts in his seat and finishes his drink, “Alright, lets go.”

They both stood up and left the bar.

            They entered through the front door of Aaron’s home. They sat down on the
couch next to each other after they took their shoes off. Aaron leans in
 closer and Luke turns to face him. Their lips lock in gentle kisses. Aaron runs his fingers through Luke’s soft brown hair, kissing him softly on the neck.

            Slowly, little by little their clothing falls to the floor. Aaron explored Luke’s body with his hands and lips, allowing himself to taste every inch of the body he was attracted to.

            Luke grabs hold of Aaron’s wavy black hair, pulling tightly as groans of pleasure erupted from within him. Pulling Aaron’s head back up to meet his lips, Luke smiled and buried himself in this erotic kiss.

“I can’t hold it anymore…” Aaron groaned as he plunged deep within Luke’s body, ravaging him in ways Luke couldn’t even imagine. Aaron’s hand continued to explore as he pulled in and out of Luke’s contorting body. Their heartbeats as one and breath connected. A final moan of gratification rolled through the air as Luke and Aaron’s bodies parted; still feeling a slight connection, with their skin touching, they stared at each other. Aaron smiled, amused that he did exactly as planned.

Luke frowned to himself as what he did fully sank in. He had just cheated on his boyfriend and felt satisfied. He sits up and slowly gathers his clothing as he felt a warm prickly sensation spread over him from Aaron’s watching eyes.

“Going to take a shower?” Aaron asks.

“Yes, if you don’t mind.” Luke glances at him as he stood up.

“Not at all,” Aaron smiles, “help yourself.”

Luke enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

            Aaron heard the sound of the shower running and sits up. He walks over to the phone and dials a number. The phone rang three times and someone picks up.

            “He is taking a shower right now. I expect the other half of the sum to deposited into my bank account. I hope you can finish this.” Aaron hangs up and sits on the couch, slowly pulling his pants on.

            Luke leaves the bathroom, fully dressed in his white button up shirt and black fitted dress pants. His hair was dripping leaving patches of see-through cloth that exposed his skin.           

“So that is what happened,” Luke smiles strangely.

Aaron’s head snaps up,” huh?”

“He hired you to sleep with me,” Luke laughs mechanically. “He wanted an excuse to break up with me.”

Aaron stands up and walks over to him, “I’m sorry.”

Luke glares at him and smacks away the outstretched hand. “Sorry?” He laughs
 and leaves the house, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Aaron stood, bewildered.

He regained his composure and took a warm shower, dressing in black fitted
 jeans and a dark green short sleeved shirt. He left the house and went to the bar.

“What can I get you, Aaron?” the bartender questioned as he wiped down the glass that was held in his hand.

“Whiskey on rocks.” Aaron says.

“Is everything alright with you? You seem kind of down,” The bartender asks with concern reflecting in his sky blue eyes.

“Nothing, just plans didn’t pan out the way I wanted them to, Eddie.” He shrugs as he sipped his drink slowly. “Business seems slow tonight.” After he finished the drink and said his goodbyes, Aaron leaves the bar.

Not that far from him, he could hear the sounds of footsteps behind him and
 Aaron quickened his pace. He felt his heart began to race as thoughts
rippled through his mind.

Someone is following me, Aaron thought as he broke into a sudden sprint making a
 dash to his front door. Aaron quickly went in, locking the door securely behind him.

Looking in the mirror that faced the window; Aaron let out a startled gasp. A man stood slightly hunched, with eyes that reflected the light, holding a gun in his hand as if he were ready to shoot at a moments notice. “Who is that?” Aaron mutters under his breath.

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