Thursday, 29 May 2014

" Home Sweert Home'Extract from City Noir: Erotic Horror Verse Novel James WF Roberts

Warning Erotic and same sex content.



Home sweet Home” extract from Verse Novel, City Noir. James WF Roberts

 

hours minutes

seconds days

in China town, now

nearly home..

 

Typed the code

the door opens

the emptiness of my apartment mocks me

as it always does

when I get home

from a night out

or a night on the job.

hours minutes

seconds days

 

No sound.

Drab mid afternoon light

smudged by thick curtains

made the lounge room

and the kitchenette

like some tomb hidden from the world

dishes still in the sink

I hadn't clean the ashtray

or opened a window in days

 

couldn't remember the

last time I was here

still so groggy from the hospital

all those stupid, inane questions

from the Coppers, from the press...

how long had I been walking those

streets for a night?

A day?

Half an hour?

 

fall over the couch

open the half empty

bottle of Johnnie Walker

i'm at home now.

 

Kick off my shows

open throw off my coat

open my shirt

and drink as much

as I can swallow

 

drift off to an aimless

dreamless sleep

 

* * *

don't know when I woke up

but something must have startled me

a noise, a click, a banging door

 

the windows were open so were the blinds

I could see the millions of burning eyes

pin pricks in the night from the city.

 

Who the fuck is in my house?

 

Languidly I get up from the couch,

stumbling in the dark

my hands have gripped a long

thin shaft

a candlebra

 

Cops tailing me?

 the killer out for another shot?

 

Movement from the bathroom,

lights flicker on and off, on

then stay off

 

heart's pounding,

still felt so whoosy

I'm in the bedroom

candlestick raised high

 

whisper in my ear

“Candlestick in your hand,

or you're just excited to see me?”

 

I feel those hands running down my chest

I shiver. Hands inside my shirt,

sliding down to the wasitband,

soft, lips on my neck

in seconds i'm naked,

falling onto the bed

 

hands rolling around

eachother's backs,

breast upon breast,

tongues interlocking

 

Hard abs, muscled arms above my head,

pinning me into the dark silk sheets

of my bed, a chilling wind swept in from a window

nipples as hard as pebbles.

That deep, dark scent

of sweat, and gym,

expensive cosmetics

strong hands massaging

my scalp, running through my hair

squeezing and almost ripping clumps out

stradling my chest, strong thighs either side

 

strong tone whispered in my ear

“Where you been? You didn't call?”

I ignored the question for now. Too many questions

on my mind, too many answers I didn't wanna give

to the Cops.

With my teeth I pulled down his boxers

he moved us as one,

I licked his feet, he licked mine,

I almost laughed,

as I moved like a frightened a child in the night

 kissed my way north,

Lips walking, tongue sliding up

strong hairless legs.

We had ceased being different

entities long ago.

Hard rod brushed my face

 

we had found eachother's mouths again

he kissed down my body

as I held the back of his strong head,

his sweet smelling hair

felt like rose petals

his mouth around my cock

 

in the darkness I could imagine

his imploring dark eyes

the uplift of my blade measured

his tantalising tongue

luring me into the garden

of Unearthly delights

Volcanic heat rising

together as one

engorged and alive

now...

he retreated softly

we're now face to face

guiding his tongue

back into my mouth

his body my salvation

his scent my promise

of a new beginning

head spinning again

swords interlocking

as he was on top

grinding, meat against meat

 

my legs rasied by his hand

glorious penetrating thrust

pierced my vulnerable heart

losing all thoughts of misery

of death

of this shitty day

his footballer strength

held me in place,

his young lithe body

my tonic for all the evils of

of my world...

 

my only desire

was his pleasure

I whispered, almost semi-consciously,

like the benedict in prayer

“Lead me, use me, breed me,  fuck me,

destroy me...save me”.

 

He was about to take me

properly, deeply

passionately when our world

was came tumbling down...

 

the intercom, burst our bubble

his manager, and his wife—again

at my door,

demanding to see their meal ticket.

 

 

Sometimes felt guilty

that neither me nor he

ever faced the realities

of what we were doing

he was worth a fortune

famous, young, handsome

All Australian Champion

married, to a harpy (ex-model)

with dollar sign eyes

meal ticket designs

she hated me long before she knew

i was fucking her husband

ruined her career

leaked the pictures of the porn

she was doing...ah that was a fun day

a hundred thousand good reasons

to be alive that day

all that money

drunk, snorted, injected

pissed up against the wall

long ago

 

I tuned out

they argued in the hallway

where I live

everyone mind's their own business

they all knew what I was, who  I used to be

 

domesticity wasn't my life

nor did I ever want it

#@&%$ had beautiful

intelligent kids

he loved them

more than he loved the harpy

more than he loved me...

 

that was fine

that was his job

to love his kids

to loathe his wife

and to use me anyway he wanted

we both equally used each other

for each other's bodies

for each other's company...

amazing how much solace

one can find in a willing,

young, agile body...

 

Muffled arguments,

all the usual threats,

bores the fuck out of me.

I put my mouth around the

eletronic vaporiser

 sucked up the weed

I got from a Cop at the local lock up.

“Keep this bullshit charade up,

we'll go to the papers”

 

“You can't take my kids off me...

gay sports star versus an ex-porn star...

who do ya think the court would grant custody”

 

“You wouldn't dare?..come home at once”.

 

“Make me”

he walks in guilt stained all over his face

I know what his gonna say...

I tell him just to leave tonight

we'll speak later...

 

 

 

 

 

 

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