Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 01:01:36 -0600 From: Blah Goopy <akissdownunder@live.com> Subject: A Kiss Down Under This is my first erotic story, and I would like to thank Jesse for this idea! This is a work of fiction, and all events come from my own mind. (And Jesse's) Enjoy! --Alec Slam Dunkin' The bitter chill whipped my face. I squinted against the snow, my knees shaking. Why the hell was I out here? I tried to keep a straight face, but my eyes began to water. I quickly turned around, trying to avoid the harsh wind. I zipped my jacket, tightened my scarf, pulled down my hat, and prepared for one hell of a walk back to my hotel room. Earlier this morning I thought I saw a man outside. He stood shirtless in the snow, unfazed. He remained still, his eyes resting on my window. Even four levels above him, I didn't feel safe. His eyes were fixed on me. I was both terrified...and a little turned on. But that's beside the point. I tried to move, yet I couldn't. It was as if my feet had been melted to the ground. Paralyzed, I watched him smile. A dark, malevolent grin spread across his face. His hair whipped his face, brown strands flying freely. Why wasn't he moving? I thought about calling out to him against my better judgement. What if he wasn't someone I wanted to associate myself with? What if he was crazy? Did that not matter to me? Finally, my feet obeyed, and I grabbed my winter wear, heading for the door. That's how I ended up here, standing outside in eighteen degree weather, 200 fucking yards from my hotel. I started jogging, but decided against it. If I was going to die out here, I wanted to die with warm lungs. I trudged through the snow, my feet barely coming out of the five inch snow. The only thing in site was the hotel, a gas station, and a Dunkin' Donuts. Damn I was hungry. A quick detour couldn't hurt, so I turned towards the restaurant. The door opened with a jingle, and the smell hit me head on. Warmth and the smell of dough are basically heaven when you've been out in a blizzard. The waitress smiled at me, her blonde hair falling out of a messy bun. She ushered me towards her, and I obeyed. I sat down at the bar, laying my head in my hands. I wiped the snow off of my face and looked up at her. "Wonderful weather to be outside in, innit'?" She asked. "Ha, you're tellin' me." "So what can I get ya'?" She asked, pulling a pen from her breast pocket. I looked at the menu for a moment, unsure what to get. "Can I just get a coffee for now? I'm not too sure what to get this early." I asked looking behind me. A man sat in the corner, his face hidden my his hood. Who wears a hood inside? Surely he couldn't be cold, because he had been here long before I arrived. "Sure, I'll get that for you." She smiled turning towards the counter. I turned my bar stool around, looking outside. Had I really walked that far to find a half-naked man standing in snow? Talk about desperate as hell. The waitress returned placing the coffee in front of me. "There's your coffee Sir." "Thanks." I smiled, slowly sipping the drink. I quickly gagged, almost spitting it back into the cup. The waitress looked at me like I was crazy, then smiled. "Don't like it black don't you?" "N-no, not at all," I gagged. She turned around, and I assumed she was trying to find any sugar or cream. The man in the back stood up, and sat down next to me. He slid a bottle of coffee cream towards me, and expectantly looked up. I met his eyes, and smiled. "Thanks." "Any time. Sorry if you don't like the brand. It's the only one they own." He said pointing towards the waitress with his thumb. I smiled again. His voice was heavy, an Australian accent met my ears. Australian. Huh, that was original. The waitress turned around again, a fake glare on her face. "You are the one that recommended - excuse me - demanded that we buy that flavor. `I am your best customer' you told me. Or do you not remember that?" I laughed, and poured quite a bit of the cream in my cup. French vanilla was indeed my favorite flavor too. What a coincidence. "True." The man replied. "Very true, Ian." She replied. Ian laughed again, and stood, and pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. He handed her a ten and grabbed a mint from the counter. "See you tomorrow, Judy." He said. Judy nodded, and cleaned up his spot. The bells jingled as he left, and we were the only one in the room. I ran my hands along the cold metal on the counter. Chills ran up my arm, and I shivered. "Where ya stayin'?" Judy asked. "I'm up in the hotel about 200 yards away." I joked. "That's one hell of a walk. Why did you walk, anyway?" "Long story." I sighed. She looked at my empty cup. "Get ya' a refill for the walk?" She asked. "Nah, I'm good. I'll just suffer from minor frostbite, but I'll live." "What ever you say..." She gave in. I stood up and paid for my drink. Heading outside, I sat on a bench. It was too damn early, too damn cold, and too damn scary for me to be walking back to my hotel room. A low rumbling began, and I practically jumped out of my seat when I heard it. It came from behind the restaurant. I stood up, and walked behind it. It was Ian, his white truck rumbling loudly. He waved me towards him. I cautiously went to his window. "You need a ride?" He yelled over the motor. "Er..." Was I really going to get in the car with this stranger? Ever though I was no longer a child, I believe the word Stranger Danger applied nicely here. What if he kidnapped me? "Where are you going?" I asked. "I'm heading up to The Segreti Inn" He answered. How convenient. "Uh, sure." I replied. I walked to the other side of his truck, and he opened the door for me. With a little help, I was finally out of the chilling wind. I pulled the seat belt over me. He looked at me, and turned on the heat. "Thanks" I laughed, rubbing my hands together. Why hadn't I brought gloves? "So, you're staying at Segreti?" He asked. "Yeah, I've been there for about a week." He nodded, and pulled out of the parking lot. The ride to the hotel was silent An occasional grunt would come from him, but other than that, It was as quiet as a funeral. Minus the "other woman" screaming how the dead man was her baby's daddy. We pulled in the parking lot about two minutes later. And It took me ten minutes to get out here? He stepped out of the truck, slamming the door behind him. We walked into the hotel. His light brown hair was covered in snow flakes, and instinctively I reached for it and brushed them out. He turned towards me, and my heart stopped. Why the hell was he smiling? I did just about the gayest thing a gay man could do, and he was smiling. Unless... I headed for the elevator, and it quickly opened. I slammed my finger on the fourth floor button. He jogged to catch up, and I frantically pushed it faster. He smiled at me. Why does he keep doing that? "Thanks for holding the door open for me." He said. His accent rung off his tongue and I melted. Why was he torturing me? Just take me now. He could say I raped him, whatever! His scratched his beard, and reached around me. Was he putting his arm around me? He pushed the fifth floor button, and I sighed. Why did I trick myself into believe this complete stranger wanted me? "So do you go to Dunkin' Donuts everyday?" I asked, trying to spark conversation. "Practically, yeah." He laughed. He really needs to stop being so unconsciously flirtatious. "I've never even had a donut from there. I just got some coffee." I laughed. "Really? Maybe you should come with me tomorrow or something." Was he asking me on...on a date over donuts and hot coffee? How odd. "Uh, sure I guess. It's not like I have anything better to do at this fucking hotel." I smiled. The ding on the elevator sounded for a fourth time, and I made my exit. Before the door closed he called after me. "Oh, I didn't get your name." I smiled, and turned around. "It's Richard." I turned around, and let the elevator door close. Heading back to my hotel room, I practically danced in joy. I unlocked the door, and headed inside. Even if it was almost eight o'clock in the morning, I was exhausted. I pulled the covers over my head, and drifted off to bed. I dreamt about Ian. Questions, comments, and critisism are always welcome at AKissDownUnder@live.com!