Blood Lure by J. P. Bowie

you are despondent,” Jared said. “I’m glad I insisted on coming over.”
    Joey smiled up into Jared’s eyes. “I am too. I just hate being a downer.”
    “You are not being a downer, Joey. You are being a caring son. Are you going back home soon?”
    Joey nodded. “This weekend. I promised.”
    “Then you must go.”
    “I suppose it’s too soon to ask if you’d like to come with me?”
    “As much as I would love to meet your parents, Joey, I think perhaps right now it’s better you spend the time with them alone.”
    “Yeah.” Joey sighed. “I was hoping you and I could spend more time together, but—”
    “You and I will have lots of time to spend together, don’t worry about that.”
    “You mean it?”
    “Of course I mean it.” He drew Joey into his arms and kissed him hard.
     
    Jared held Joey pressed to him, his tongue slipping between Joey’s parted lips, the scent of the young man’s blood flowing just under his smooth skin an intoxication hard to ignore.
    But ignore it he must, at least for the time being, until Joey came to him, willing to give him the gift of his blood. Those few drops he had savoured the last time they were together had been exquisite, but would have to suffice, have to satiate his hunger for more until another time… soon.
    He could cure Joey’s father. He could give him the gift he needed in order to recover from his sad affliction. But how to do it? How to even approach Joey with the idea he should leave his father alone with him while he let the man drink his blood?
    BLOOD LURE
    J.P. Bowie
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    “Where did you go?” Joey was gazing up at him, his moist lips still parted from their kiss.
    “Sorry, I was thinking of your father.”
    “I’ve never asked you about your parents.” Joey trailed his fingers down the curve of Jared’s jaw. “I’ve been so wrapped up in my own problems. Are they still in Hungary?”
    “They both died many years ago. When I was a child,” he added quickly.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you have brothers or sisters?”
    “No.” He put his hand on his chest in mock sorrow. “I am alone in the world, Joey. Do you feel sorry for me?”
    Joey chuckled. “As much as I’d feel sorry for anyone who looks as fantastic as you, and who seems so confident and self-assured.”
    “Ah…” Jared rubbed their noses together. ”But looks can be deceptive.”
    “Not yours, I think. And then there’s the way you blow my mind in bed—my mind, among other things. Speaking of which…” He leant in for another kiss. “I’d feel tons better if you’d take me to bed and fuck me silly.”
    Jared laughed lightly then gave Joey the kiss he sought. “I think that can be arranged.”
     
    Naked, they lay between the cool sheets, hands stroking and caressing each other. Their lips touched, teasing at first, then a firmer push of flesh on flesh, breath mingling, tongues tangling. Jared ran a hand over the curve of Joey’s ass, savouring the delicious feel of the smooth skin beneath his fingers. Beautiful, mortal skin, warmed by the sweet blood that flowed through his veins. He lowered his body onto Joey’s, his mouth seeking Joey’s again, his tongue dipping between Joey’s parted lips.
    He inhaled the scent, the taste, so good, so intoxicating, this Joey, this mortal for whom he now lusted, wanted, needed in a way he had never wanted or needed any man, mortal or vampire. What was happening to him? What hold did this young mortal have over him? The blood lure? But it was more than that—much, much more.
    He explored every inch of Joey’s mouth as if for the first time. The plump lower lip, the corners so delicately formed, the finely arched bow of the top lip, tantalising, enticing, and his for the taking.
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    J.P. Bowie
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    He brushed a kiss over those waiting lips then lifted his head to look at Joey. He felt a strange tightening in his chest as he looked into Joey’s clear blue eyes, and saw the need and—dare he hope,